She stood by the double doors, a glass of red in her hand, admiring the view her boys had left her with. The moment the leather buckled restraints were around the radiant blonde's wrists, secured to the four foot tall pedestal posts, she snapped her well manicured fingers to signal them away. The dark wood french doors were shut and she clicked heels over to them to lock the bolts. She could see why Lena fancied her so. Behind the bubbly dorky blonde reporter, was a gem that didn't need to be polished much to be worth far more than what Kalyste saw her as. Veronica's gaze rolled down the beauty's exposed body, pleased her boys had dressed her newest conquest, accordingly.
She had ordered two of her most trusted to do the deed. The blonde had been strung tightly in the perfect black corset laced down the spine and front of her body. Her legs were completely exposed, above the thighs to the waist, secured in the same material the top was made of. Two buckled black straps, littered with a band of red stones, were bound to her mid thighs. Her feet were bare, like most of her arms and legs. Multiple red gems filled the middle of the strap around the unconscious woman's neck. Between her lips was a buckled strap and her request for the red lighting provided the perfect view.
Taking a longer sip, Sinclair set her glass down to check on her little female plaything. The blonde was on her knees with her head down, no doubt still unconscious, as those crisp long sun lightened strands had been weaved in tight braids that appeased her. She bent down and took the kryptonian by the chin, lifting her head up slowly.
"Time to awaken." Veronica licked her lips and flipped the switch on the right pedestal, toward the side, forcing jolts of electrical currents to run directly through the now wide awake hero's body. "Better, Nice to see that you are back with me, Supergirl."
Kara felt a tight cold metal around her wrists, gasping at what she was in. She bit down and felt something hard between her teeth. She tried to get off her knees, only to have another current run through her body, this time it lasted longer. "No no no. Rules, Supergirl. Rules...Kara Zor-El." She shivered when her name was spoken the way it was by Roulette. "Rules. Yes?" She was at the disadvantage here, she knew that, so she nodded and cringed at the creepy hungry expression her captor gave her. "Gooood. Good girl." Kara watched nervously as those sharp nails drug across the sides of her face, towards the back of her head.
She felt what was in her mouth pulled away, gasping to be free of the gag. Yet the hands didn't leave her face, they lingered and scraped from her temples down to her cheeks then swiped toward her ears, drug down the sides of her neck. "Tell me your real name. Not..your fake human one." Kara swallowed down the lump in her throat, forcing her eyes to meet the dangerous ones of Sinclair's.
"Kara Zor-El...of the..House of El." She felt as if Roulette was digging into her very being, clawing at it and tainting it. The sinister smirk, the stroke of tongue along the dark shade of colored lips, made Kara want to run...far..far away.
"Before you even ask, they are with this stunning kryptonian I met. They are alive. She doesn't plan to kill them." Veronica studied the twitches on Kara's face, learning what made the girl of steel tick. "I think.." She stood back up and walked around her restrained doll, slipping into the chair behind her. "..you should.." She scraped her sharp nails along the kryptonian's skull, gathering the braided blonde strands in her fingers as she bent her head down. "..be.." Sinclair yanked Kara's head straight back, eliciting another gasp from the beauty in her grasp. "..moooore worried.." Veronica smirked, then held up her other hand and watched Zor-El's eyes grow larger. "..about..this."
She held up a small metal syringe, showing Kara a silver liquid inside. Immediately she began to fight at the grip on her hair, trying to break free from what was around her wrists. "Mmmmm...fear." She had to get loose. Now..
"Roule.." Kara couldn't get the words out as a jolt surged through her body, sending her into forced spasms and breaking her right out of the struggle she had displayed. When the currents finally stopped, she felt her hair let go and her head fell forward. She was breathing heavily, her body slightly still spasming, then noticing the syringe move to her arm. Kara was about to speak, until her own brain warned her against doing so.
"Were you going to say something? Well?" Veronica practically purred when the woman shook her head. "Good girl." She dropped the syringe and kicked it across the room. "Very good." The kryptonian was learning. Roulette was pleased by this. She slid her nails back into pretty sun blonde lochs, pulling Kara's head back again by the tightly woven braid. "Did you know...I learned...ALL about slave trading? I learned about the House of El. I learned about the daughter of a judicator. I learned how soooo many hated her mother." The hero shivered. "Learning...YOU are that daughter. How perfect."
