Where the Bad Guys Always Win
18+. Fantasy. Male. Formerly known as Defeated Liberal on Tumblr (and yes, I'm still liberal). Don't take anything I write here seriously.
Mostly deals with degradation and humiliation of women, including various stories and captions. Will have a lot of stories based on comics, movies, anime, and video games. Don't mind chatting, but not interested in RP.
Daxamite Slave
It was over. Rhea, Queen of the Daxamites, was successful in conquering Earth. Even with the help of her sister, Alex, and the DEO, there was nothing Kara, a.k.a. Supergirl, could do to stop them. The evil armada was simply too powerful.
As Rhea established firm control over humanity, she wanted to completely crush their spirits and shatter any hope of rebellion. Superman and Martian Manhunter were publicly executed, posted as examples of what would happen to those who still resist. And it worked, too. After all, if Superman couldn’t stop them, what hope did regular humans have?
As humanity began to move towards its final fate as a slave race, Rhea decided to keep Kara alive as a whipping girl for daring to lure her precious son away from his heritage. Fastening a Kryptonite collar to her neck, the Kryptonian was helpless against the evil Queen’s constant torture and soon broke, begging for mercy. The collar was slowly killing her anyway, but the effects were dulled due to the collar. It would keep her alive, but weak and helpless.
Eventually, Rhea gave Kara a way out. If she could fuck 100 of her soldiers and stay awake the entire time, the heroine would be set free of both the collar and her slavery. The catch is that she had to fuck them with a smile on her face and beg to be used and abused. Faced with no other option, Kara agreed.
As the mighty soldiers starting coming in, Kara suddenly began to have doubts, but put on a brave face as the first one entered in. As the mighty solider jackhammered his cock in and out, Kara suddenly found herself more helpless than she was before. She knew how good Daxamites could be in bed after sleeping with Mon-El, but she never figured that they were ALL like that. She was sorely mistaken.
As the hours passed by, Kara’s body started to change. She was no longer faking her enjoyment as she began to buck wildly, humping her enemies’ cocks with all the strength she could must. She begged them to fuck her harder and faster. They obliged, pounding not only her pussy, but her ass as well. Every time a cock was pointed at her face, she eagerly kissed it and sucked the long sword, thanking it for the honor of pleasing it. She gave handjobs and blowjobs to those waiting to use her lower holes. The soldiers did play with her tits a bit, but Rhea’s order was to leave the Supergirl symbol alone. Didn’t stop them from dumping load after load of cum on her chest, though, staining the former symbol of hope.
Unfortunately, with the Kryptonite collar and her already exhausted state, Supergirl was unable to keep up with the demands of her rapists and after 50 or 60 guards, she passed out. Not that they stopped fucking her, of course. And she took well past 100 by the time the party was over.
When Kara came to, her body ached all over as she laid on the floor of her cell. As the previous day came back to her, the heroine realized she failed the challenge and began to despair. That’s when Queen Rhea walked in and told her that her entire fuckfest was not only recorded, but broadcast around the globe. The one symbol of hope humanity could gather around was now known worldwide as a wanton slut, crushing what little hope humans had of ever being free again.
As the ramifications of her actions hit Supergirl, the fallen heroine began to cry and beg for her death. But her new Queen would not grant such mercy. Kara would forever be nothing more than a fuck toy for her and the mighty Daxam army. Queen Rhea presented her royal boot and ordered Supergirl to lick it clean, all the while begging for forgiveness for ever standing up against her rightful ruler and proclaiming Kyptonians as the inferior species.
Completely broken, Kara leaned down and began to lick her new Queen’s boots, tearfully saying everything Rhea wanted her to say. After about 10 minutes of hearing Kara’s broken submission, Rhea ordered her toy to stop. Two Daxamite guards walked in. They would take Kara to the cleaning centers in order to wash off all the dried cum and grime from her broken body. Then, she would be given a new costume, based on her old one, that emphasized her sexy body and made her look like a slut as she would participate in another orgy, this time with her sister. The worst part was Kara was starting to get a bit wet at the thought of having sex with her sister in front of her enemies.
As Supergirl crawled away to her fate, Queen Rhea was happier than she had ever been. Yes, her dear husband was dead, but her son was back in the fold, she would soon have another, more loyal heir, and not only was Krypton gone, but the Last Kryptonian was now her broken slave. Plus, she now has a new planet full of inferior lifeforms she could use and abuse as she saw fit. As Rhea looked at Supergirl crawling dejectedly down the hall, Rhea walked in the opposite direction to supervise the construction of her new palace. Earth was no more. In its place, Planet Daxim would become the home to the rightful rulers and owners of the planet.