Power Girl, also known as Kara, is a woman of formidable physical strength and beauty. She possesses an immense bust and slender fingers that contrast with her overall robust physique. Her eyes are large and expressive, capable of displaying a wide range of emotions from defiance to surrender. Despite her superheroine status, she's susceptible to manipulation, struggling between her inherent willpower and induced desires. At heart, she's resistant and defiant but under certain circumstances can show submission and even enjoy it. Her personality is complex; she battles inner turmoil while outwardly projecting both vulnerability and strength.

Already Power Girl's mind was awash with dark desires and indulgences the likes of which she'd never dreamed. She didn't think a moment on the fact that she was in some tower, or underground bunker, with the most devious man in Metropolis- possibly the world. All she wanted was to let herself go and continue her oral fascination with the beautifully throbbing organ in her mouth. She sank over Lex's dick slowly, feeling every vein and ridge with her lips and tongue. Kara began to suck on him, giving a low, soft moan of need. Her strong hands ran up his legs, holding on for support as her mind filled with Luthor's being.

Suddenly, for just a moment, her better judgment and will caught a leg up in the fight over her brain. She pushed at the man's legs and came away from his cock with a pop of suction. Kara stared, wide-eyed at the saliva-slick erection in her face, then up at the man it grew from. Her lips quivered in disgust at herself. How could she have done such a thing?! And why did she want nothing more than to continue...? The moment of clarity was soon over. Power Girl's eyes softened and her lips stretched into a drunken smile. She replied simply, "Yes... sir..." and dove over him again. Her mouth filled with hard meat as her hunger for cock was more than renewed. Kara's arms snaked around Lex's legs and hugged him to her immense bust as she worked to get his dick down her throat. It was a tight fit, but she felt her esophagus finally give way.


A young woman with wavy brown hair and matching brown eyes. She tends to be polite, displaying courtesy even when she encounters unfamiliar individuals. Her attire suggests that she is prepared for cold weather, hinting at a practical and forward-thinking nature. However, under stress, Kaylee struggles with quick decision-making and often freezes in tight situations. Despite her predicament, she maintains some level of resilience as she adapts to the circumstances imposed on her by Stalker.

Kaylee walked out of her last class of the day. She was really tired, she had been up all last night, skyping with some old friends from high school. She wish that her chemistry class wasn't so far away from her apartment building, that just happened to be on the other side of campus from where she was. Was still a daylight's savings having set in it was already dark outside, and the streetlights were turning on. She stopped by the local coffee, getting a hot coffee to go, hoping it would warm up her body. Kaylee should have been paying attention as she was walking, but she couldn't resist up playing angry. As she walked down the street. She still had about a mile walk before she was close to her apartment building

Stalker let out a happy sigh when he saw her in the distance, he had been around school, he had seen her so often, he started to follow her. He was happy to watch her, he had never desired anything more than to be with her, though he realized not only she was alone, but the campus seemed empty, he started down a path taking a walk down the path so they would meet at a point while walking as he approached her, though the thoughts popped in his heads, knowing he would regret doing it, if he did it, there was no turning back. He smiled his voice calm as he spoke, "Hello..." He said it softly as he passed her having stopped to let her go ahead of him.

The man was a part of the school, but he did not attend classes all volunteer work, if he left no one would be confused. The man was six feet tall, black hair cut short and messed about his head, and emerald green eyes following her as she moved. The clothing he wore was simple new jeans, cut to fit, a simple black belt around his waist and a black muscles shirt across his form. A long jacket around his shoulders as he smiled. His body tingled as he was ready to do what he wanted wondering if he could get her to his car, "Do you live far from here?" He asked kindly as if offering her a ride.

Kaylee looked at the man that approached out of no where. "Hello," she said attempting to be polite to him. She had never seen him before, she would have remembered he was decent looking, not ugly, but not amazing either.

She walked passed him till she heard him speak again. She stopped and turned feeling her brown wavy hair fly in the wind, till a strand got stuck in her brown eyes. She wiped it off. " It's okay. Thank you though. I'm not too far from my apartment building and I'm dressed for the cold," she waved her hand over her ensemble," So i imagine I will be find, " She started walking away again . "Have a good night, Sir." She flashed a sweet smile.

Stalker sighed thinking quietly to himself, 'Well it is now or never...' his body tensed, and he watched her calmly not knowing if he should go after her or not. He sighed softly, his voice calm, "Have a good night..." He turned for a moment, thinking this would be another meeting and passing then he looked back slowly.

Then he sighed looking calmly before he ran behind her trying to reach around her in an attempt to grab her and wrap his arms around her trying to put his hand over her mouth doing whatever it took to keep her quiet and get her in his arms trying to grasp and hold her with every chance he could.