Veronica removed her hand, stood up and walked over to the wall. She brought her finger on what looked to be a slider for a dimmer light, pushing upward as the two pedestals that the kryptonian's wrists were bound to, rose up. She let out an ominous chuckle, when the girl of steel was forced to get onto her feet. The beautiful creature had yet to speak. "I want you…" She clicked her heels along the marble floor, strolling back over to her captive. "...to tilt your head, to the left. Show me...expose to me...the right side of your neck." Sinclair nearly broke out in laughter as the woman did just as she told her. "Goooood girl." She twisted the ring on her finger around, popped open the stone setting on the top and pressed into the spot where she could see a vein easily by the amount of currents she had been forcing through her body.
Kara felt something hard, diamond shaped, press against the side of her neck. She went to move her head but knew she wasn't supposed to. Nails were lightly tapping the back of her neck, the other hand running through her hair undoing the knots in it, in an almost comforting gesture. It creeped her out even more. Her vision shifted slightly, she tasted something like a stronger flavor of black licorice and smelled what seemed to be similar to jasmine. That's when a memory came to her, something she had nearly forgotten about, that her Aunt Astra had taught her about. Complacent lacing.
Sinclair kept a close eye on her little blonde captive, waiting for her to pick up on what was being done to her. Then it hit the hero full on and terrified eyes flipped up into her devilish ones. Fear slowly faded away and the beginnings of amenable behaviors had taken its place. Pretty blues began to fog with pupils dilating. "Did you know...that poison rings have been around for centuries? They.." Veronica moved closer and lovingly stroked the hero's hair. "...can house..such fun things." She removed her hand from her play thing's neck, enjoying how everything troubling Zor-El had left her face and for that matter her body. "Slave traders have such wonderful methods." She waited a few more minutes, allowing the drug to take effect completely. "Kalyste...gave me...permission..to play with you."
Roulette removed both chopsticks from her hair, placing one on the left raised pedestal, with the other between her finger and thumb. The blonde's head kept swaying and rolling around, her eyes were undone, her expression unsteady. "I intend to...send this.." She twisted the base of the chopstick, as a small blade slipped out. "...to...dear...Luthor...in a loving copy. For now...she can witness what she knows...I can do to someone."
Veronica brought the small sharp blade down and began to scrape it along the corset strands down the hero's chest. "That kryptonian, half of one anyway, is probably wondering how she ended up on the floor with my old bed mate Lena. I wonder if she's trying to figure out how a human could best her and beat her at her own game. She shouldn't have let her guard down. I've known many traders and trainers, learned the herbs of many planetary wonders. I have some of the best scientific minds working for me. Just to make this delightful..I've cuffed them all in the box I put them in. Kalyste has a couple of cute bracelets on, I made..just for her. Fools. Now, they can watch as you're stripped away, little by little. One halfling, one bitch Luthor, one badge and one soldier, all in..one room. They can see us, through the glass you couldn't. They will see you bend for me, become obedient just..for...me. You cost me my arena." She cut string after string down the tight wrapping her boys had put Supergirl in. "You cost me my hefty sums, my glorious gambling evenings." Veronica finished with the last strand along the front and walked around the back, cutting down the spine too. "I'm going to enjoy...taming you, to MY tastes. Has she fucked you yet? I taught her everything...about the fair sex. Did she make you orgasm...the way I made her...back in school?"
The chopstick knife dropped to the floor, both pieces of the corset fell at her feet. Sinclair's eyes slipped away from the drugged up expression of the blonde, slowly down her gloriously exposed chest and rather toned stomach. Roulette had always thought Lena Luthor was beautiful, but Kara was the angel with wings meant to be stained. One angel...to fall..from grace..
Kalyste's body was propelled directly into one of the walls, dropping like a sack of rocks to the cement floor. Her attacker didn't spare a moment, kicking her as hard as she could in the side of her ribs. The half blooded kryptonian barely had time to catch her breath, when she was yanked up by her hair, with a knee coming in direct contact right under her chin. The pissed off agent was far from done.
"You...stupid..BITCH!" Alex roared in fury throwing Kalyste across the room again. Danvers let her lay there helpless, in a set of cuffs that kept her from using any powers, whether stolen or her own. It left this animal wide open to attacks, completely and utterly vulnerable. It was something Kalyste had never endured, giving her plenty to think on everything she had caused, the chaos she had rained down on them all. Alex looked up as Lena kicked and punched at the glass, screaming and cursing at Roulette and shouting Kara's name over and over trying to get her attention.
"FUCKING MONSTER!" Maggie was right there with her, slamming the stool at the window-like wall, finally dropping it cursing like an enraged sailor. Her fiance picked it up to bang it over and over, trying to break what was between her and her sister.
