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SUPERGIRL'S CAPTURE
BY AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Part One

     The world's mightest girl streaked through the air. She
flew high enough in the atmosphere as not to create any
sonic booms by her flying faster than the speed of sound.
Her unknown enemy had taunted and avoided her for weeks. He
seemed able to get around faster than she could. She was
angry. Not only at her foe for the crimes he has committed,
but also angry at hersel for not being able to stop his
crimes, his abductions. He had always given her clues as to
who he would kidnap next, but she always was unable to
decipher the clues in time and always arrived on the crime
scene too late to save the unfortunate women.
     The mad man was traveling the world at random, and
snatching entrants to the Miss World pagent. It was becoming
fairly clear that unless she stopped the kidnapper, and
soon, there would be no international pagent this year. She
did not approve of beauty contests on principle, but this
was no way of causing a turn about on the way women are
viewd on the Earth. There were certainly saner, more legal
means of protest, if indeed this was a means of protest.
     Supergirl did not think so. The villian was much too
slick for just making a simple political statement. He was
after something bigger.
     But, what?, she asked herself as she streaked through
the air.

     She was headed for Texas. Houston to be precise. The
home of June Wilson, former Miss Texas and current Miss
America. She was next on the 'hit parade', and whe intended
to get to her before he did. Then she was going to hand the
villian his head.
     Seconds later she was over the city, and began to
search with her telescopic vision for Ms Wilson's ranch
house on the south side of the Texan metropolis. She did not
know what the villian looked like, so concentrated on
finding Ms Wilson before he did.
     It was not long before she spotted the house, and
scanned it with her X-ray vision. Ms Wilson was there, but
far from safe. She was lying naked on her bed, and a man was
tying her ankles to her thights. Her arms were already bound
tightly behind her back and there was a large red ball-gag
stuffed in her mouth. The man who was binding her was large,
muscular, and dressed all in black. He was masked, yet for
some reason, Supergirl could not penetrate the disquise. She
determined that the cloth must be permiated somehow with
lead to prevent just such an attempt by her.

     Supergirl dove down towards the house, gaining speed,
and miliseconds later burst through the ceiling of the Ms
Wilson's bedroom, spraying debris over the struggling girl
and her captor, surprising them both. She grabbed the man
and threw him against the wall, slowing down enough so that
she knew he would be knocked out, but not crushed and
killed. Ms Wilson screamed into her gag and thrashing wildly
fell off the bed onto the floor.
     Supergirl turned to see if Ms Wilson was unhurt and
then turned back to unmask her foe. She blinked in disbelief
as she saw that the man was in pieces against the wall where
she had thrown him. There was no blood, only parts of metal
and pieces of plastic. He was an it, an android. His
clothing was laced with lead which prevented her from
determining what he was. Examining the animatron she was
amazed by its sophistication. No one on Earth made such
robots, and she was now more than curious about her foe, and
a little awestruck as well.
     However, Supergirl was interupted by a warning squeal
by Ms Wilson and a low, menacing laugh behind her that made
her spin around in surprise. Before her was the robots
double. How did he...it?...sneak up on her without her
knowing it? There was a look to his impossibly handsome face
that caused her to hesitate. Also, he was not alone.
Flanking him were tow huge dull-black robots. She recognized
the type with dread. They were Klarion Warbots. Where in the
hell did he get those?, she wondered, as he was not a
Klarion. One of those Warbots could flatten a battalion of
front line M1 Abrahms tanks, in seconds. She had never seen
one on this planet, until now. Her cousin Superman and her
had fought one on another planet years ago, The battle
devestated the land on which they fought. The Warbots were
impossibly fast, powerful and loaded with all sorts of nasty
weapons. One was tough, and two would be next to invincible.
     Well, she was determined to give them one hell of a
fight and launched herself at the man who apparently
commanded them, in order to get them out of the room, and
away from the helpless Ms Wilson.
     In shock she found herself alone between the two
Warbots. The man in black was gone, and so was the bound
girl. Before she could react the the very dangerous
situation she found herself in they each took hold of one of
her arms and legs, and using her momentum, threw her through
the wall. She crashed through the length of the house,
bursting through the last wall and was finally stopped by a
huge oak tree. The force of her striking it had caused the
centuries old tree to shatter. She shook her head, stunned
by the speed and strength of her foes. She was in trouble!
The Warbots were easily as strong as she was, and as fast.
They were also standing only yards from her. Supergirl
scrambled onto her feet to counter attact when they both
raised thier right arms and beams of yellowish light emitted
from thier fists and pounded into her, pushing her back for
yards. The shock waves that she was recieving was thrusting
her towards unconsciousness. She knew that if she blacked
out it would be over for her. So, she used the force she was
recieving to her advantage by tunneling underground with the
flow of the energy, and then digging back so that she would
come up behind the Warbots in surprise. She rocketed to the
surface, erupting through the soil behind on of the massive
war machines. she grabbed hold of the robot and soared into
the sky and heaved the Warbot deep into space. It would keep
it out of her hair until she dealt with the other. She knew
she could only handle one at a time. She turned to face the
second Warbot, streaking down towards the battle site. She
was going to dive on it and force it deep into the ground,
but noticed with shock that it was no longer there. She
quickly scanned the area with her telescopic and X-ray
vision, but the only thing she saw was the destroyed
townhouse and the shattered tree.
