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From CEO to Power Slave

Karen Starr clenched her fist around her briefcase, her super strength beginning to crush the handle.  She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, loosening her grip. She had just gone from the CEO of a large company, to an unemployed due to a hostile takeover.  Well, not truly unemployed, as Karen Starr was only a cover for Power Girl, one of only three Kryptonians left in the world, and one of roughly 5 in the universe.  Well, that's not exactly true, she was the survivor of an entire universe that collapsed, and henceforth, TECHNICALLY the same person as Supergirl, but that is being rather detailed.

What really irritated is how she could no longer use her companies resources to help rebuild the city after she got into a fight with one of any number of supervillians. Now, however, the woman was pacing her fancy top story office, fearing the loss of her livelihood. She could goto other members of the league for help, yes, but to do that, she would have to get on her knees, and sell her body.  Wait, no she wouldn't. Her mind has been foggy, ever since that strange woman fixed her computer and changed her screen saver.  She shook her head to get the thoughts out of her head, finding that idle, intruding fantasies rather absurd.  Her friends would never do that. However, her mind kept wandering to what would happen if they ever abandoned her.  She clenched her teeth, trying to regain her composure and mental control, but to no avail. She sat down, which helped a little, though she figured the stress at the impending merger was getting to her.    She looked at the time. it was 3:15.  In 45 minutes, her competitor, a woman named Angelina Ramos would enter, ready to begin the final meeting, and Karen knew little of her.  This would be her last chance to talk her out of a complete take over of the company.  She turned to her computer to begin her research, when a sharp wash of color filled her vision, her eyes drawn to the screen, her mind beginning to empty.

She began to recover, coming out of a haze, she moved the mouse, and several colors on her screen disappeared.   "What the hell!?" She cried out, her heart pumping.  She felt herself become more complacent and calm, even as her adrenaline shot up.   She took several deep breaths, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating.  She returned to Google, and  began  her research, beginning to look at the techniques into which her competitor bought her out the night before. She was reading a biography of her competitor, when her intercom buzzed.

"Miss Starr, Your 4 O'clock is here to see you. A Miss Angelina Ramos, here to discuss a takeover."  Her secretary's voice seemed calm, but it sent a voice of alarm through her body. Her adversary was early! She quickly hit the intercom, clearing her throat to appear to sound calm.

"Yes, i'll be a moment." Karen glanced at the clock. 3:40.  She muttered "FUCK!" just before she spoke back into the intercom. "Actually, she's nearly 20 minutes early, I still need to prepare.  Can you take care of her until I am ready?" She tried to sound as diplomatic as possible.

"Yes, Miss Starr." Came the voice of the secretary.

Karen brought her attention back to her computer, muttering about the lost time.  She used her super speed to read the trades, trying to find out anything she could to convince her competitor to stop the takeover.   Hell, before now, she didn't even know her competitor's name.  Now THAT was inexcusable. She pondered the name: Angelina Alyssa Ramos, though it kept drifting out of her mind.  Karen sneered at the picture. She wore a business suit, carrying herself as if she was better than everyone around her.  The kind that would assume that they crashed through the glass ceiling, leaving her male companions behind.  The rumors of lesbianism really didn't surprise her, most of the "men are scum" crowd went for women anyway.

Really, she was everything she hated about the women's rights movement.  Karen knew that some men were scum, yes, particularly the ones she fought, but not all.  Some women would fail in their jobs, yes, but it wasn't due to a worldwide conspiracy of men. She tried to calm herself, remembering not to fight that particular battle here.  She had to care for her employees, many of whom would probably lose their jobs because of this.  She calmed herself and continued reading, her mind drifting toward the thoughts of herself, dressed in leather, on a leash at Angelina's heel. She tried to push it aside.  She was quick in gathering evidence.  There were theories, yes, but theories wouldn't stand up in court.  Soon, the dreadful time came for the meeting.

"Karen, Its time for your 4 P.M. Meeting. She is getting rather... pushy.  Would you like me to call security to escort her out?"