"VERONICA! FUCKING GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRLFRIEND!" Lena had tears running down her face, watching the one that had them all captive, touch the hero in ways that made her want to hurl. She suddenly regretted everything she did to the bitch when they had went to school together. Then she wished she had murdered the epitome of pure evil, that not even the devil could bring forth.
They watched her saunter over to the wall, lower the pedestals and bring Kara back down to her knees. Another switch was flipped and no one knew what it was, until the bitch spoke and pulled Kara's head up by her hair, turning her face toward them.
"Kir...Aoe.." Alex slid down the wall, hitting her knees with her arms against the glass. Her little sister was helpless, in the hands of evil incarnate.
"She's so beautiful Luthor. Exquisite and pure. You know, quite well what my rather skilled hands can do to something so fresh."
"We can...hear her Danvers." Sawyer's eyes widened. Then their ears picked up a sobbing behind them. "We...can..here her!"
"She's NOT for YOU!" Kalyste struggled to get up on her hands and knees, howling with everything in her, as she fought the cuffs to crawl over to where the other three were. That's when she saw Alex before her and she put her head down in absolute surrender. The agent lifted her up and helped her over to where Lena and Maggie were. "She's..not..meant..for you.." Kalyste could barely speak after forcing her vocals moments ago. Everything hurt from the rage that Alex released on her, that she had deserved and more.
"Kir Aoe! KIR AOE!" Alex shouted, gasping as Kara's head lifted some. "Kar...it's Alex. It's your sister. Kir Aoe.."
"Did you reaaaally think that you were the one in control Kalyste? The moment you told me that you wanted me to help you tame her..hmm hmm hmm..I had you drugged. One little sample of your blood, one little taste of what brought you down. NEVER..fuck with me." That smirked they all wished to wipe right off of her disgusting face.
Sawyer's mind had gone right to wanting to shoot the bitch. Hell, with Danvers' gun even. She would commit murder at this rate.
"Little Danvers? LITTLE DANVERS!" Maggie pushed through the exhaustion and took the stool, slamming it into the shatter proof glass again. She knew this clear wall was more than that. It had to be.
"KARA ZOR-EL! KIR AOE!" Alex unleashed everything into her voice, watching her sister's faded blues look at her. Her own flicked to the side and watched the bitch kneel down behind Kara. Her slimy claws took a hold of her chin, her other hand sliding down the blonde's body. Zor-El's head flew back and the moans had sent Alex into a whole new level of rage. Danvers wasn't going to kill Roulette quickly. She was going to make sure it was slow and painful...excruciatingly painful. "Kir..Aoe.."
"Mmmm...she's already quite soaked for me. My sweet kitten, you don't know what she is saying to you. You only know what I wish you to. Only here. Only me, my wet little thing. Only my voice that you hear. Only mine. You are mine kitten. Mine. Sooo delicious Lena. I'll enjoy plucking that purity you haven't. By how tight...mmmm..how tight she feels inside...I see you haven't taken this yet. My sweet warm kitten." Veronica continued to stroke and plunge into what delighted her, making her pet shutter from everything she was causing in the kryptonian. She could hear the wonderful sounds, feel the hard shakes and knew her little moaning toy was close to that ravenous release. Almost there..
"GET UP AND OFF HER..RIGHT NOWWWW!" Lucy barked angrily as agents stormed into the room. She didn't even flinch and fired three rounds, hitting Roulette in the lower back, her right leg and through one of her hands. Sinclair's howl of agony sent her body bucking up as four agents fired their stun guns, set to the max setting, at her sides. The woman's body began to shake violently, dropping onto her side and curling from the pain she was desperate to get away from. Lane pointed at the glass and J'onn flew towards it at full force as it cracked from the blow. He lunged forward again with both fists and with his assaults, Alex nodded to Maggie and they grabbed Kalyste's wrists to try to get the cuffs off her. Lena watched as agents fired at the pedestals and Kara fell into Susan's arms. "WE'VE GOT HER DANVERS! WE WILL GET...ARE YOU NUTS?!"
"Kalyste.." Alex grabbed the woman's chin and lifted it to have their gazes meet. "You want to protect her? I see how you are fighting part of your blood. Want a chance at redemption?" Kalyste nodded, feeling two bracelet cuffs ripped off her wrists. "Fire...EVERYTHING you've got..where he is punching at. Got it?!"
"Yes. Alex...her...mother...killed...mine." The agent felt the air leave her lungs, eyes wide by the words spoken to her, to them. It all made sense now..