     How did they do that?, she wondered. Must be some sort
of cloaking device, she thought. As she landed on the ground
to look around for clues as to where her foes had went to.
They seemed to had escaped.
     She was wrong. Again she heard that strange laugh
behind her, and turned just in time to duck below the blow
of the Warbot that would have probably taken her head off if
it had connected. Well, she was no lightweight herself, and
threw a series of jack-hammer blows to the robots torso that
would have torn through a battleship. She barely dented the
alien metal. What are these things made of?  The Warbot
responded by grabbing her in a huge bearhug and then
shocking her with thousands of volts of electricity. Her
hair stood on end and a strangled scream of pain was forced
from her throat. She blasted at the Warbots face with the
full force of her heat vision until its head was white hot,
then, taking both her fists together, ignoring the pain of
it's crushing embrace, knocked its head off in a shower of
sparks. The Warbot made a few strange sounds, released her,
and fell to the ground.
     She had beaten it. but she was hurting and the first
would soom make it's way back at any moment. In fact, she
heard the sonic boom of it's descent on her with the speed
and accuracy of an ICBM. Supergirl only had time to turn
into the attack when it struck her with the force of a atom
bomb, driving her deep into the ground. The finally slowed
and she was able to get her feet between her and the Warbot
and pushed it off of her, sending it out of the ground and
high into the air. It landed onto a dump truck parked half a
mile away, completely crushing it. She climbed out of the
hole to find the Warbot back waiting for her. A cavity in
it's chest opened up and out streaked four missiles towards
her like lightning. She launched herself into the sky and
desperatly tried to aviod thier relentless pursuit. But, to
no avail. They struck her all at the same time, and the sky
was shook with explosions on the par of a nuclear explosion.
From the smoke, miles above the earth, Supergirl fell like a
stone. She was barely conscious from the explosions and
moaned to herself when she saw the Warbot flying towards her
to off. Things looked grim. She needed time to clear her
senses, and it was all too obvious that time was one luxury
that she did not have.
     The Warbot reached her in a second and grabbed her
arms, pinning them to her sides, and arresting her fall.
Supergirl was helpless in its grasp. She could not break
free from it's monstrous grip. She just did not have the
strengh...yet. Supergirl decided to let it give her a free
ride to where ever it was taking her so that she could catch
her breath and regain her strength.
     They landed again at the Wilson ranch, which was now
all but totally destroyed. The man in black was waiting for
them, laughing. She stood facing him, held in the
unbreakable grasp of the Warbot. He stopped laughing and
walked over to her so that they were face to face. There was
an aura of sheer menace and power about him that frightened
her. He nodded his head and once again electricity flowed
through her body as well as concussion waves from it's
hands. Supergirl had taken too much punishment in too soon a
time from the battle for her to take any more and she
gratefully passed out.


Part Two

     Supergirl regained consciousness lying on the floor of
what appeared to be a bery large, and deserted, warehouse.
The walls were lined with lead, preventing her from
examining her surroundings with her X-ray vision. She
painfully stood up and tried to burn away the lead with her
heat vision. However, that was met with failure. The walls
must of also been treated with some sort of  heat resistant
coating that diffused the even the high temperatures that
she could generate. She looked around herself. There was
obviously more to this place than just a simple storehouse.
There appreared to be no doors, which meant they had to be
concealed. Of course, there were no windows. She stode to
one of the walls and threw a might punch. She was not very
surprised to discover that all she did was slightly mar the
metal. The walls seemed to be made of the same material as
were the Klarion Warbots. This was all very strange to her.
She was trapped, with no idea where she was. It was not a
good feeling for her. She just had to wait and see what the
man in black had in store for her.

     Supergirl did not have long to wait. A doorway appeared
out of nowhere in one wall and into the vast room strode the
villain. His handsome face cracked with a devilish smile,
which did not touch his eyes. The man was very confidant and
radiated a eerie charisma. Supergirl had to shake her head
to dispell the effect of his gaze on her. He stopped before
her and calmly looked her up and down, in a way that she did
not like, with a very disturbing sense of interest.

     "Greetings, Supergirl. It is about time that we finally
meet." His voice was deep and clear, like what a lion would
sound like if it could talk.
     "Who are you?" Supergirl demanded. It was time to find
out who this guy really was, and what his plans were. She
defiantly placed her hands on her hips and glowered with
menace at him.
     "I am known to many simply as Slaver, woman." His voice
was not load, but it seemed to fill the room.
     "What do you want, Slaver?" she spat, though she
believed that she already knew the answer.
     "As to what I want, I thought that it would be evident
to you with your superior Kryptonian intellect."
     "Well, it's not, creep! So, why don't you educate me?"
     "Oh, don't worry about that, my pretty," Slaver replied
with a smile, "I do very much intend on 'educating' you. You
see, my dear, I am a mercenary. A very good one, at that. I
hire out my services to the highest bidder, and I get many
bids. Currently, I am working for a certain interplanetary
consortium that has a high interest in beautiful Terran
females."
     "Interplanetary....Terran females...? What the hell is
this all about? You mean you are kidnapping beauty queens to
sell to aliens?!? You will never get away with it!"
