“I don’t think anyone’s at home”. Anita Benning replied wryly, even as she observed Martin Hodges knocking on the door for the upteenth time. “You think?” he replied sarcastically before hollering again. “This is the police! We have a search warrant, and we ain’t got all day!! ”

Together with two other guys, they have been standing outside the main double doors of the stately mansion for more than five minutes under the sweltering heat of the summer afternoon, sweat partially drenching their uniform already.

Despite the instructions given were “just get that one person and get out”, it doesn’t seem to be working out the way they wanted. For starters, the guard at the front had been adamant that he call and verify the search warrant that they had with them before letting them pass through, which left no doubt in everyone’s mind that this antic has removed any element of surprise. By the time the two police cruisers pulled up at the main doors of the Red Dot Foundation fifteen minutes later, they realise that even the doors have been locked, for their own benefit. Knowing that this is the usual hold-out tactic, they had nevertheless tried to play by the book, as Chief Danvers puts it.

At least they should do so, for at least five minutes before they do something else.

“What if they try to run?”

“They won’t.” Came the reply. Talk about being optimistic.

It was obvious there are people inside, for all four officers were able to hear some incessant shouting within the building despite not being able to see anyone. Hitting the thick wooden doors yet again as his patience wore thin, Hodges finally decided that enough is enough. Gesturing to the two guys behind him, they brought forward the two battering rams. Built from reinforced steel of about a meter in length and weighing close to twenty kilos, these are to be used only in extreme cases where police officers needed to quickly enter and rescue people, or arrest perpertrators fast before they had a chance to escape.

“Are you sure about this Martin?”

“Look, Chief told us five minutes, and by my watch we’ve given ten. Let’s do this before all of them flee.” Leading the way, he stood in position from the double doors. Grabbing the handles of the ram, hefted it behind for momentum and swung it forwards…

…only to hit something harder than steel itself as the doors opened at the exact moment. The force and the momentum that Hodge put in was quite significant, and most of it rebounded back towards him, causing him to stagger at least ten feet backwards before collapsing onto the ground on his butt, the end of the ram crushed and bent at an angle rendering useless for the future.

Groaning in pain on the ground, he felt all numb and tingly especially on his arms and hands. He then realised why his other three colleagues didn’t come towards his aid nor followed his lead, as when he followed their sight all of them were focused on that young woman standing there with a bemused and slightly annoyed facial expresion.

The young, blonde who is dressed in that world famous blue and red two piece costume with the famous <S> insignia stretched tightly across her significant bust.

It was the last person that any of them have expected to see behind the door at that instant.

<Moments earlier>

“I’m sure there must be a mistake.” Kara had said to Gaius in between little gasps and moans, as she felt his fingers running deliciously about and over her wet blonde bush as he lay next to her on the bed. Her top pulled down halfway down to her midriff and her skirt hiked all the way upwards, the Brit was given full access to her sun-kissed feminine body without any restrictions. Despite all he had done she wasn’t even breathing hard. “I know the people down there. The police are great at their job. There must have been a misunderstanding.”

“Maybe, but as you can see and hear the voices coming from below my love, they are not really interested in hearing my side of the story. Else why would they come up to the manor broad daylight to arrest me?” He purposedly elicited a tasty loud gasp from the Girl of Steel as her pinched her left nipple strongly, knowing that it had minor impact on her invulnerable though sensitive body, even if it leaves her needing more. Far more. In between he spied her casting her gaze beneath the concrete floor, seemingly checking out what was happening outside, her supehearing easily picking up the conversation and commotion downstairs.

For the better part of the past hour, he had been working hard to keep Kara occupied, more of keeping her on the verge of orgasm seemingly as part of her ‘gentle training’. Similar to how he had crafted her dream, the Girl of Steel had opened up her southern velvety folds eagerly to him, offering her wet pussy to his mouth and allowing him to touch and play with her clit and thickened folds as she seemingly tried to control her superstrength for sexual pleasures. However despite all that he could do, and no matter how much she relaxed, he was still unable to push his tongue through past her cunny lips, her Kryptonian body’s natural strength too much for mere Terran muscle to do anything to her. While it had felt easy in their minds, real-life was harsher. Getting a Kryptonian female, who by nature DEMANDS the kind of strength and power to bring her to sexual ecstacy, to now getting off but by using only a sliver of her goddess-like strength is akin to asking a Lioness to act like a kitten while hunting for food.