Karen tried to keep her composure.  But deep inside, she was filled with fear, anxiety, and for some reason excitement.  Her mouth went dry, her head fillwed with swimming emotions and thoughts, but she went on.  Her hand hit the buzzer, trembling. "Send her in, Elisha."

The button returning to its original position seemed to echo inside of Karen's ears, as if her super hearing was telling her that it was signal, her last chance to avoid danger.  She heard whispering outside, and a deep knot formed in her throat. She felt as if she should run, that there was something she couldn't fight that she didn't have the ability see.  She took a deep breath, and summoned all of her inner strength.  She was Power Girl, one of few beings on Earth, alien or human, who was able to stand toe to toe with the galaxy's most vicious creatures. She always faced her fear, and she would conquer it now.

She took a deep breath as the door opened, filled with gusto, and a demand for victory.  A plan was quickly forming in her mind as she began to examine the figure entering the door.  Angelina Ramos stood roughly 6 feet tall, her Asian body nearly had to duck underneath the door.  Her black hair was tied in a french knot, her face in a light coat of makeup.  She wore a leopard skin dress, a fox fur scarf around her neck.  Her  E cup breasts were actually impressive, the amulet in the center seemed to gather Karen's gaze as it sat in between both breasts. Her body flowed downward, as well toned as Wonder Woman. The dress itself ended at Angelina's thighs, her legs covered by pantyhose before ending in knee high leather boots.  Her hands had dark leather gloved that came all the way to her elbows, the rest of her arm covered in fishnets.

Her left hand, however, held a leather leash that flowed downward, to a red leather collar that was around the neck of a woman on all fours. The collar had the words "Pet" written on it, with the phrase "Property of Angelina" on the dog tags. The woman's hair was in two long braids that were tied in a knot of the top of her head, her hair pulled tight.  Her torso was covered by a rather Modest shoulder less bodice, that revealed her shoulder blades, coming from underneath them cover her the front, bottom and sides of her breasts.  Her arms were bare, except for two black metal bracelets and long black fingernails. Her bodice stopped just above her hips, latched to two full length leather boots that lead all the way up her thighs, which were connected to the bodice with several leather latches.  Two pouches were along the slaves midsection, held by a belt. Her vagina and round rump were left bare for all the world to see.

Angelina and her pet  were in start stark contrast to Karen's professional appearance.  She sat behind a oak desk, which was rather meticulously arranged. He brown eyes scanned the form of her competitor as her mind swam under her short, neck length blonde hair.  Her entire form was filled with toned muscle, a result of the constant need to life various Buicks, collapsed buildings, and punching various villains into the stratosphere. Her body was covered, for the moment, at least, in a rather modest affair: Both D cup breasts in a bra, covered in turn by a peach wool sweatshirt. Her nicely round rump in white panties, covered in turn by blue jeans. Her feet in socks, and leather boots.  Her fingernails were painted a bright red, matching her lipstick.  There was of course, the traditional, eyeliner, and makeup covering various blemishes.

Angelina and Karen studied one another, with Karen's mouth falling open, her eyes staring at Angelina's breasts.  Angelina, of course, had been several steps ahead of Karen all along.  She was the first to speak to the captivated super heroine, bending over to take a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her a pouch, making sure Karen got an eyeful. Lighting the cigarette as she put it in her mouth, she put the lighter back into the pouch.

"Miss Starr, I am rather disappointed at how you have kept me waiting. I would have through that such a coward such as yourself would have treated her social betters with a higher standard. " She began to stand back up, the door closing behind her as she and her slave walked forward. The office began to fill with the smell of cigarette smoke as a long chain of smoke blew out of Angelina's mouth, her tongue tracing her lips. "But really, I never should have expected anything else from such a horrid piece of DREK like yourself.  You can't even see the end of your hold on Starrware even as its future Mistress stands before you.  Now tell me Karen, why do you fight when it is all so hopeless?" Her voice cooed as she spoke, remarkably smooth for a smoker.

Karen found her head spinning even more.  There was a distinct aspect of confusion as she sat.  All of what the mistress was saying made sense,  even though part of her screamed on the inside.  The voice inside was beginning to make more and more sense, as Power Girl's personality began to assert itself.  She hated those words, and she remembered how she would fight against them, and those women who would decide that she was a whore for the way she dressed, trying to control her while preaching freedom.  She looked down at the human pet, and saw a slave, and her mind began to clear. Fighting was good.

