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Nicki arrives and things go very wrong.
You die from it and often fairly quickly. But how long have you been trussed up here? How long have we been talking? And yet, you breathe. You are not dead. Curious, isn't it?"
"What...what is it?"
"Oh, it's kryptonite. Just a little something...different I cooked up in the labs. I intended it for your cousin, but we found that it seemed to not affect him. I was confused, perplexed. Then, in looking at the tape, I noticed something. While Superman was fine, you faltered a bit. Just a bit. And seemed to blush. It was odd. So I surreptitiously had an employee of mine expose you to it. He watched you from afar that night as you falter again. This time, though, we had a drone follow you. It recorded you, the sweet, fair, and trustworthy Maid of Might, fingering herself on a Metropolis rooftop with abandon. Do you remember that night?"
"How could you...how did you know?" she cried.
"I already told you that. We made it happen. Do you remember how you felt that night? A little weaker, a lot hornier? Well that was just a small dose. Much smaller than the one you are absorbing right now. It seems my synthetic kryptonite does not affect males from your planet. But females? Oh it affects you very much...lowers your inhibitions. And it seems, Supergirl, you have some very, very unsuperhero like wants."
"That's not...that's not true!" she insisted unconvincingly.
"Oh, so brave," he teased, clapping his hands, "So brave, but, I expect, so wet under that tiny skirt. Am I wrong?"
"Go to hell!"
"Oh, my dear, not today. And if you won't answer me, I guess I'll just have to check for myself," Greg/Luthor casually proclaimed, reaching towards her legs.
"No!" she responded angrily, then moaned.
Greg picked up on her cue and ran with it, "Yeah, the kryptonite's a doozy, huh? The stronger your emotions, be they lust, fear, or anger, the more it affects you. So fight all you want, it just means its hooking itself deeper into you."
"Please," she whimpered again, "Please don't."
"Shall we bargain then?"
"I don't bargain with criminals!"
This time, he touched her inner thigh before she replied, "Fine. What's the bargain?"
"You tell me what it's been like since you were exposed to this magical substance," he said, indicating to the headcuffs, "for the first time and I won't check how wet you are until you want me to."
"I'll never want you to!"
"We'll see. Now, do we have a deal, or not?"
"...yes, fine," she whispered in a small voice.
"Umm," she hesitated, "Well...it was weird at first. I felt, like, hot all over. Dizzy. Weaker, yes. But not nearly as noticeably weak as I was hot. But it passed so I thought it was no big deal. I don't really get sick so I had no frame of reference for it."
"Then, that night, I stopped to save a woman from a mugging. I sent the criminal running and was going to chase after him, but, suddenly, I found myself staring at this woman and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her. It was overwhelming. I tried to walk away, but I couldn't. I was like in a trance. Next thing I realized, I had her up against a wall, my mouth all over hers. Good thing I get my wits back or who knows what I might have done."
Greg/Luthor wordlessly pull her tight t-shirt up over her breasts.
"Hey! We agreed!" Mallory/Supergirl objected.
"We never said anything about your tits," the dermatologist masquerading as super villain coolly replied, "Beside, you just lied to me. Every time you lie, I'm going to punish you in some way. So go on, Slut of Steel, tell me the truth this time."
"Don't call me that."
"Call you what? Slut of Steel."
She visibly shuddered in response, "Yesssssss," she hissed.
"Why, don't you like it?"
"No," she gulped.
Greg/Luthor leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned and groaned and thrashed a bit in response.
"Truth," he demanded.
"Yes, ok. I liked it. I don't know why, but I did."
"You liked it because it is what you really are.