It’s an uphill task, even if both parties are still putting efforts to overcome it.

Kara on her part had been in turmoil, crying out and moaning repeatedly in frustration, though she seemed intent to continue, even egging him onwards to do more, going as far as to use her fingers to hold herself open invitingly, daring him to put more than just his tongue through the gateways to heaven. But he had erred on the side of caution, remembering all the videos and photos available on the internet that showed how easily she crushed granite and steel bars with her hands and even legs, and that’s before she actually displayed those amazing muscles! Instead, he focused on lapping up all her free-flowing viscous cum that seemed to flow endlessly from her intimate folds, the sweetest nectar that he had ever tastted.

While doing so, Gaius Marcus through the lingering effect of his own ministrations on her, could sense that the spells he cast on her earlier was stilll working, though weakening with time. The energy required to sustain such a hold waning. Supergirl was still under his own control, but he needed to make hay while the sun shines. That meant making her desire him, and wanting more than ever to please him, just as she desired a similar response as well, sexually if possible.

Everything that they had done thus far had only served to be a pleasureable tease. It only succeeded in making Kara Zor-El even more sexually aroused but frustrated, and he could sense that this persistent craving for actual sex is starting to chip away his mental command, her own will starting to reassert itself and forcing back his mental hold. He was actually at a loss on what else to do when the good men and women in uniform turned up at the door, interrupting their very long foreplay.

Taking advantage of the situation, Gaius now appealed to the ‘softer side’ of Supergirl. Playing up the role of a victim, he had purposedly given Kara his own poor puppy story of being thoroughly misunderstood. Alone with no support from anyone in this country, even from the Foundation, he is now at his wit’s end. The innocent superheroine, with her mind still under the influence, lapped it all up easily, sympathising with him almost immediately.

As the pounding on the door became louder (easily cutting through the building even if they were one two floors above) he rolled out of bed and purposedful started getting dressed, sighing slightly as he seemingly looked resigned to his fate.

Even as he buttoned up his white shirt, Kara spoke softly from where she laid.

“Maybe… maybe I can talk to them face to face? I mean, they know me. My reputation should mean something. If I say that I believe you, I’m sure they will reconsider their accusations. With my powers there is nothing anyone can do to put anyone innocent behind bars, and I can help them find more evidence that will exonerate you…”

Slightly alarmed that the Girl of Steel will want to look at the incriminating evidence of his, Buzz quickly chipped in “Kara, that sounds all well and good, but for your sake those should be left to lawyers and the court to decide. From the sounds of it, the men downstairs are not ones to be that patient, and they seem to be about to break the door down just to arrest me. I am not sure if they will listen to reason now.”

“Then, allow me then.” A quick WhoosH! and the familiar costume is don immaculately on the young woman, who now had an intensely focused look on her face.

As she was about to step out through the window, Buzz instead “eh-hemmed” her. Puzzled, she turned around to see him smiling and pointing towards the door downstairs. Realisation dawned on her and in a blink of an eye, she was gone.

That’s how she ended up waiting behind the door, observing Hodges from behind the door with her x-ray vision. Smiling craftily, she waited for the moment when the battering ram was about to hit the door that she opened them inwards, purposedly positioning herself directly to take the hit on her exposed abdomen.

It was of no contest, mere reinforced steel against against invulnerable Kryptonian flesh that had earlier been exposed directly to sunlight in space. The battering ram was crushed into oblivion, and the rebounding force sent Hodges and his men flying backwards to crash onto the driveway while she had barely felt a nudge on her body.

A tacit show-off. One that showed she meant business.

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“How can I help you?”

Anita Benning was brought back to the here and now when the superheroine spoke, her face now serious, even stern-looking. A far-cry from the usual sunny and welcoming disposition that she used to have. Despite standing about the same height as Anita herself, the fact that Kara was dressed in her standard cosume, her arms placed on her hips in her traditional heroic pose, projected a sense of superiority and power just by that sheer presence alone.