"MARTIAN?" Kalyste forced herself to her feet and pointed to three spots where she saw slight cracks. "HIT THERE!" She let both bloods collide and screamed as she unleashed her heat vision where J'onn was punching. She forced more and more of her power, digging deep as she unleashed what she took from J'onn and Psi. It donned on her, how Roulette had done it. She had used something potent to her daemvyr side. She had knocked her out, probably used red sun lamps to dampen her strength. Kalyste felt the sting on the back of her neck and knew that was where the needle had pierced her. Sinclair...had used her..
"DANVERS!" Alex looked up just as a leg of the stool was thrown to her. She caught it and nodded, noticing Lena had one too. They began to batter where J'onn was forcing punch after kick and where several agents were using stronger taser charges, locked onto where the Martian kept striking. "DAMMIT! COME ON! GIVE ALREADY!" Maggie wanted free of this hell hole and back to Little Danvers...her little sister..
"GET BACK! EVERYONE GET BACK!" Lucy yelled. The agents stepped back, J'onn jumping back. "GET AWAY FROM THE GLASS DANVERS! ALL OF YOU!"
"Wha the..holy….fuck.." Lena recognized the weapon almost immediately. She had modified the assault rifle, added electrical charged explosive rounds that would shatter anything on impact. Lucy had the weapon in her hands, safety gear on that the Luthor had created to protect their agents. "Alex...Maggie..get her...and fucking get back...as far back as we can.." She prayed that the gun wouldn't injure Lucy, hoped to Kara's Rao that this would get them free.
"YOU GUYS BACK AS FAR AS YOU CAN GO?"
"YES!" Alex watched Kalyste slipped in front of them, her arms up and prepared to take whatever came at them. Danvers would have a chat with her later. Lena and Maggie were aware of what the kryptonian daemvyr was doing too. She was risking her own life..for theirs..
"FIRE...fire...I'll take it..I'll protect them..Osh Rao..Khap Niv Throniv Zhed.."
"Kalyste..Nahkluv.." Alex knew...Kalyste would die, protecting them. She thanked Rao, bracing for what was to come. They all were..
She had never expected, to be standing beside a true warrior and one the incredible business woman had viewed as a leader of a true clan of prime protectors of this place they call Earth. To wear one of their suits, to be without chains or bindings of a prisoner, to have the honor this Director had given her.
"Why...after all I have done, why do you deem me as worthy?"
"My sister is one that sees the good in everyone, despite the wrong they do. She will not kill and she provides true solace and redemption. She would not wish your existence to be snuffed out. What made you..go to that monster.." Kalyste had figured that was coming.
"I searched..for pleasures that this world had to offer. I found...her. She had explained to me how our pasts were common. I..indeed...let my guard down."
"Some things..shouldn't be released back into society." Maggie told them, standing beside her fiance as their hands found each other's and fingers intertwined. "I shoulda shot her when I had the chance." Sawyer grumbled.
"How is.." Alex and Kalyste asked the detective, noticing the tightening of her jaw.
"Her...speech is slurred. She's been mumbling between Kryptonese and what we think is Russian. She..doesn't recognize Little Luthor. How does she..."
"When she was sent here, her pod taught her about thirteen different languages. I think she learned more than that." Alex told her. "Her mother was a.."
"Judicator. Her father a scientist. She would have been the youngest to join the Science Guild. Her intelligence is uncanny." Sawyer's eyes widened. "In order to fit in, she probably had to dummy up her appearance, showing she was just a slow learner."
"You are telling me...Little Danvers is.."
"It's true. I was racking my brain to get through algebra and calculus and all my science courses, whereas she could finish every assignment in a matter of minutes. I let her teach me some tricks to help me get through my classes and in turn, she taught me kryptonese so I could share something special between us." Alex closed her fists, clenching them tighter and tighter as her eyes began to shift into fits of building anger. "That bitch...she...took her..own language.."
"So what she was saying...wasn't.." Danvers shook her head, warranting just as much fury as her fiance. "Where….has...Luce.."
"Follow me." Lucy announced her presence, turning three heads. "Miss Luthor is waiting for us." Alex studied the seriousness in the woman's face. Something had happened. Her eyes met the more blue in Kalyste's purple orbs, seeing the grave expression of concern. Maggie picked up on the nervousness of her fiance and their freed kryptonian...attendant.
A small journey towards the med bay, only to pass it and continue down the hall, had Danvers' left fist no longer tight. Sawyer's hand was still in her other one, their expressions grim their bodies trembling. Lane had finally been given the kryptonian daemvyr's last name, learning that Kalyste was in fact just that. Dharea was her first, her last being fully Kalyste Jor-En. Jor-En, being of Krypton and Kalyste being of Lunarin. This information, has stayed between the two of them. Lucy understood the need to keep one's last name from others. Lane wasn't always appreciated.
