Every day it was the same maddening refrain.
"I'm a fuck toy. Wanna fuck me?" the former Power Girl asked with a vacant grin, thrusting out her huge tits with a giggle. The muscular blonde was stark naked, as usual, the only difference that her body was at least damp from a recent shower. Miss Martian could only take the stink of sex radiating off of her for so long. She had gone from a Field Commander to a simple-minded concubine at best and, at worst, a reward for the mercenaries like Lobo and Juggernaut to plow like a cheap whore. Men, women, she didn't seem to care which made the powerful soldier's fall all the more tragic.
Ever since the disastrous attempt on the White Queen's life by the overconfident Kryptonians, the kindhearted Martian had spent every morning trying to repair the damage done to Karen Starr's mind. At first it seemed as utterly hopeless as reversing the physical changes made to the younger Kryptonian female known as Supergirl but there was a faint glimmer of the old Kara somewhere in there. The cadre of special forces known as The Bats had managed to break the Kryptonians free before Emma Frost had finished her final touches on Power Girl's mind even though she'd been made to watch as Supergirl's body had been remade to make her seem flat-chested in comparison. Poor Kara Zor-El couldn't even cover her new massive teats given their sensitivity and her pussy was constantly wet with unquenchable desire, her body ravaged but mind untouched - the opposite of her older sister.
"Wanna suck my big boobies? Ooh, or maybe I can eat your pussy! I'm a bimboslut who's only good for fucking!" Kara said cheerfully with a giggle.
"No. Your name is Field Commander Kara Zor-El. Say it." Miss Martian said firmly.
"Silly green girl! Fuck toys don't have names! Wanna fuck me?" was the unsurprising reply as the blonde smiled and spread her legs lewdly.
It had already been days of this, trying to reach the old Kara buried deep within, shapeshifting into her cousin, friends, all to no avail. Miss Martian decided the most dangerous method was now in order. Much as it repulsed her she changed form again to take on the image of their hated enemy, the White Queen.
"Mmm, Mistress! How can my slutty body please you?" Karen cooed, immediately falling to her knees and cupping her big, firm tits.
"Tell me what your name used to be, bimbo."
Karen blinked and behind her eyes, something flickered.
"Um . . . I was . . . Karen Starr? But now I'm a fucktoy!"
Miss Martian nodded as Emma.
"Very good. I order you to tell me more about your life before meeting me."
Power Girl's face scrunched up in confusion. She could feel the pain beginning to spike in the blonde's mind. Two commands crushed against each other like plates in an earthquake - obedience to her Mistress versus not remembering anything beyond being a sexual plaything for anyone she met. Miss Martian recognized her mistake and instantly readjusted her strategy.
"I order you to tell me more about your life before meeting me because it arouses me. The more you talk, the more I will . . . eat your pussy."
The blush that went across her face did not fit on Emma Frost's cruel beautiful features but reflected the secret crush M'gann held deep down on the butch blonde in front of her. Lesbian or even bisexual desires were looked upon with suspicion nowadays but fantasies of the Kryptonian powerhouse dominating her were never far from her mind. She knelt gently between Karen's legs and began to gently tongue her wet slit, whispering "Begin!" in her mind. The plan was to reward her with pleasure and hopefully use the power of sex to break the very lock on her mind insisting it was all she was good for . . . but would it work? Could she be convinced to dominate her "Mistress" and break through the wall?
"I, oh! I was some boring old bitch who didn't use her huge titties or strong thighs to aah, get anyone off! Ooh, fuck, thank you mistress!" Karen gasped as Miss Martian increased her licking and slid gentle, shapehifting tendrils into her wet folds, questing until she felt the blonde's thighs tighten and heard her gasps increase.
"Tell me more about the old you. Now. Would she have been my fucktoy?" the imperious Emma Frost's voice rang in Karen's mind.
"Nuh-no! She wouldn't have- I wouldn't have fuh-fucked you at all! I wasn't a slut, didn't fuck- didn't fuck- ooh!"
M'gann flashed images of Karen topping Emma into her mind, accentuating the erotic pull of the images with her own ministrations, delighting in the taste of Karen, the smell of her sweat.
"Would you have beat me, though? Whipped me? Spanked me? Punished me for being such a dirty evil whore?"
The images pushed something deep within Karen to the fore . . . her mind cresting along with the powerful orgasm she was about to enjoy. With a scream of release, Karen Starr opened her eyes.