Still confused as to why the superheroine was at the RedDot Foundation, Anita nonetheless handed over the search warrant over to the Girl of Steel.

“We’re here to bring a suspect in for questioning, Supergirl. He needs to come with us so that he can help us in our investigation.” A cautious and diplomatic way to try and diffuse the situation.

Glancing quickly at the paper and memorizing the salient points, she handed it back and replied in a haugthy manner.

“I’m sure there must be a mistake. I know this person, and I can personally vouch for him. He cannot be the criminal that you are looking for. ”

What the… ? Surely even Supergirl realises that even she needs to heed the law? Before the confused Anita could comment further Hodges piped up from behind her. “There’s no mistake about anything, young lady. This here on the warrant says that there are evidence linking him to multiple rape and killings, and that he’s staying here at the old Midvale Orphanage. That’s how the law works. We need to bring him in for questioning. He is a person of interest, and he needs to come with us.”

He took a few steps forward when Kara purposedly turned around and stood in front of him instead, her fists still on her hips. Despite Hodges’ 6-feet 2 frame a couple of inches taller than Supergirl, he however felt that as if the latter was instead staring him down.

Seeing his path blocked, he sighed and said. “Look, I don’t know what’s the matter with you, or your relationship with this person or place, but we are just doing our job. This is all in accordance with the law. Anything else, you can take it up with the Chief back at the station. Please, just let us through.”

“No, you will not. As I said, there must be a mistake. I will not allow an innocent man to be taken in against his will.”

“Against his… Look, if there really IS a mistake or a misunderstanding, he can take it up with the higher-ups back at the station, and he is of course entitled to representation. As this warrant said, we do have the order to court to bring him to the station to aid in our investigation. That doesn’t mean he’s guilty. Detective Blake and Chief Danvers are both there, so he can proclaim his innocence to them.”

“The way you’re coming at him. With that battering ram.” Pointing to the destroyed piece of equipment. “This doesn’t look like a simple aiding in investigation to me. More like you guys have already decided he is guilty.”

“Supergirl, that’s not…”

“Just shut up, Blake. Can’t you see that she’s on the other side now? She’s trying to delay long enough for the suspect to plan his getaway. I’ll say this again. Let us through!” His temper rising quickly as she doesn’t seem to want to budge from the issue.

Kara just smiled sarcastically. “Or what? You plan to go through me to get to him? Is this how police treat people these days, guilty until proven innocent? Let see you try to do it then.” Hodges’ eyes narrowed at that not-so-subtle challenge from the superheroine while Anita’s eyebrows rose in partial alarm.

Both looked at each other, at a loss. This was really not going according to any script.

But before either of two more senior officers made a move suddenly they were pushed out of the way. Officer Craig Donton had had enough, and his short temper got the better of him at this stage. He just proceeded to throw a punch at the costume-clade young woman who he regarded as nothing but a nuisance.

Having been on the wrestling crew for most of his years in college, his bulky 6 foot 5 physique had been handy for police work. More for intimidation and getting people to adhere to the rules rather than having to really carry out his duties by force, for deep down he is a softie. But that doesn’t mask the fact that he could also be too quick to act, instead of backing off and thinking rationally before deciding on the next course of action. This had been a callout on him again and again during his reviews.

That his punch had merely traveled halfway when it was stopped hard in its tracks, his body itself feeling numb and then pain as Supergirl’s left hand grabbed his right knuckles firmly. She smiled at him before turning all serious again “Oh gee, really? I thought you guys avoid hitting nice ladies. Guess I must have been mistaken.”

A gentle squeeze with her superstrength and turning slightly towards the right, and Craig felt himself being slowly overpowered, his fist crushed by a force that was akin a bone-crusher. Crying out in pain as she gradually added more of her goddess-like strength, she slowly but surely forced the officer downwards onto his knees. Humiliating him with a casual show of the amount of power and strength that she had in sheer abundance in her young, lithe body.

Anita Blake cried out in an attempt to stop her. “No! Supergirl! STOP! You don’t have to do this! We’re not the enemy!”