When finally before the window, what the four of them saw nearly broke their hearts. Lena was on her knees, head down against the glass on the other half of the room that separated the two spaces. They could tell she had been sobbing, with Danvers quickly making haste to the door. She practically growled at the two guards, who stepped aside and let her in. The moment she was inside the room, her eyes found just what the Luthor was kept from...Kara.
"Kar?" Alex dropped to her knees beside Lena, in disbelief at what she saw. The blonde before them, had no ounce of the hero of National City or the bubbly sister that would have movie nights with her on the couch. She looked lost, confused and utterly broken. It wasn't fear in her wandering eyes. She was searching for something, someone. "Kar...Kara Zor-El Kir Aoe Cheh Ni Wai Aoe." She wanted her to recognize what she was saying to the kryptonian. "Khap Nahn Otem Kir Aoe. It's your big sis. I'm here Kar..I'm here." Alex placed her hand on the glass and slowly the unbalanced eyes flickered a hint of recognition. "Nahn Otem. I'm here."
"Wa..i..Aoe." Danvers felt her heart start to beat again. "Wai Aoe..Sheah Bim Wem."
"I know. I know it's hard to think right now sis. Ehwor what helps you. Ehwor..speak..Bim..to..Khap..me." Alex smiled when a smile slid along Kara's lips. Slowly but surely, things were coming back. Maggie came in, Lucy following and when Kalyste entered she walked over to the glass and spoke her apologies in their shared language. They all sat and listened to the sisters communicate and Dharea began to understand a bond that surpassed different worlds. Lena began to ask her questions and learn the accents affiliated with what the Danvers spoke to one another. The detective and major were captivated in how each word fit together.
For the first time, in forever, there was companionship and there was understanding. Dharea Kalyste Jor-En learned the true meaning...of Stronger Together..
"You understand the severity of the charges here." Their best and brightest, Lucy Lane, remained in absolute flabbergasted shock at what she was witnessing. "You CAN'T be SERIOUS!" The smug little grin had her wishing to knock out every single one of those pearly whites with just her belt buckle. "She is.."
"You understand that Miss Sinclair has been pardoned by the Governor and should not be further harassed by a branch that is far too Black Ops for our taste. We will also be filing suits, for each injury Miss Sinclair had been given by your soldiers. You are included in that suit. I suggest you make sure that when the sentence is handed down, that you settle before I have you thrown in the barracks for your insubordination and irate behaviors. I expected better, of a Lane. Your father will hear about your little feud against Miss Sinclair."
"Instruct your soldier here, to remove the cuffs." Lucy was ready to blow and the bitch knew it too by her shit-eating grin. "Instruct your soldier, to remove the cuffs."
"It's alright Kevin. I don't harbor any ill will toward the guard here. under an amateur's command. He is just doing as he's told." Veronica held up her wrists and the agent reluctantly unlocked what was around them. Just to spite, she set the handcuffs on each other and slipped them back in the pouch on his belt. Her smile slipped into a pure sinister enjoyment, watching the poor thing grit his teeth. "Good boy. Kev, I would like to make a reservation for two at my favorite little bay window booth. Have Kara Danvers brought over by my driver."
"Certainly." Two other lawyers dropped papers on the table. "I expect you to materialize Miss Danvers, by the end of the day. Here." Kevin dropped another paper down, warranting an order to deliver the CATCO reporter into their custody. "The Governor gives his regards." The five filthy suited lawyers and Veronica Sinclair, left the confines of the holding cell. Lucy couldn't move, she was far too pissed off to budge.
Agents were forced into standard military formation, forced to watch their greatest threat just stroll on out of the agency. Due to the DEO being a fortress against more alien enemies than human ones and Lena's own companies not being run by any branch of proper government, they had damning evidence against Roulette that did them absolutely..no good.
"Were these the two you wished to serve?" Kevin asked, beside his client. Veronica looked up at both Lena Luthor and Alex Danvers, then leaned in after snatching her old classmate's Director by the top of her shirt. "If she touches you.." Sinclair darted out her tongue and ran it across a set of lips belonging to the older of the Danvers sisters. She pulled her face back just enough and watched the woman's body language carefully.