     "Oh, but I will, Supergirl. In fact, I already have. I
have been doing this sort of thing for years. You have only
now become aware of my activities because I wanted you to.
My activities are never tied to me, and no one on your
planet even knows of my existance. But, I wanted you, so I
became a bit more...visible." Slaver laughed at his own
joke, which Supergirl did not find amusing.
     "If you think that you are going to sell me as a slave
you got another thing coming, buster! I am no man's
property! I am certainly not going to stand still and let
you sell those other girls to your perverted, alien clients,
either!", she shouted with clench fists. Her display only
made Slaver laugh louder.
     "My dear child," he chortled, "YOU are an alien to this
planet, are you not? As to 'perverted', that is only your
opinion. I do not care what my clients do with the girls I
supply them with, as long as I get paid. And, I get paid
very, very well for what I do, woman. Earth girls fetch very
high prices on the interplanetary slave market. Especially
trained slave-girls. I also supply my clients with proper
training of the girls to suit ther own individual tastes."
He smiled at her and again slowly ran his eyes up over her
body, like a slimy hand.
     "But, that is not why I am really here," he continued.
Supergirl did not interrupt, as she wanted him to spill his
plans like every villain before him, to reveal to her a
chink in his armor that she could use to defeat him.
     "You see Supergirl, you are a rarity. There are so few
of your species left in the universe. And, as you are not
breeding to increase your racial stock, your race is headed
for extinction. I seek to prevent that."
     "Why? What does it matter to you? As to mine and my
cousin's practices and beliefs, they are of no one's
concern." She could not believe her ears. Slaver was mad.
There was no way that he could possibly get her and Kal-El
to mate, no matter what the reason.
     "Also, if you are implying what I think that you are,
you will find Superman a whole lot tougher than me.!"
     "No doubt. But, I have no need of Superman. I have you.
That is all I need."
     "Forget it, Slaver. I was cloned before, and that did
not work, either."
     "You are not to be cloned, Supergirl. You are to be
bred." he replied quietly, with certaintly.
     "You're crazy, Slaver. I am not going to be part of
your breeding stock, no matter what you say or do. My body
is my own, to do with as I please."
     "You are so naive," he laughed. "It is almost
refreshing. Consider your predicament, Supergirl. You are my
prisoner, standing before me, completly under my power and
control, and yet you insist that your body is your own. My
dear girl, you are so wrong." , he said as his smile left
his face and his eyes held nothing but surity, "your body is
MINE!"
     Supergirl stood in shock at his audacity. Slaver WAS
mad. But, she needed more.
     "There is still my mind and my soul, Slaver, and no
matter what you do to me, those will always be my own. You
can never have those."
     "Nor do I intend to. You will give me those of your own
free will."

     Supergirl did not know what to say to Slaver. It was no
use arguing with the mad-man, as it would only make her
angry. And anger is what caused mistakes. And if her mind
was clouded with emotion she would not be able to think
clear enough to defeat him. As to his reference to breeding
her, Supergirl dismissed it as just being the ravings of
insanity. She could only be bred with another Kryptonian,
and there were only two left, herself included. So, breeding
her was a moot point, she thought, since it would have to be
Superman with which she would have to be bred with. And, if
Slaver attempted to contact Superman for such a purpose, he
would only be defeating himself. However, Supergirl did not
believe Slaver was that stupid. Crazy for certain, but not
stupid.
     "You must think that I am pretty stupid, Slaver," she
said with venom. "You are not looking at me as breeding
stock, because that is simply impossible because of my race.
You see me only as another trophy to add to your collection
of kidnapped women."
     "Supergirl, ask yourself how much money you could bring
me. Can you imagine what one of your old enemies would pay
to have you in thier control. Or, how much they would pay me
to simply kill you? I am a very rich man now, Supergirl, but
compared to what I could possibly make by marketing your
fate, my present riches are but a drop in the bucket."
     Slaver's questions hung above Supergirl like a
guillotine about to fall. It was all starting to come
together for her. It was apparent that Slaver was not going
to kill her. Not yet, at any rate. If he was going to kill
her he could have done it right after his Warbots defeated
her and she was helpless in thier control. No, he wanted her
for something else, and she did not believe it was for
breeding.
     Perhaps he had made a deal with one of her old enemies.
He struck her as being too greedy for such a selfish motive
as to keep her as his own personal slave. There was not way
that she would allow that at any rate. He would have to kill
her before she allowed him to use her body, as a slave, or a
breeder, or whatever. She had had enough.
     "I'll be your slave over my dead body," she snarled.
With those words Supergirl launched herself at Slaver. He
was about to learn that she was NOT his prisoner, and that
she was far from helpless. She crashed into him with the
sound of thunder. Slaver was only forced by a step. She was
stunned both by his power and by the impact. He then gave
her a dispassionate back hand blow which sent her flying
into the far wall. She did not let her dismay at his
strength deter her assault and launced a fast flying kick to
his head that would have crushed an obsidian boulder. She
did not hold back as she would have with a lesser foe, for
she sensed that he was easily her match in strength, if not
stronger. Slaver mearly reached up and easily caught her
foot in a vise-like grip, stopping her in mid-air. With his
other hand he took hold of her bare thigh, suspending her in
the air before him, and then drove his knee into her stomach
before she could react, knocking the breath from her lungs.
