Heavy Angst Fic, Trigger Warning. Rated Mature. Contains Sex both consensual and non Consensual, Violence and Graphic scenes.
Takes place just after where season 2 finished off. S3 only used as inspiration.
The whole of National City came to a hault, collective gasps sounding the streets as citizens lining the roads stood in silence staring up at giant television screens in sheer horror. Crowds gathered round they held their hands up to their faces eyes brimming with tears. Parents where shielding their children whilst couples held each other tighter. Everyone in the city that morning was crying for their hero..their heroine.
Supergirl was shown sat on a metal chair shrouded by darkness, just one light above her. Wrists and ankles bound by kryptonite. She had been stripped of her suit, a layer of sweat and dirt covering her body. Clad in a red sports bra and boyshorts. Head lax, chin resting against her chest moving up and down periodically as she inhaled. Dark blonde tresses falling down covering her face caked in blood. A live broadcast of her kidnapping, had shaken the city to its core.
A voice sounded, deep, dark and mysterious it was scrambled, clearly altered and it filled the erie silence working it's way through the public domain.
Hello National City, today you will see a goddess show us her full glory, her full potential. Today you get to witness one man change the course of history for both humans and aliens. Today you will see the cities darling angel fall from grace. You will learn she is nothing but a fake deity, a false god easily seduced by our invaders those who come here to hurt us. She is a slave to her own desire.
Water was quickly thrown over the girls head and she jolted upright. Coughing and spluttering, clearly dazed her eyes searching until they landed on a figure in the corner of the room watching. Muffled and horse she tried to regain herself "where am I?" Noticing the restraints she writhed against them but the kryptonite had taken her strength. A minute of her struggling went by and she realised her suit was gone her eyes went wide "why am I naked, where Is the suit…ANSWER ME!" Her fear at the implications of why her suit was missing had made her blood boil, anyone else would've cowered at her outburst but the figure just stood staring, it didn't even flinch.
Suddenly the figure started chuckling, a middle aged man dusty brown hair and glasses walking forward. He got close, leaning down on one knee he brushed his fingers across her cheek as he tucked her hair behind her ear admiring the graze across her eyebrow and her split lip. "Get your hand off me!" Kara flinched. Rage simmering.
"My my Supergirl you have quite the temper don't you?" Grinning ear to ear. Pointing at her "See here these cuffs, well this means I have the power right now and your whining won't stop me from having some fun." He glanced over at the cuffs and then back at her face "but seeing as your a chatty one i don't mind talking see..I've been observing you. Watching in the shadows for some time now, your quite fascinating you know." Blinking he adjusted his footing and leaned over to her ear, Feeling his breath she shuddered. Whispering "I know who you are Kara Zor El or is it Danvers hmm?" Eyes twinkling he stood back up, smiling intently. All she wanted to do was wipe that smug grin off his face.
Back on the streets of National City, time stood still. Schools had been shut down and most places of work too. Newsrooms around the globe scrambling for anything they could get their hands on in regards to the young super. Meanwhile Cat Grant stood in her office transfixed at the screen, twirling the end of her glasses in her mouth contemplating her next move. Her thoughts where whirling, she felt sick. All she could think was that it was Kara HER Kara being tortured and subjected to this twisted game right now. Deciding to keep herself busy she ordered all the choppers to aid the search whilst she continued to analyse the live feed and started writing the headline article on Supergirls Kidnapping. At the DEO everyone was on high alert. Winn was already scanning the footage for clues trying to see if he could trace it to a location but this guy was good. Alex and Maggie where searching Kara's apartment for any clue as to when and where he might've taken her and J'onn was consulting with Superman and the president.
On the live feed it seemed the kidnapper himself had been getting creepier and more handsy by the minute but Kara was staying strong trying to divert his attentions elsewhere. That was until he decided it was time to bring it up a notch and put a hand on her thigh. She squealed and squirmed in her chair at the unexpected touch. To his delight and her dismay he started slowly moving his hand further upward over the firm muscle brushing his thumb over her velvety skin until he reached the leg of her boyshorts. Sternly she stared at him menacingly, voice low a definite warning "Don't."
And that he took as a challenge. Grabbing at her cheeks with one had to keep her from saying more, he lifted his other arm and hit her across the face with a sharp slap. She yelped but held firm. Pacing he started, "Now now Supergirl, where's that community spirit. I know you want it." His lips quirked "I've seen what you do when you think no one is looking…" she glanced up, eyes questioning brow crinkled. He saw this and continued "I know all about how you lie in bed at night staring up at the ceiling for hours at a time, how you touch yourself sometimes until you fall asleep…tell me do you often think of that daxamite who used to share your bed." Blanching Kara was stunned, she turned as red as her cape and gawked like a fish until she managed to gather herself enough to try to dig herself out of this situation, she wasn't about to discuss the intimate details of her sex life with this creep. Swallowing Kara growled out "Is this what you enjoy doing, trying to humiliate women? Can you really get none, you have to violate people's privacy and think your entitled to witness something your not?" "Do you get off to it, is that why were here, so you can taunt me with things you think you know?"