"Serve...Miss Luthor. I can have Miss Danvers...serve later." She let Alex's shirt go and smiled at the rage festering in the gorgeous soldier's body. "I'd like to have Kara Danvers brought earlier." Veronica was savoring the moment she would get to break dear Alexandra for her own tastes. "Let's go. Six sharp, have Kara Danvers brought to the restaurant. Buy out EVERY table for our privacy Kevin."
No agent could touch them, it had been ten days and not one person could lay a hand on her or her five suits. The lead lawyer remained at Sinclair's side, with them heading toward the exit. She didn't even bother with touching Lena, smiling as she past the two training. "Wait." One simple command and Lucy, Alex and Lena were saying to hell with it, rushing down the hall. Two of the lawyers turned to them and put one of their arms out and held their hand up to signal them to stop.
"Be a dear and step aside." Both agents refused to budge and Veronica felt the annoyance at their inability to follow orders. "Step...aside." They didn't even bother looking at her, remaining like two gates that denied her entrance. "Ohhhh kitten.."
Kalyste heard the voice, lifting her head to see Kara's body trembling. Her face was not one of fear, it was of enthrallment. She walked closer to the hero, placing her hands on Zor-El's shoulders and with that contact Kara's head turned and she looked into Dharea's eyes. "I look forward..to dinner with you. Dress nice for me." What Kalyste heard nearly broke her heart.
"I will." Kara's eyes were clearly fogged, taught to listen and respond to the voice she heard. She snatched her by the chin and shook her head some. The hero gasped, her orbs shaking just like her body. "Kalys..te." The woman listened for the bitch and her followers to leave, hearing the monster's heartbeat and the sickening laughter all the way to the exit.
"Supergirl?" The kryptonian daemvyr watched the Director, her Co Director, the detective and CEO come running into the training room. Alex was first to approach, her hands opening and closing with a heavy pounding in her chest. She flicked her steel brown hues into Kalyste's bluish purple ones, warranting the silent order. She nodded and stepped back as Danvers came toward her sister. Alex put her hands on the sides of her sister's face and leaned forward to put their foreheads together. "Kar.."
"Al..ex." Kara didn't know why she was shaking so badly, her own sister's hands were shaking too. She put her own over Alex's as they stayed like that. "Wha.."
"Kar, you aren't going." She sternly said, pulling back just enough so brown met blue. "You..aren't..going." Her sister's eyebrow raised, confusion filling her hues. "Do you know who was just here?" Kara shook her head. "Who is Veronica Sinclair." The blonde's eyebrow went higher and she practically laughed.
"Roulette of course! Why are you bringing her up sis?" Danvers had never been more grateful to hear that, breathing a sigh of relief and wrapping her arms around her sister. "Lexy..why are you..shaking?"
"You're safe. Rrip Nahn Voi Vot Khap..Vot Krep. You're safe..with me. You're safe with us. Voi..safe. Safe." Alex held her sister tighter, Dharea putting her arms around both Danvers. Like hell...that bitch..would get near her again.
"Major." Lena nearly growled, trying to remain professional. Lucy glanced over.
"Yes?"
"Get President Marsdin on the line please." She calmly requested. Lane smirked and nodded to go attend to that order. One simple override...coming riiiiight up..
"Dare I ask?" Maggie was curious now.
"She has the Governor on his knees between hers? I know a lady who can swat down anyone in her path."
"Who's that?" Sawyer noticed the sweet smile of victory along the CEO's face.
"Cat Grant." Her bitch of a classmate has the asshat in her pants? Well...Lena's got the President and the previous Queen of CATCO...on speed dial..
"TELL me...that slimy rat of a quat with lady parts isn't clicking her street hooking high heels all over the city streets Olivia.." Marsdin felt the smile slip over her lips. "That thing with lips that aren't sucking the filth of a Governor is free?" The woman finished up her call with Miss Luthor then turned in her chair. "Well?"
"I've got a few calls to make to certain sector of military she doesn't want to cross paths with." Olivia told her friend and best negotiator. Cat chuckled and pulled up a chair then kicked off her own heels, putting her feet up on the chair beside her own.
"Go girl. Show the pussy prostitute in pumps, your authoritative side." Marsdin just shook her head, grinning at the choice of words from Grant. Sinclair wants to play hardball? She has the referees for THAT game too..
The first thing the Media Queen noticed, was the grim face of her friend and sometimes other, which brought upon a stern one of her own. "What happened?"
"They won't order the warrant until tomorrow afternoon. Until then...there is nothing I can do."
"You are telling me, she can't be arrested until.." Olivia shook her head. "Shit." Even the President had been overrode. They prayed, things WOULDN'T get worse..
