“So,” said Kara number… god, I’ve lost count at this point. 27? 28?

Anyway. “So,” said the latest Kara, “mind control powers, huh? The Injustice League could certainly use someone like that, really cement our control of this world. The Martian Mindtaker and Dominatrix’ magic lasso can only do so much.”

I laughed. “I’m not here to join your little team. I’m just stopping for a visit, figured it might be fun to see what fucking an evil Supergirl is like.”

It was Kara’s turn to laugh. “What makes you think that’s happening, little man? I could snap you in half before you could blink.”

“True,” I agreed. “But thing is, you’re not a hero, are you? You haven’t spent your entire career holding back, practicing self-control, trying not to hurt anyone. You’ve got no practice in denying what you want… and over the course of this conversation you’ve been realizing how much you want me.”

“Well…” she admitted. “Okay. One quick fuck. But then you join us or die, those are the options.”

“Sure, sure,” I agreed, rapidly setting up option three…

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Thoroughly besotted with her younger counterpart, Power Girl knew she should focus on fighting me, but just found it so hard to concentrate while the younger Kara deployed the expert knowledge only someone who’d lived in her body could possess.

While that happened, I worked on whittling down her disgust and resistance toward me. I was the one who brought the two Karas together, after all, wasn’t I? She should appreciate what I did. Love what I did. Love what I do.

Before long, I had her where I wanted her, where she belonged–in my bed, happy and eager to please.

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Between one blink and the next, Power Girl crossed most of the distance between us. She could have crossed more, could have knocked me out or killed me before I could react–but fortunately, I wasn’t alone. I’d brought one of my pet Supergirls.

The two Kryptonians collided with enough force to shatter every window in the place and knock me off my feet–but my girl was holding Power Girl back. She was slowly losing, but it was enough to buy me the time I needed.

Except when I looked into Power Girl’s mind, I found nothing but disgust for me, visceral hatred an led loathing so strong that it meant I really couldn’t get rid of it and implant devotion before she took out Supergirl and finished me off.

In desperation, I dug through her other feelings and assembled something I hoped would work: she had the narcissism you’d expect of someone who puts on a flashy costume and goes out to save the world, a healthy amount of confidence in her appearance, and the same latent bisexual streak you find in most “straight” people. Tie them together, amplify it a bit, throw in some pleasure… And then tweak my Kara to make sure she’s on the same wavelength…

And pow. All that Kara-on-Kara action gets rechanneled into… Well, Kara-on-Kara action. It makes for quite an entertaining show, doesn’t it?

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Another day, another universe, but a rather different Supergirl. This one was a bit older, and rather more than a bit better-endowed, than most of the Kryptonians I’d added to my collection so far.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” she said. “And it ends here. I can move faster than you can think. If you even start to control my mind or alter my feelings, I’ll knock you out in a microsecond.”

And she probably would. Fortunately, I’d started bringing along backup on these little expeditions…

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Today I learned how the Flash manages to be on basically every super team. We villains had wondered that for years, and chalked it up to Flash just being fast enough to run from one team’s latest battle to another so quickly it seemed like he was in multiple places at once.

Nope. Turns out there are at least five Flashes, each a different person on a different team with the exact same power set.

Weird.

How’d I learn this? Well it turns out one of the Flashes is a Titan, and her teammates were more than happy to guide her into my trap. Jesse here has now realized just how much she wants to be mine.

But I’ve decided we’ll take things slow…

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The four-way with Mary, Raven, and Starfire was fun, but afterwards I got to thinking. Having entire teams under my control was a lot easier and safer than individuals–not to mention the ease of enjoying my slaves when I could just walk into their homes and headquarters. There was no reason not to just enslave all the titans–after all, I already had three of the five.

So I had Raven send Terra a message, telling her that I had enslaved Starfire and Mary and Raven needed backup to fight me. “Come alone and don’t tell anyone,” Raven told her. “You’re the only person I’m sure he hasn’t gotten to. Trust no one.”

Poor thing really should have listened. Instead she trusted Raven, and now she’s joined her teammates as my slave.

One left.

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We struck without warning. Raven had the opening move, plunging Mary into the same dark void she’d used on me. Her powers would shrug that of quickly, but it was enough time for Zatanna to cast her spell.

Mary’s mind lay open, but she was smart and self-possessed. Even with me manipulating her emotions, it would be difficult to keep control, let alone have that control continue after. And even if it did, her transformation would wipe it away.

But there was another way, a way Raven, Zatanna, and I could build working together: Dark Mary. That was what we dubbed her, anyway: every feeling of resentment at her hero’s code, every frustration of self-denial, all gathered and strengthened by me and Raven. Dark Mary rebellion, freedom, self-indulgence. Regular Mary wanted to be good and innocent and all those squishy things. And between them… Was my control. Which Zatanna was able to form into a sort of magical node that Raven placed in their psyche.

“Good” Mary would accept it because it meant her actions weren’t wrong, weren’t even her own. Dark Mary would because she wanted the excuse to stop being a hero. And thanks to Zatanna tying the Dark Mary construct into the transformation spell itself, that same conflict, with its same solution, would happen every time.

So yes, every time she transformed, my control would be wiped away–and all those impulses belonging to Dark Mary would surge through her. Desperate to reconcile her warring drives, she’d trigger the spell and her emotions would return to the configurations I set: worshipful, submissive, desperate lust for yours truly.

She was mine, and both her power and her tasty young body would be in my service from now on.

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Mary Marvel. Powers include enhanced strength and endurance, flight, and increased intellect. That last was the problem, sort of: between her magical nature and enhanced “wisdom,” she might catch on that something was different about Raven and Starfire. But that was just the beginning–the issue was the way her powers manifested–a magical transformation fueled by the powers of other entities.

As Raven explained it, her transformed state both was and was not the same person as her untransformed state. The mental changes in particular left her personality intact, but altered her judgment and analytical abilities. The practical upshot was that there was a very good chance any control I placed her under would be wiped away every time she transformed!

Even if I tried to control both parts, it would be wiped away next time she changed form. And I couldn’t just order her to remain in her magic form–her civilian identity, Mary Batson, was only 18 and still in high school. She would be missed, and that would bring the entire Justice League down on my head.

Still, there had to be a way! I sat down with my little team of experts–Harley for her knowledge of psychology, me for my mental powers, Zatanna for the magic side of things, and Raven for her experience mixing both–to figure out our best strategy to take her down and make her mine.

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