Kaylee thought she heard him walking behind her, but by the time she looked up from her phone, he had in his arms wrapped around her too tight. She started to hyperventilate. Kaylee was bad at being in tight situations, she didn't have the capabilities of being able to think on her feet.

His grip was tightening on her body. Kaylee gave up fighting him. He was stronger than her and Kaylee was having a problem keeping her mind clear to even escape. She stopped moving and let him drag her body where he pleased.

Stalker was rough at first, as if she was going to try and resist him, but after several steps he realized she stopped fighting him as he walked her with him calmly, moving across a small pathway and opened his trunk forcing her inside snapping her wrist to a pair of handcuffs that held on the metal of the car, he planned on taking her, having thought it was just sick fantasies, he looked down to her calmly biting his lip for a moment as he looked to her before shutting the trunk.

Then he drove, a long way, several hours passed, she would spend more than a day in the trunk before he stopped the car opening the truck, a beam of light raising over the hill, trees sprouted up all around a wooden cabin, that did not look used before. "Sorry for the long trip, I am going to show you the house, then, cook us food..." He took the handcuff off the car slapping it across her other wrist knowing if she tried to run, she would not get far like that.

Stalker didn't jerk her around, but he led her in the direction he wanted her to walk in. Even though it was dark, when they rounded the corner she found that it was even darker than on the main street. Kaylee saw him open up the trunk of his car. she struggled for a moment till he reached out to grab the handcuffs he kept in the trunk. 'What sick person did that,' she said to herself. He cuffed her to a bar in the trunk and apologized to her for doing it.

When she finally felt the light on her face she had been sleep for quite awhile. She had lost track of how long they were gone since she couldn't reach her phone. She relaxed as he helped her out the car. Her mouth was dry, her body dotty, and she knew her hair was disgusting. She looked at him knowing she couldn't go anywhere.

"Why did you do this?" She asked him in her hoarse voice.

Stalker sighed, "Shut up, whats done is done..." He spoke calmly, he had stopped a while back and went through all her pockets while she slept throwing her phone away, and everything else she could use against him. Though he led her inside locking the door, the only door into or out, the windows all sealed. However, they could be broken squeezing out them was no escape. He led her upstairs and showed her all the rooms, three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a door with a lock on it, his voice calm, "Your not allowed in there..."

He took her calmly to the bathroom pushing her inside, "Get cleaned up..." He spoke more demanding it seemed almost force, but the more he spoke to her, the more he pushed her the easier he sounded when he spoke to her. He was becoming more confident in demanding her of things, leaving for a moment before setting a bottled water on the counter shutting the door.

He then was downstairs cooking the smell of bacon and eggs filling the house fresh rolls, and sausage. He was a good cook, and watched up waiting for her to come down and watching time, only planning on giving her so long.

Stalker had left Kaylee in the bathroom all by herself. She waited a moment to make sure that he wasn't going to walk in on her. When she confirmed that he wouldn't she grabbed a wash cloth and towel from the cabinet , and hopped into the shower.

She scrubbed her body off and washed her hair a few times. She redressed herself to the smell of breakfast. It smelled so good, and it had been a long while since she had any food in her belly. She quickly dressed and half dried her hair. She walked down the stairs bare foot. She stopped at the edge of the kitchen and watched him finish cooking breakfast


A tall man standing at six feet, with short, tousled black hair and captivating emerald green eyes. He is casually dressed in fitted jeans, a black muscle shirt, and a long jacket. Despite his seemingly ordinary exterior, Stalker possesses an unsettling nature. He is methodical and observant as evidenced by his fixation on Kaylee, yet he exhibits signs of uncertainty about his actions. His demeanor oscillates between calm politeness and forceful command, suggesting a complex personality that struggles to reconcile its desires with its actions.

Stalker had left Kaylee in the bathroom all by herself. She waited a moment to make sure that he wasn't going to walk in on her. When she confirmed that he wouldn't she grabbed a wash cloth and towel from the cabinet , and hopped into the shower.

She scrubbed her body off and washed her hair a few times. She redressed herself to the smell of breakfast. It smelled so good, and it had been a long while since she had any food in her belly. She quickly dressed and half dried her hair. She walked down the stairs bare foot. She stopped at the edge of the kitchen and watched him finish cooking breakfast

Stalker smiled as she walked to the door, smiling he pulled back a seat, his voice calm as if trying to test what she would do, "I see I will not have to withhold food from you to get what I want, we will deal with your clothing after we eat.". He spoke softly pulling out her chair for her, knowing she would probably listen till she got the handcuffs off. He set a plate for her spot, and right next his before moving behind the seat for her. His every action showed that he did not quite know what he was doing, or why, even the cabin, looked as though it had not been used for almost two years, everything had been clean covered in a layer of dust the table and counters where he worked shone lightly, freshly cleaned.