At that he balled his fists, eyes white with fury he spat out "oh I know I'm entitled Supergirl your kind are nothing but filthy Vermin, I'm going to make you scream until your blue in the face but not just yet, no I quite enjoy revealing your little secrets.. I'm willing to bet it was that daxamite prince you pine over, why don't you tell the world how you used to bed an invader. How he followed you around like a lost puppy dog right up until the end. You liked it didn't you, when he did that thing with his tongue, I know how he made you cum I bet I can do it better.."
With that she struggled against her restraints shouting curse words at him in Kryptonian. Mon-El was still a sore subject, she had been spiralling into a depression for the past few months. She couldn't sleep and when she did she'd only dream about those she had lost, it left her feeling even more empty every time she woke up and realised they were all still gone…Mon-El, Alura…Krypton it left her alone drifting numb. Finally resigning at the fact she was still too weak to escape she huffed trying to catch her breath. "Are you done?"
At that he barked out a laugh raising an eyebrow. "I'm only just getting started Supergirl." Slowly he worked his way around until he was stood behind her, fingers grazing her shoulders and collarbones as he admired her. "I can admit, for vermin you do stay in the most excellent of shape! I been wanting to feel you for quite sometime." He leaned over bringing his arms around her until he was tracing her abs enjoying them dance under his touch. "Stop touching me." Kara cried out but it did nothing to stop his advances.
Breathing shallow, face flushed Kara fidgeted twisting herself away from him as much as she could. He was palming her breast now over her bra, feeling her nipple harden under his touch. He reached over for some scissors and cut it off until the entire thing was left crumpled on the floor. Her chest was entirely bare now, heaving. She knew what was coming, she knew if the DEO didn't find her soon there would be no coming back from this. He would've taken the final pieces of her soul and ruined her memories of Mon-El. If Mon ever did come back she would never be able to look at him in the face again.. she was betraying him, this guy was forcing her to betray him. In a final stand she found any remaining courage to speak out, to speak up. "You won't beat me. Don't you understand I've witnessed my planet burn to ashes, I was trapped for decades in the cold void of space…I even sacrificed the love of my life for this world, he was no invader he was a good man he stood by my side and fought Rhea with me until the end. I won't let you defile his name, I won't let you break me. After surviving all of that do you really think this scares me, I survived, I'll survive this too." With that she grinned and held her head up high determined not to let him destroy her. In actual fact she wasn't just scared she was terrified but she'd be damned if she let him know that.
He started slow, precise. He was mapping her skin as he moved along. Fascinated with her. He nipped at her ear, her neck and down to her collarbones, she could feel his hardness pressing against her back through the slot separating the two parts of the chair. She shivered, she was nauseated. She scrunched up her face, closing her eyes trying to stay calm and think happy thoughts. After taking his sweet time he had reached the very top of her boyshorts. Gliding over smooth skin just below her belly button teasing the seam of the fabric. She whimpered. She kept her face turned away tear tracks lining her face, she just wanted it to be over.
Bracing herself his fingers slid down inside her boyshorts cupping her and gliding through her wetness to her centre. She bit her lip stifling her response, she was not letting him enjoy her reactions. She hated the way her body still reacted to physiological response. All of his touching had made her wet, she could still feel the jolts of electricity when he brushed over her clit. Her mind was swimming, it was overwhelming. She felt disgusted. This isn't what she wanted.
He started a steady rhythm, circling her clit rubbing her with his hand still inside her shorts. He could feel her tensing under his fingers, so he pressed harder. Using his other hand to squeeze her nipple, occasionally sucking on her neck. He needed release of his own so he found himself grinding against her, moaning at the feel of himself against the curve of her back and the wetness under his fingertips. He still can't believe he finally gets to have her, he'd been far too patient.
Her orgasm was slowly building, she was really trying to hold it back but she knew it was only a matter of time until she was going to fall over the edge whether she wanted too or not. Eventually her mask of quiet stoicism fell as her restraint slipped and she started convulsing violently, aftershocks racking through her body as she choked back sobs. Flushed and clammy she kept her head down embarrassed and overwhelmed. She felt completely humiliated and totally violated. She hated him, her stomach hurt so much she needed to hurl and it was only getting worse with every breath she felt against her neck and every movement of his hands. She finally felt him remove his hand and start carefully caressing her legs. "P-please I..I can't I." She shook her head trembling.