Not one agent, of both the DEO and L-Corp, was pleased. The hero they would all lay down their lives for, had been put in something that made her look nothing of the mighty Girl of Steel that National City looked to for hope. One makeover and all hopes had been flat out crushed.
Alex was damn near ready to put two into the bitch's temples. Lena's hatred of the devil made her crave the cruelest of vengeance that she could dish out. Maggie had her hand closed tightly on the gun, with Lucy struggling to stand still and drop the four private security service dogs that had come to retrieve her best friend.
Their angel of the sky had become a piece of meat in a burgundy and purple dress that hugged every bit of her figure. Her hair had been curled, partially done up in a clip that had tiny red stones along the side. She had been forced into a set of two inch heels, matching the gown that had purposely been chosen for it matched the purples in Kalyste, who had been forced to wear two cuffs that dulled down all of her powers. Another sick rule of Sinclair's.
Kara's shivering hues flicked to her sister, struggling to hold back but forced to remain where she stood. Two agents had been forced to remain by the women, armed to keep them from chasing after who was being escorted out. Alex could see how bad her little sister was trembling. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to go..
"Everything is in order. She will be escorted back to your base in the morning. I expect you to follow protocol and keep your dogs on their leashes." Kevin told the Director of the DEO, then turned around and walked right up to Lena's Director. Once he was before her, he studied her tightened jaw then slipped his gaze down to a couple of tightened fists. His eyes slipped back up and to spite her, smiled. "Your little bird will flock back to her cage here, I assure you."
Every head turned to watch the gruesome order followed, all of them wanting to vomit and commit murder to keep Supergirl from being handed to the truest evil on Earth. The elevator shut and they could hear the whimpering before it did.
"How..in the FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Alex shouted out. Lucy's blood had boiled over already, dropping the signed and stamped document. "HOW?!"
"Three military, two private ops, one security company..ALL on her..payroll." The distaste was practically dripping with each word spoken. "Fucking..she's got TOO MANY in her bloody pocket book!" Lane then dropped the written and signed order from President Marsdin then the veto stating Miss Sinclair could not be taken into custody until 14:00. "Danvers...four teams and fucking snipers there. Get the drones up pronto. We need to know when and where, who and what."
Alex nodded and looked over and J'onn. He nodded too. They had a mission and every single agent was on board with their plan. Time to act. Time to make the monster pay..dearly..
She had been lead down the pathway, where the business suited security agent told her to follow. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, continuing on only for her eyes to widen. Out on the private patio, was positively the most breathtaking view of the bay. She could see boats sailing towards the docks and the sky was littered with thousands of stars. She felt herself drawn in, taking the last few steps to the railing where her hands found their rightful place.
Her ears picked up everything and she let herself find solace in the precious sounds far different than the ones of the usual city she patrolled. She looked up into the stars and enjoyed the story each pattern told her. So engulfed in the sights and sounds, she didn't hear who came behind her. She jumped slightly when a smooth hand slid over the side of her waist then curved around to the other side and pulled her back. She felt what she knew to be a woman's chest pressed against her back, then a sets of long nails scrape at the side of her neck to her throat then bring her head back further. Soft lips brushed the other side of her neck, kissing her there and a nose stroking upward toward her ear. She could feel the slight puffs of warm air in her ear, bringing a torrent tremble through her body.
"Look on kitten. Look up and enjoy them." She slowly lowered her hand where it rested under the beauty's chin, until two fingers rested against her throat. Sinclair softly ran her other hand smoothly back and forth across the kryptonian's waist. She used her thumb to graze up and down Zor-El's neck, purring when the softest of moans released from her play thing's lips. "Enjoy it kitten. Let it carry you away." Veronica darted her tongue out and stroked it up Kara's ear, whispering the things she craved to do to her. She pulled her away and slid her hand upward to keep the hero's head back against her shoulder. "Dinner is served.."
Roulette pulled Supergirl into the restaurant, toward the private dining area and nodded to both guards to close the drapes then take their posts and ensure no interruptions while she enjoyed the main course. This would be a temporary setting, for their pleasure to continue later in her own play penthouse. Until then, she would delight in her shaking kitten's cravings. By the time they had made it to the spiral staircase, Sinclair had released Zor-El and took a step up curling her finger in a silent command for her kitten to follow her where they wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. Veronica had the one she wished to conquer and this time...she intended...to finish..what she started..
It had been an infuriating ten hours, scoping out every possible restaurant and club, bar and cafe, with no luck in finding Supergirl or Roulette. All agents, DEO and employed by Lena, were unsuccessful in the mission that had been so crucial to accomplish. The Luthor had even contacted Arias, that was running L-Corp while she ran CATCO, asking her for information on a few things. One lead panned out and finally, they had caught word that Sinclair had been spotted at the balcony of her fourth penthouse slightly outside the city.