As she gasped for breath, he drove her face first into the
floor. He then calmly stepped bach from Supergirl's
motionless form and laughed.
Supergirl painfully rolled onto her side to face Slaver, and
stared at him with disbelief. He was impossibly strong and
quick. If she did not know better, she would have sworn that
he was Kryptonian. But, she knew that was impossible. What
is he?!?
     "My dear girl," Slaver said to the helpless girl at his
feet, "I do not want to kill you, though you know now that I
could if I so wanted. No, I want you for something else.
And, now that I have you I am not going to let you go. You
will not escape me, or the fate that I have in store for
you. And now, with this lesson learned, it is time for you
to go to sleep." Saying that, Slaver pulled a small black
box from his belt and pointed it at the Maid of Steel. She
tried to roll to avoid what was coming but Slaver was too
quick. A pulsating blue beam emitted from the hand-held box
surrounding her with an explosion of light, paralyzing her.
Impossibly intense pain set fire to her nerves and she
slipped thankfully into unconsciousness.

Part Three

     When Supergirl finally awake, many hours later, she
found herself once again lying on the floor. This time she
was bound. Tight. Her wrists were tied together behind her
back and and elbows wre bound painfully together. Her knees
were roped as were her ankles, which were connected to her
bound wrists with another rope.
     Supergirl smirked to herself at the insanity of someone
actually thinking that rope could hold her and tensed her
muscles to snap the cord. Nothing happened, except for the
ropes holding her to tighten. Again and again she struggled
against her bondage with the same results, the ropes only
dug themselves deeper into her flesh.
     She was helpless. There was no way that she was going
to snap apart the ropes holding her. Supergirl finally laid
still and took in her situation. She obviously was not going
to break free of her bonds. She wondered what the restraints
were made of, because ordinarily she could snap anchor chain
as if it were thread. Supergirl moved slowly and discovered
that moving slow did not tighten the ropes. She rolled over
onto her side to take in her surroundings.
     She was in a room different from the one in which she
encountered Slaver, and was defeated so easily by him. The
room was very clean and spartan. The walls and floor were
steel and it was small enough to easily be a prison cell,
which she supposed it was. Through the floor she felt a
slow, steady throbbintg which she immediatly recognized as
deep-space warp drive engines. She was in a space ship.
Slaver had taken her to his ship and was now taking her
to...where? And, she was helpless to stop him. The room had
no apparant portals, just like the last room.
     Then, it suddenly struck her. She felt PAIN!! The ropes
binding her hurt. But, that was impossible. She was
invulnerable to pain. She was Kryptonian. She was Supergirl!
Something was very, very wrong here.
     She decided to test her powers by using her X-ray
vision to see if she could look through the walls of her
cell to discover where in space they were.
     Nothing. But, whether this had to do with her apparent
lack of powers, or with the walls being lined with lead she
did not know. Supergirl then decided to use her heat vision,
to melt a hole in the wall. Again, she was met with failure.
     That clinched it for the Girl of Steel. Somehow Slaver
had stripped her of her super strength and powers. She
literally WAS helpless! She HAD to escape this cell and
again struggled hard against her bonds. Her fight against
the ropes only brought her pain, and failure.

     All this meant that somehow Slaver had cut her off from
the influence of the Earth's sun, the yellow star Sol.
Whether this had do do with her cell, or with the ship now
being in the range of a red or blue star, she did not know.
Supergirl guessed the later, primarily because of the blue
beam that Slaver had used before to render her unconscious.
     Supergirl wondered what Slaver had in store for her.
She had never felt so helpless or alone. She knew that right
now Slaver could do anything to her, and she was powerless
to stop him. She was vulnurable to pain and that frightened
her.
     Slaver had done his job well. He was obviously an
expert at making a girl helpless. She noticed that the ropes
binding her where of a material that she had never seen
before. They were light, flexible, and entirely unbreakable.
She again test the bonds that so expertly bound her limbs.
She was tied in such a way that the ropes would not cut off
her circulation, but would tighten if she moved the wrong
way. The ropes were not made, or laced with kryptonite, as
she did not feel any of the sickening influence of
kryptonite poisioning. In a small way she was thankful for
that.

     Supergirl then remembered why she was there. June
Wilson. She wondered what had happened to her since that
battle in the bedroom where Ms Wilson had disappeared. Did
Slaver have her tied up and helpless like she was, along
with other Earth beauty queens? With Slaver that seemed to
be the likely choice. It seemed to her that Slaver kidnapped
the beauty queens for his other clients, and Supergirl for
himself.
     She did not have any more time to ponder her and Ms
Wilson's fate because right then a portal appeared in a wall
of her cell and a strange creature entered.
     The being was humanoid, and had light yellow skin and
obsidian black orbs for eyes. It was wearing a uniform
similar to Slaver's except that it was entirely red in
color, where as Slaver's was black. On his left shoulder was
an emblem of a woman. Supergirl was shocked to see that the
woman was kneeling naked and with her wrists chained behind
her.
     "Who are you?" Supergirl asked, more in curiousity than
in fear. The being glided across the room to the only piece
of furniture in the cell, a small cot built into one wall
and flowed onto it. Supergirl was amazed at the grace with
which the alien moved. It was strangely beautiful and she
could not keep herself from staring at him. She was answered
with a gentle voice that flowed as he did, smooth as silk.