Catco was silent the buzz long gone, the city was in mourning for what the hero had endured. Everyone was speechless having watched the entire ordeal on national tv. Winn had tried to shut it down but this time his hacking skills couldn't beat the kidnappers, they'd obviously planned it from the start. They'd all witnessed the kind hearted, bubbly and brave young woman who sacrificed herself daily get raped by that monster.
Her final stand, the latest speech had struck the heart of the citizens. Learning more about her journey and what she had sacrificed for them along the way they couldn't help but be in utter awe of her strength, passion and sheer determination. Of course there where still the few who leered, objectified and made sexist remarks toward her image but most understood she was to be respected, she'd earned that at least. She didn't deserve this.
Cat had locked herself on the balcony cradling her bottle of bourbon, crying to herself at what Kara had lost, she knew the hero would be forever changed after this. Winn was still at his computer trying endlessly to find a location but with little success. Alex had collapsed to the floor sobbing in the hallway of the DEO, Maggie cradling her in her arms. They'd shut out the broadcast in the facility pretty quickly after they knew what was coming. J'onn was commanding strike teams, raiding facilities endlessly across national city looking. Superman was making sweeps and the president had decided to fly out personally after monitoring the situation from DC. Lena had been watching from her office at LCorp, working in coordination with the DEO, trying to figure out if her mother had played a part in this. She was furious watching the broadcast, how he'd defiled her best friend. She knew that when they eventually found her she was going to need all of their support, the gravity of the situation laying heavy on her mind as she combed through L Corp records of Lex's expenses during his time as it's CEO. Seeing if she could find a trail of breadcrumbs to follow to a Cadmus hideout. This guy was clearly transfixed and clearly a stalker but the whole event seemed off to Lena, he was broadcasting to the world talking about invaders. Those where all Lillian's words coming from his mouth.
On screen Kara was limp, her skin burned and her body ached, battered and bruised. She was having trouble staying awake, either the effects of the Kryptonite where getting worse or this whole ordeal had really zapped the energy out of her. At the clanging of metal, she looked up. He was stood in front of her removing his belt his hardness showing through the buldge at his crotch. "Like what you see?" ….Kara barked "Go to hell."
Unzipping his jeans he worked them down his legs until he was stood in his boxers, he lifted his t-shirt above his head and dropped it to the floor then stepped aside. He shivered in anticipation, Rubbing at his crotch through the material. Kara was mumbling in Kryptonian, praying to Rao for her god to see he wasn't worthy of her. To Kara sex was a sacred act it wasn't given lightly and this went against everything she held dear. Kryptonian culture was conservative but she still held it close to her heart. Mon El was her soulmate she would've became his life mate if he hadn't been forced to leave earth, sex with him felt right and she treasured every moment. But this…
Her words got louder as she looked up at the red dot across the room, she knew people where watching her. She finished in Kryptonian and switched to English repeating the prayers, switching between both languages. He stood observing her inward defiance at what he was about to do. Little did they know around the country civilians prayed along with her, repeating her words as she looked into the camera. Communities chanted, watching with bated breath as he brought her knees forward and pried her legs apart.
Taking hold of his shaft he lowered the front of his boxers so it sprung free, he kneeled and let it rest against the side of her knee as he grabbed her head with both hands and looked into her eyes. She was still chanting, a blank mask guarded across her features. He kept looking straight at her as he lowered one hand and swiped it through the inside of her thigh. Gathering her juices from his previous achievement. He lifted up his finger, she didn't flinch as he sucked it dry moaning at the taste. "Did you know how fucking sweet you taste, that must be an alien thing right?"
With that he pushed the seam of her boyshorts over to onside and dipped the tip of his head into her wetness. Gliding it through her folds she gasped abruptly at the contact. Not knowing where to look, she lifted her head up and to the side..she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of looking at her while he did this either. She was Kryptonian nobility for Raos sake, she deserved respect and to keep what little dignity she had left.
He pushed into her throbbing at the contact. She cried out, feeling him stretching her, hurting her. He started rocking back and forth bracing himself against the top of the chair, she could feel his weight pressing down on her, crushing her. She struggled to catch her breath as he picked up the pace slamming down inside her hard. Her walls started fluttering, he could feel her clamping down around him. He kept pushing, she was so tight it felt incredible to him. His tip grazed the bundle of nerves inside her and she froze, her body arching. She bit down again stifling her scream that hard, blood was oozing from her mouth. Tremors taking hold of her as everything faded to black.
Her orgasm pushed him over the edge and he squirted inside of her lining her with his seed. As he came down he rested his head against her shoulder whilst still inside of her. Once recovered he gracefully got up and gathered her suit from a folded pile in the corner and started to redress her piece by piece worshipping her body as he went. Still unconscious.