(Continued from this post)
I searched Kara’s apartment for something that could help me take her down further while she sat slumped on her couch, blissfully tranced out. There had to be some trick, some clue here to how I could get her to go deeper, get her to agree to sex acts and eventually total slavery, but right now she was rejecting every suggestion on those lines.
I grinned as I found a box at the top of the closet that might work, labeled “Xmas Decs.” I only needed a couple–I pulled out the Santa hat and the mistletoe, stuck the former on the sleeping Supergirl’s head and hung the latter off a light fixture.
“Kara,” I said. “Open your eyes and stand up.” After she did, I continued, “Kara, you are wearing a Santa hat. Why?”
“You put it on me.”
Hrm. “Why do people wear Christmas hats?”
“Because it’s Christmas?”
“So if you wear a Christmas hat, that must mean it’s Christmas, right?”
“I guess so…”
“And we’re standing under the mistletoe on Christmas, Kara. What does that mean?”
“Hafta… kiss…”
“Good girl,” I said, and kissed her. She wasn’t very responsive, but she didn’t try to stop me. Good… Time for the next step…