     "I am called Ballus. I am, what Terran's would call,
Slaver's Major Domo."
     "You are a Trull!" Supergirl exclaimed as she suddenly
recognized his racial characteristics. She had never seen
one before, but her cousin Superman had described them to
her, after encountering them on one of his deep-space
missions.
     "That is correct, Supergirl," Ballus responded. His
voice was gentle, but penetrating and Supergirl deduced that
Ballus was telepathic. Superman had told her that many
Trulls exibited psychic abilities.
     "It is true that I am a telepath," he responded to her
mental observation, to Supergirl's surprise.
"But, you do not have to worry about me causing you mental
havoc. With non-psychics, such as yourself, I prefer to
communicated on a level that you are accustomed to."
     Supergirl did not know how to react to this revelation.
It actually seemed that Ballus was not an actual threat to
her. It was hard to tell, but Supergirl knew that she was
under intense scrutiny from the Trull, though it was hard to
tell what those pitch-black eyes of his were looking at.
     "You are very beautiful, Supergirl," Ballus remarked,
"Slaver was quite correct in his physical evaluation of you.
You have all the qualities that we look for in a high-
quality slave."
     Supergirl was instantly on her guard. Ballus was
regarding her as a slave, just as Slaver had. She wondered
just where the Trull fit into the scheme of things in her
captivity.
     "What do you want with me?" she asked, moving her bound
body into a semi-upright position so that she could face the
Trull.
     "I, myself, want nothing from you, Kryptonian. It is
what Slaver wants that you should concern yourself with. I
am merely a scientist that Slaver trusts and depends on to
handle his day-to-day operations. Nothing happens concerning
Slaver and his business that I do not know about...except
for you. I will be honest with you and say that I do not
know what his plans for you are. Many options have been
stated, but nothing difinitive has been decided upon, as far
as I have been told."
     Ballus gave a Trull version of a frown and continued,
"I am very glad that you are bound and helpless, Supergirl.
Your reputation proceeds you. You are very much a threat to
Slaver, and thus to me. And, if I had any say in the matter
I would terminate you here and now. But, I do not have any
say in the matter of your fate, and must obey Slaver."
     Ballus made a small gesture and the rope binding her
ankles and legs fell away from her. Supergirl's eyes widened
as she watched the rope, like a couple of obidiant snakes,
slither over to Ballus to coil up at his feet. He reached
down, picked them up, and placed them in a small pouch
attached to his uniform belt.
     "I have freed your legs so that you can move about and
get some exercise. I will not remove the rest of your
bondage. You may stand if you wish Supergirl, but I must
warn you from making any hostile moves towards me, or any
attempts to escape. The consequences of any such action will
be swift and quite painful, I assure you."
     Supergirl sat up slowly onto her heels. She was not
going to take any chances with the Trull, escpecially since
she was powerless at the moment. The thing she needed at
this point was information, and Ballus seemed willing to
give her any information she wished...she hoped.
     "Where are we?" she asked, looking about her, examing
her cell.
     "We are aboard Slaver's starship the "Klarion Rebel","
he responded, "and that is all you need to know."
     "What is our destination?"
     "To Klarion, of course," Ballus responded easily.
Supergirl's heart sank. Klarion. Home of a fierce and
sadistic warrior race. Makers of the dread Warbots. A planet
circling a blue star. She would be absolutly powerless
there.
     "We are transporting a hold full of Earth girls to
Klarion," Ballus continued, unafraid of giving Supergirl any
information that he was directly told not to. "They, and
you, will be trained as slaves, in route. That way they can
go directly to the auction block once we arrive. I am do not
know if you are to be sold as well, but as I have said, you
will be trained as a slave."
     Supergirl shot to her feet. Ballus remained seated, and
calm.
     "A slave!?! You tell your master that I will be no
one's slave," Supergirl spat at the Trull. "I would rather
be dead!"
     "A wish shared by thousands, I assure you, Supergirl.
You certainly do not lack for enemies. Many of them would
love to have you in thier power, either to kill or to
leash." Ballus fixed her with his gaze and continued.
"Perhaps I will kill you, Supergirl. I could make an
enormous fortune and buy out Slaver."
     "Then why don't you, Ballus? After all, there is no
profit form you with me being alive. Like you said, I am a
threat to you. In fact, I don't believe that Slaver will
sell me. I am too much a threat to be handled that way.
Slaver knows this. I am not, will not and cannot be sold as
a slave for the simple fact that while I am alive I am a
threat to Slaver, to you, and to whoever 'owns' me."
     "Perhaps, Supergirl. Then again, perhaps not. Who knows
what goes through the mind of Slaver?" Ballus stood up and
looked down at her. "But, know this Supergirl. You are in no
place to make any decisions regarding your fate. You are
Slaver's captive, destined to be a slave. No one has ever
escaped Slaver in over a hundred years. No one. You will not
escape, either."
     Ballus' revelations surprised Supergirl. A hundred
years? How old was Slaver?
     Ballus motioned Supergirl rise to her feet. Supergirl
did so, still surprised about Slaver.