With the information given, the actions were immediate with both J'onn and Lena on the phone with the President, local authorities, Lane's contacts and Sawyer's buddies down at SWAT. Alex, Lena, Lucy and Maggie had been told to let the teams go in first. Finally J'onn walked over to the guards and ordered them to let Kalyste go. He removed the cuffs and she slid to the balcony of the DEO, listening for the last Daughter of Rao.
Agents, soldiers, officers and black op units stormed into Sinclair's outskirt penthouse. Windows were kicked in and doors were taken out by battering rams. All officials were kicking tables and chairs over and raiding the cabinets, drawers and pantries, only for everyone to stop in their tracks. There were multitudes of illegal prescriptions, from other states to other countries. Some things found, they didn't even recognize. Bags and pouches were pulled out along with bottles of liquids that were labeled in other languages.
Sunlight peered through all the shattered windows and screen doors. They tossed every drug they could find on the floor, but the amounts were so putrid that a few of them had to step aside and vomit. Agents of the DEO couldn't find the will to move, the moment they practically kicked the bedroom french doors into pieces. Soldiers dropped their guns. Officers staggered back.
Sinclair was sitting back against a headboard on her massive carved four post bed. She was wearing a lacy little number in pure dark red, laughing when they had come for her. She turned her head to the right, meeting their shivering orbs, then lifted one of her arms and used her well manicured fingers to point towards the foot of the bed. From the doorway their eyes slid to where the finger pointed, everyone's heart had stopped right then and there.
Bound at the wrists and forearms, with intricate knots the agents knew far too well, was a completely nude woman out cold with her head down. Blonde hair was hung down over her shoulders and chest. Her breasts, her stomach, below and all over her thighs, were scratches, puncture wounds, rope burns and bite marks. They noticed a choker collar and a leash hung down her body, from her throat.
"Amazing...when you have a shapeshifter on your payroll." Veronica licked her lips as agents grabbed her by the ankles and flat out yanked her as hard as they could off the bed. The woman hadn't stopped laughing, even as they restrained her. The officers couldn't take it anymore, tazing the shit out of her until she finally shut up. It was then, one soldier pointed to the massive TV monitor and watched the alien shifter take Roulette's place when she had knocked the women out during their dinner.
The shifter hadn't been a martian, they had used their unique powers to sync minds so no one would know the difference. Once Sinclair had left with Supergirl, she had pressed a button and released a toxin in the air that had been made just for Kalyste. There was a reason Roulette had never been caught or never been held for long. Using the synchronized ability, the shifter could manifest, would make the kryptonian daemvyr unable to tell the difference. It had indeed been Sinclair when Kalyste first met her, but her mistakes were Veronica's opportunities.
"Fucking…" The lead Captain cringed, so close to breaking every rule he had abided by in the past ten years, just to put his gun in her mouth and pull the trigger. Instead, he yelled for the agents to get their medi-vac teams there as quickly as possible.
"Those knots.." The rest of the teams in the massive master chamber looked over at the agent as he bent down and closed his fist tightly. "These are what...Kalyste used." Sinclair had stolen everything from the one they had once deemed an enemy. He ripped his helmet and mask off, setting his gun down. "Get Kalyste! Have those bloody fucking cuffs removed and GET KALYSTE!"
The medical team ran in, Hamilton making her way over to the Girl of Steel, unable to fathom any form of coherency as she turned to the agent. "We can't...remove them."
"I'M HERE! Thanks for getting tho..tho..se. KARA!" Kalyste immediately hit her knees and forced every ounce of her power to snap the knotted ropes made by the daemvyr lands. She had no idea how Roulette had figured out how to use the knotted lines she kept well hidden. Had she found a way to searched her thoughts? Dharea would worry about that later. She loosened the knotted bands, unwinding them from the rest of Zor-El's body. One look at the bruising from the repulsive collar, had her eyes burning with flames of purple haze and midnight blue smoke. She took the sides and tore it right off.
The dual blooded warrior lifted the Daughter of Rao up as carefully as she could. When Amelia brought in the stretcher, Kalyste shook her head. "I will take her back." No one could respond as the woman was gone from their site so quickly everyone had to brace themselves from the powerful gust of wind.
She needed to get the one she had come to this planet to help fight and defeat who she knew would come soon. This hadn't been the mark of the devil. This had been the hands of the 'Devil Herself'..