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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.