“Oh I’ll stop alright if all of you just..Eh?” a couple of bullets hit Kara on various parts of her body, pissing her off even more. They were good shots, as one actually hit her underboob while another pinged away after hitting her right erect nipple. She thought she had shown enough kindness and patience, restraining herself while making an important point. Even when using her superstrength just now, she had been careful not to break any of his fingers, just enough force to get him to yield.

Seems like they have mistaken her kindness and restraint for granted. Just like all those crooks out there that she helped apprehend. This will not do, and she will protect Buzz to the best of her ability. Looks like a show of her true powers till put them in their place.

As more bullets hit and bounce away harmlessly from her invulnerable body, the Girl of Steel replied angrily. “You guys are really testing my patience. Remember, you started this first. Guess I am going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Squinting her eyes and feeling the energy accumulate behind her retina, she unleashed multiple surgical blasts of heat vision across the field to melt away the officers’ weapons, causing them to yelp in pain before dropping then on the ground. Not content, she turned her gaze onto the dry ground, sending all four officers moving and scampering left right and sideways to avoid her searing-hot beams trained at their feet. Finally, a powerful swipe of heat across the cars to explode the tyres, before she cooled down her murderous beams, the remaining tinge of red overlaying her baby blues indicating that more is to come if they didn’t take the big hint.

“That’s enough of a warning. Another shot at me, and I’m going to blow your head off. We’re done talking here. Leave. Now. Or else.”

Anita raised her hand, pulled Hodge back and indicated a slow retreat from the front door. They moved far enough to see the Girl of Steel closing the heavy double-doors to signify the end of the conflict, before all of them breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“Shit. Now what?” Hodges asked.

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“Did you like my response, Buzz? I chased them away, just for you.” Moments later Kara was cooing lovingly into her lover’s ear, letting Gaius a free roam of her body in costume while she sat on his lap. It was a bit of a watershed moment for Gaius given that he now appreciated the kind of mental he held over this Supergirl.

Even if he didn’t verbalise it, his grin communicated his pride and joy of what she had done. For him.

“Well, that was all and good. But…” he purposedly frowned a little, and Kara seemed slightly anxious, pulling back slightly and gazed at him “… you could have been a bit more stern. You know, use your breath and blow them away. Or even blow up their cars with your laser vision. Now THAT might really make them think twice about messing with you.”

The Girl of Steel replied shyly, looking away. “Well… the intent is just to scare them a bit. Like all the others. I just wanted to teach them a lesson. I don’t really want to hurt them, or anyone, and it is very easy to do so with my superpowers…”she then looked up to him again “… but not unless they continue to behave badly towards us, or if they intend to hurt you.” From the way she said it she really does mean it.

He sighed slightly. Guess it will take more time before he really removes the boy scout mentality of his cousin's from her.

“And you won’t let them do that to me now, will you my love?” He smiled again as Kara nodded, her eyes sparkling like a puppy dog having been complimented for a job well done.

“You were shot on your chest, multiple times even. Did it hurt?” Kara laughed at that notion, and even Gaius know that it was an absurd idea, for nothing can ever harm a fully-powered Kryptonian on Earth. But it’s always nice to ask about it, and the Girl of Steel seemed to appreciate his concern, and when she replied there was the tinge of pride. “Of course not, even though I could still feel the pitter patter of those steel jackets. This <S> …” pointing to that famous sign stretched tightly across her chest “literally means ‘Super’ remember? And this girl is super EVERYWHERE, even on the softest part of my body. However” she then gently cupped both of her 34Cs and lifted them up slightly, before leaning forward to look directly into Gaius’ eyes. “I can still feel the gentle tingles reverberating all over my body, my boobs still SOOO sensitive from the little ordeal. Can you please… make it better?”

Buzz’s motions was instantaneous, and Kara’s eyes fluttered close as she moaned pleasurably as he gave her another languid kiss on her neck before moving downwards towards her right breast. Swirling his tongue around her hard, erect nipple sitting atop the wide areola that was so evidently tenting up from her thin costume, he thought she was perpetually turned-on given how they never receded from their earlier make-out session. Her entire body was a very weird sense of contrasts. So soft and sensitive, yet indestructible.