     "Follow me," he said and turned towards a doorway
whiched irised open in the wall at his gesture. Supergirl,
her arms bound tightly behind her followed Ballus out into a
corridor, curious and quite apprehensive as to what lay in
store for her.

     Supergirl followed the gliding form of the Trull as he
led her through a maze of corridors that made the starship.
She could sense that the ship was huge, easily over a mile
in length. The ship swarmed with activity. Everyone they
met, human or otherwise, were all attired in the same type
of uniform, though there were of different colors, which
apparently had to do with which department the wearer
belonged to.  The only exception to this were the various
robots they passed occassionaly, including the giant Klarion
Warbots.
     No one acknowledged them verbally, though it was very
apparent that Ballus was very important on the ship, as
everyone they met acknowledged him with a bow or a salute.
Supergirl did receive a few glances, but was ignored to the
most part.
     They finally came to a corridor which appeared to be
thier destination, since there were no other terminals, only
a doorway at it's end. It was also heavily guarded with a
squadron of Warbots which flanked the hallway. It was
obviously a very important area that Supergirl was being
taken to. Ballus stopped at the doorway and rested his hand
against a glass plate set into the wall. A beam of light
went up and down behind the glass as Ballus' palm was read.
A green light came on as his identity was confirmed and the
door silently slid open. Inside was Slaver. Supergirl
entered his private quarters and office behind Ballus.
     Slaver was sitting behind a large beautiful desk, made
of black onyx, waiting for them. Ballus motioned Supergirl
forward until she was standing ten feet from Slaver. Slaver,
of course, was dressed all in black, and looked imposing,
even sitting behind a desk.
     "Thank you, Ballus", Slaver said, "that will be all for
now". Dismissed, the Trull bowed and glided from the room,
the door sliding shut behind him, leaving Supergirl alone
with Slaver. With Ballus gone Supergirl felt very alone. For
some reason, she appreciated the Trull's calming influence.

     "Kneel," Slaver commanded in an even voice, as if
talking to a dog. Supergirl did not move and remained
standing, holding her head high, glaring with defiance at
Slaver. She would not give Slaver any satisfaction of
obediance. There was no denying that she was afraid  of him.
Slaver was more powerful than she when she did have her
super-strength. But, she was still Supergirl, even without
her powers, and she would never submit to anyone.
     Slaver's face betrayed no emotion. Only his eyes
portrayed that she had over-stepped herself with him.
     "You still defy me," he rumbled, "even now when you
know that you are powerless before me. Good. I did not want
you to break so easily. I do enjoy an occassional challenge.
But, I will tolerate no disobediance. Even from you." With
that Slaver depressed a button in a console bult into his
desk. Instantly, Supergirl's bonds tightened, causing her to
gasp in pain, and her body was struck with a gravitational
beam that increased her weight until she could no longer
hold herself upright. Supergirl collapsed onto her knees
gasping. Slaver released the button and her torment ended.
     "That is much better, Supergirl. You WILL obey me.
Instantly and without question. Your punishments for your
insolence will only get worse if you continue to defy me."
     "Screw you!", she shouted and she started to get her
feet under her in order to stand again. Slaver only pressed
another button on his desk, this one causing a red beam of
light to shoot down from over her head, enveloping her body
in it's eerie light. Pain washed through Supergirl's body,
causing her to fall to her side and writhe in agony as every
nerve in her body was set ablaze. Spasm after spasm wracked
Supergirl's body, causing her to cry out. After what seemed
like hours Slaver discontinued her punishment. Supergirl
collapsed supine on the floor, gasping and trying to catch
her breath.
     "My dear, I did not have Ballus bring you in her so
that I would have to punish you. I only wanted to speak with
you. But, if you insist on being belligerent, you will
continue to experience pain that you never before thought
possible." Slaver stood and walked around his massive desk
to stand over the distress heroine and looked down at the
bound and shaking Supergirl at his feet.
     Slaver smiled to himself. He had waited many years for
this moment, ever since he had discovered Supergirl's
existance on Earth and he had learned what she was. He was
very attracted to the blonde super-heroine, for many
reasons. But, he was a professional and he would not allow
his personal feelings for her get in the way of what needed
to be done. Supergirl was to be a slave. He would see to it
that she received the proper training. Occassionally that
also meant punishment.
     "Are you going to behave, Supergirl? Believe me, I do
not enjoy punishing you, but I will do so if you continue to
be belligerent."
     Supergirl had no choice at the time but to behave. Her
body had betrayed her because of the punishment that she had
recieved. She still could not speak, so she only nodded her
head in defeat that she would be good. At least, until she
got her strength back.
     "Excellent!" Slaver laughed. "Now, get up onto your
knees, girl." He said as he turned from her and went back to
seat himself behind his desk. Supergirl struggled to her
knees. It was hard for her because she wanted to us her
hands to help herself up, but that was impossible as her
arms were bound painfully behind her. She still recalled how
easily he had subdued her and the pain that she had just
experienced from refusing to kneel earlier. She would bid
her time with her obediance until she overcame her
powerlessness, and even though it went against all she
believed in, she would obey him. But, that did not mean that
she would give up.
     "What have you done with Miss Wilson and the others?"
she asked, kneeling before Slaver's desk, "Where are they?"
     "They are elsewhere on the ship undergoing training."
     "Training for what?"