However, Angelina saw what was happening, understanding that the facial muscles and increased breathing meant that she was struggling.  She moved forward, bringing her pet with her.  The smoke smell began to fill the room, with Angelina's lips puckering up, and blowing smoke toward Karen's desk. The chemicals in the smoke should work soon.  They always do. She saw power in front of her, power that she did not have, and that was unacceptable. She cleared her throat, nearly growling at the blonde CEO.  She began to speak forcefully.

"You really think you have a chance at live, Karen? In the five years you have owned this company, it has not grown a bit, when it could have dominated the world. It aches to grow, but you can't get  over your wretched love of yourself. Always cleaning up after your little spats. You're a VERY cruel woman, Karen Starr. Or should I say Power Girl? Yes, I know who you are. You are a horrible woman for being so careless! Anyone could have found out who you are, and you put all your friends in danger. Its all your fault you worthless woman! Just think, once I figured out who you were, I could have gone after Stargirl, or Black Canary. They are human, and unable to withstand the power from someone like Killer Croc.  Did you ever think of that you lazy blonde?"

Karen's mind was soon at war with herself.  Her emotions seemed to be swirling  around her mind, moving like a wall. Karen's balance even wavered as she felt the emotions take control, the cigarette smoke affecting her mind even further.   Angelina was right, she had been careless.  She must be punished for endangering her friends. Her self esteem began to plummet when she realized just how her greed was affecting her business. She used to reason that it was corporate responsibility, but now, she wanted to repay it all back.  She could hardly speak, the swarm of emotions, hiding a small pleading, but still fighting, voice deep inside her head.

Angelina walked forward, pulling a metal, chain link leash from her belt. It was attached to a leather collar, with the name tag "Power Slave."  There was kryptonite lining the inside of the nametag, enough to weaken, but not kill her.  Angelina continued her mental assault, quickly changing tactics, speaking softly this time, as a friend. Her face hid a cruel smile dwelling deep within her.

"Karen, I give you a chance to allow your company to succeed, and save your employees from the unemployment line. You are the problem, both here, and outside of the office."

Karen fought back, her weakening true personality fighting back. Her body was sweating, her arms and muscles shaking as she fought off temptation. " You fucking witch... do you really think I would so something so stupid? I save lives now, and I save innocence itself.  Go away before I destroy you..." Her body strained to speak, quickly tiring.

With the true personality out, Angelina switched tactics, taking care of True Karen's vulnerable emotions. "You are really a sad person, aren't you Karen? Do you really think that you protect innocents as you slam someone through a skyscraper? How many people do you kill when you do so? DO you REALLY think they all miraculously escape? Don't you think you should help repopulate them? After all, its all your fault!"

The phrase "Its all your fault" began to circle through her mind.  She began to feel guilty for what she's done to the company and to her friends.  Putting them at risk by caring for the city.  She came to realize that she should have been something like a streetwalker.  Someone that no one would pay attention to. She would find that embarrassing, of course, but she was just a stupid woman.  Maybe some embarrassment would teach her some manners. She looked at the collar with the kryptonite gem, and began to imagine herself wearing only that, and nuzzling her head in between her mistress's chest. She wept for all the innocents killled in the crossfire, wanting to give something back to them as an apology.   The promises her mistress made began to erode the fight within her.  It all made sense, she just needed time off to help repopulate the earth, the milk from her breasts would be used to feed the hungry.  She closed her eyes as the magic finally began to take hold, her shirt soon coming over her head as her mind surrendered.  Angelina's cruel grin grew on her face as the power in front of her was soon hers.

Soon, Karen was led out on all fours, her business handed over to Angelina, along with her mind and body.  She was completely naked, her arms and legs chained together, not to prevent escape, but to show submission.  She would eagerly accept her new life, serving her mistress as a slave, her body sold to the highest bidder, with only a trickle going to the needy, in order to help maintain the hold on her mind.  Her communicator would chirp with promises of release and freedom, but Power Slave was too far gone to care.