He had observed from afar how the steel battering ram had practically folded against itself before breaking apat when it hit her 6-pack of a dense Kryptonian body. And when those bullets ricocheted away from her boobs that continued to sit high and proud with barely a jiggle, he smiled as he saw her mouth open slightly seemingly in a silent moan, an obvious sign of her arousal. Supergirl had enjoyed the entire short confrontation, where she demonstrated her superiority over their man-made weapons, all useless against her harder-than-steel body.

Looks like using her powers in this way just seem to turn her on, which was a good sign, because he does need all of it to enable his next course of action.

“Love?” He saw Kara opening her eyes at his call, slightly tinged with regret and frustration. “You know, those guys are still outside, and I don’t want them to interrupt our little tryst…”

A quicky twist of her nipple brought a gasp from the Girl of Steel. “Oooh… yes… do you want me to deliver a coup de grace on them outside? Ahh… yes… more…” her eye lashs fluttered when she felt his caresses on both of her superboobs now, the place where her erect nipples are tenting her top is now darken with his saliva coating over a generous area.

“That you can leave it to me, though I will need a little bit of your help to keep them away.” Technically he doesn’t even need to ask give how much they are in the mood already…

“You? Really? If you say so Gaius. Anything for my love. What do you need me to do?”

“Let me love you. Open your body to me, and lend me your strength to stop them.” A big smile appeared on the Last Daughter of Krypton’s face, who readily nodded, her manipulated mind not thinking things through, not bothering even to ask what he meant by that last statement.

She suddenly felt an odd sensation throughout her body when he started chanting the old ancient script that he had memorised by now, a sensation that wasn’t entire unpleasant but a feeling that she couldn’t place. Both his hands held and caressed her firm boobs as if they were trying to milk them despite barely able to make any little dent on her skin, heightening her lust-fueled mind further. She gently stopped him momentarily, before reaching towards the bottom part of her tunic across her ridged abs and rolled them upwards, freeing those superboobs into the warm summer evening air and giving him unfettered access to her warm, strong body.

She grimaced slightly as his hands started pinching her firm erect nubs, before moving her head slightly with his motions, groaning and moaning again sensually as they went back to holding and caressing her the way she loved it. She could practically feel his boner throbbing close to her inner core, and moving quickly under her short red skirt she released the 6-inch Terran cock from its confines, where it sprang free and hit her outer walls just beneath her pubic blonde bush, making her gasp in desire.

She quickly scoot forward and moaned pleasureably when she felt his cockhead pressing gently, sensually at her thick, but very wet Kryptonian gates. A set of gates that despite her desperate desire for him to open them on his own accord, she still retained enough of her own faculties to know it was not to be given his merely Terran strength. The sensation of that erect cockhead resting at her entrance however, touching her so intimately, teasingly… she closed her eyes as the sensation became even stronger, her entire body tingling down there as Gaius’ voice seemed to grow louder by the second.

If she had opened her eyes to observe, she would have seen the blue glow eminating from where their flesh made contact, both underneath her skirt as well as on her boobs and nipples. A glow that seemingly became brighter by the minute, and Gaius Marcus continued siphoning and using her wonderful sun-fueled powers as the source of energy to maintain his spell over the entire grounds, their mutual sexual desires powering and fueling his spell as he sustained the barrier.

A source of energy that seemed endless, given her alien Kryptonian DNA rapidly recharges from her exposure from sunlight readily enough, unlike the other women who were unable to withstand the demands from the spell that fuels his need to partake and use so much energy, too much that that their life expired. Supergirl however, Buzz grinned at that thought, could very well be the game-changer that he needs, by becoming his very own spell-casting power generator. Infinitely, even.

Shame that he couldn’t fuck her in the process, though it is a welcomed development that skin contact is good enough for the spell to work, even if it was one “What If” that he might never be able to do or see. Disregarding the continuous “ohhs and ahhs” of pleasure coming from the mouth of the remarkable young woman, he just continued chanting louder as he made good use of the energy that he is now stealing for his main purpose.