     "Slave training, of course. I thought that you knew
that. They must be made into proper slaves before we reach
our destination. You do not just throw an uninitiated girl
into the slave market, there are many things that she must
learn first. Also, many of the girls in my hold right now
are custom ordered, so to speak, and thier prospective
masters have different, and very specific tastes which must
be taken into account. That takes additional training as
well. AS for the ones that are just going on the general
market, trained girls always bring much higher prices than
do girls brought in 'off the street'. It is a time-consuming
process, but the trip we are on takes twelve days, Earth
time, to get there, even using our space/time warp engines.
So, there is plenty of time to see to it that the girls get
the proper insturction on how to be good, little slaves."
     "How many girls are there, Slaver?"
     "Over 500."
     Supergirl was stunned by the large number. Obviously,
Slaver wasn't just kidnapping beauty pagent contestants. She
knew that she had to devise a way to defeat Slaver's plans
before they entered the Klarion system where, with its blue
sun, she would be entirely powerless. That gave her about
ten days to devise a way to escape. She hoped that she would
find a way, since there was no way for rescue from an
outside sourse while the ship was in hyperspace.
     "What about me, Slaver?" she asked, though she believed
that she already knew the answer to her own question.
     "You, my dear, are also going to be trained as a slave.
By me, personally. In fact, your training has already
begun," Slaver answered, looking down at the helpless
Supergirl.
     "You are very beautiful, Supergirl," he continued. "I
will enjoy binding you and bending you to my will. You will
have no self, save to serve and obey me. You will cry out,
and beg for me to satisfy those physical urges that I will
bring out of you. You will be subject to my every whim and
desire. And, if you ever disobey me, even in the smallest
way, you will be punished immediatly until you, screaming in
agony, will beg me to stop the torment. You WILL be my
slave, Supergirl."
     Supergirl was mortified by Slaver's words. He intended
to make her his slave. Not one of any of the villians she
had faced in the past had ever dared to make such a
ridiculous claim. But, from Slaver it brought out of her not
anger at his cockiness, but fear, because she knew that he
could very well do what he claimed. He had the power over
her, his strength and will was overpowering to her.
Supergirl could not stop Slaver from putting her through the
rigors of his slave training. She only hoped that she would
be able to keep her self-control, not to break and just give
in to him. She knew that it would be very hard on, and for,
her. She was kneeling, in bondage, before a man who had
proved himself to be her physical superior, even when she
had all of her powers. Now she was millions, if not billions
of miles from Earth, with no help in sight. Supergirl knew
that things were only going to get worse for her.
     "Now, Supergirl. As I have said, your training has
already begun, so I will lay down a few ground rules before
we go any further." Slaver leaned forward in his seat and
fixed Supergirl with an icy stare.
     "You will not speak to anyone, unless I, or Ballus, so
direct you. Also, You will kneel when you are in my
presence, unless you are not physically able to do so
because of your training. In fact, you will kneel in the
presence of any male member of my crew, unless otherwise
directed by me, or Ballus. When you are commanded, directed,
or required to speak, you will be polite, subserviant, and
will say no maore than is requred of you. Lastly, you will
from this point on, adress me as 'Master' and Ballus, or any
other male crew member as 'Sir'. Now, that is not alot,
Supergirl. Very simple rules. Of course, any command given
to you by me, Ballus, or my crew will be obeyed instantly
and to the VERY best of your ability. There is, nor will
there ever be, any negotiation on these rules. It is simply
obey, or be punished. I will not insult you by asking if you
understand. You have no choice in this matter."
     Supergirl was in mental shock and wanted badly to
scream at Slaver and rip him apart. But, she was powerless
and helpless and knew that Slaver could easily defeat her in
physical combat. So, she decided to bid her time, to play
along with Slaver's little game until she could find a way
to escape.
     As it stood now, Supergirl knew that her best chance
was to discover where the ship's shuttle craft were kept,
steal one, and fly to a system with a yellow star, where her
powers would return. How she would rescue the other 500
girls, she did not know, as such a large number would be
impossible to rescue successfully. Supergirl did not have
any idea where the auxillary craft where kept, so she would
obey Slaver's mad commands. If she could fool him into
thinking that she had given in to him, he would grow
careless with her, giving her a chance to carry out her
plan. Also, it would be much less painful for her to remain
docile and to follow his orders, no matter how much it
angered her. She was not used to being vulnerable and she
hated the feeling. She had to be very careful not to
antagonize Slaver into punishing her. As he said, it would
only get worse.
     Slaver got up and walked around his desk and approached
the bound super-heronine that kneeled before him. In his
hand was what Supergirl recognized as a collar. A slave
collar. Her slave collar. It was made of a thin and pliable
metal material that was very soft and flexible, but also
very unbreakable. Slaver placed the collar around
Supergirl's neck where it instantly sealed, locking itself
around the her throat. Supergirl had never felt so
humiliated, collared like an animal.
     "It is called an 'Obediance Collar', Supergirl. I
invented it myself. You will, sooner or later, learn of it's
many functions. I sincerely hope for your sake that it will
be later," he said, stepping back to tae in how she looked.
     Slaver almost gasped. Supergirl was fantastically
beautiful kneeling collared before him. It was a dream come
true.
     Supergirl, in her humiliation, lost her resolve not to
antagonize Slaver. She was furious at this treatment of her.
     "You fucking pig!!" she spat, rising to her feet to at
least kick the stuffing out of him. She may not have the
strength to hurt him, but she did still have the skills
taught to her by her cousin and many other martial arts
masters of the galaxy. Slaver merely shook his head, and
pushed a button on his wristband regretfully. Supergirl was
instantly paralyzed and fell back onto the floor where she
writhed in agony as wave of fire raced up and down her body
from the collar. She could not escape the searing pain, her
body arched and spasmed of it's own accord. She could not
speak, which saved her from the further humiliation of
begging Slaver to end her torture.
     After what seemed a lifetime, but was only seconds,
Slaver stopped her punishment. She laid on her bound arms
and panted, trying to catch her breath.
     "I did not give you leave to speak, Supergirl" Slaver
said patiently. "Now, you have begun to learn what your
collar can do. Hopefully, the promise of new pain will deter
you from further outbursts. However, you still are to be
punished for your disobediance."
     Supergirl was astonished. Was he saying that that was
not her punishment? That there would be more??
     Slaver continued, "For speaking without permission you
will recieve five lashes from the Neuro-Whip. For rising to
your feet without my permission you will recieve five
lashes, and for attempting to attack me you recieve an
additional ten lashes."
     "The Neuro-Whip is an amazing thing", he said as he
opened a drawer in his desk to retrieve the whip. "Imagine
the pain that you just felt, multiplied a hundred-fold. The
whip can rend cloth, but it will leave no maks on the
flesh."
     Slaver looked down at the girl moaning at his feet.
Yes, he was going to enjoy making her his slave, but he
would not enjoy whipping her. However, she had to be taught
a lesson, and he was going to be her teacher. She was his
greatest challenge, and he knew that breaking her would not
be easy. Not for him, nor for her. But then, the best things
in life never were easy.
     "Stand up," he commanded. Supergirl laid motionless for
a second, trying to regain her strength, than slowly raised
herself onto her knees, than shakily onto her feet. She did
not dare disobey him. She did not know what Slaver was
capable of, but knew that any ordeal that he put her through
like the last would be sheer hell.
     Supergirl did nothing but stare at Slaver's desk as he
slowly walked around her, examining her lean, muscular, and
yet feminine body. She wondered if he would rape her at some
point. She tried to keep from thinking of it as even being a
remote possibility, but from the look on Slaver's face, her
rape seemed almost a certainty. No one, not even the most
base villain, had ever even threatened her sexually. They
had only tried to kill her before. She did not know what to
think about it. However, there was no way that she would
willingly submit her body for Slaver's pleasure. But,
considering the collar that she now wore it really did not
matter whether she had any choice in the matter or not. She
just hoped that she was wrong about the rape. After all, he
had not yet touched her intimatly, or even stripped her of
her costume, or threatened her with rape. But, she also knew
that it was only a matter of time before he did.
     Slaver untied Supergirl's arms that had been bound
behind her back, only to retie her wrist together in front
of her. He did it so fast and smoothly that she had no hint
that her arms were being freed until she was bound again.
The rope was neat, smooth and tight around her wrists.
Supergirl glanced at them and gave a tenative tug. There was
no give what so ever.
     Slaver then walked to his desk and pressed a botton on
the console and a hook, attached to a thin but very strong
cable dropped down from the ceiling over her head. Somehow
it seemed to know right were to go and the hook
automatically connected with the bonds holding her wrists
together and snapped shut, locking itself there. Supergirl
knew with dread what was coming next.
     Slaver pressed another button and the hook rose,
lifting Supergirl's arms abover her head and continuing
upwards until she rose off the floor. Slaver did not stop
her upward movement until her toes were a foot off of the
ground. The cable had a deliberate twist in it and the
suspended Supergirl slowly revolved helplessly before
Slaver. She could see Slaver watch her with interest, and
shuddered when she saw him wet his lips, like a wolf would
before it ate the lamb. Supergirl winced at the pain in her
wrists and shoulders, which seemed much worse than it
actually was because of her unfamiliarity with pain because
of her former invulnerabilities.
     "What...are...you...going...to...do...to...me...?" she
gasped, finally finding her voice.
     "I thought that that was apparant, Supergirl. I had
just said that you are to be whipped, and that is what I am
going to do to you. My, you are beautiful hanging there like
that. Suspension has a way of defining a woman's beauty that
is unparrelled," Slaver observed, smiling.
     Supergirl gave no response, but continued to slowly
twirl before him. She was going to be whipped, and she knew
that it was going to be bad. The pain that she was
experiencing right now was bad enough as it was. She knew
that she had very little resistance to pain because of its
unfamiliarity and her vulnerability brought about by her
loss of her super powers. It was like a person coming out of
a deep black cave after twenty years into the bright noon
time sun. It was agonizing. She wondered what the whipping
would be like, and knew that she really did not want to find
out, but that she did not have any choice in the matter. She
had defied Slaver and now she was going to pay the price.
     There was nothing that Supergirl could do but hang
there by her bound wrists, suspended helplessly before
Slaver, and wait for him to begin. Her slavery now seemed
all too real. Supergirl tossed her head back and moaned,
waiting for the first lash to land.



