Bladder of Steel - Chapter 1
The first thing she felt when she came to, was a stab of sharp pain in her right temple, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips as her mind started to find itself through a shroud of haze. The pain dulled just as quickly as it had come, though it softly throbbed like it was just out of her reach, a reminder that whatever had happened, she was alive at least. Though if that was a pro or a con right now, she didn’t know. Her whole body felt like it had been through a dull blender, a part of her wanting to keep her eyes closed so maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with whatever was about to happen to her. She let her eyes slowly open, falling immediately on a heavy oak door directly across from her. That was easy enough, once she felt a little better she would smash that door down and bring whoever did this to her to justice, but what had they done precisely? Her memory was just a little hazy, and she wasn’t sure why her head hurt so badly. She blinked blearily, not being able to see much in this dim lighting. The only window in the room had to be behind her, as moonlight threw her shadow across the door she had seen. Was it night already? The last thing she could remember was walking home from work, just a few hours after noon.
Kara raised her head, and felt an odd resistance against her upper belly, blinking slowly, she looked down, a rope. The absurdity of a rope across her stomach to restrain her brought a smirk to her lips. Whoever had captured her did not do their homework now did they? She surged upwards, knowing that the rope would snap like a twig easily, barely any effort at all for her. Except for when it didn’t, she glanced down, struggling again against her bonds, she made a soft grunt of exertion, but to no avail. Why wasn’t this rope breaking? It didn’t make any sense! In her addled state, she felt panic and fear rise in her chest, worried somehow whoever did this took away her powers. No, no, it must be because she got drugged. That was why, but with what? She jerked her arms from the rests but saw her wrists were tied as well. She growled into the air of the dark room. Frustration was starting to replace some of the fear that had built up within her. What the hell was going on?! Was she restrained this easily? Why was she so weak?
She noticed an odd plastic tube coming from the soft flesh just under her wrist after her movements sent a twinge of pain from whatever was holding it in place. She took a moment, staring at it before she realized what it was.
“An... IV?” Her voice sounded slurred and slow, but the longer she was awake, the more of this sleepy haze she managed to throw off. It was hard to focus like this, but she had to try and take in as much information as she could, there wasn’t much of a chance her sister or anyone from the DEO knew she was here. So she had to make do, and find a way out on her own, hopefully before whoever had done this realized she was awake.
Kara blinked blearily, her movements slow, for the most part, she followed the tube with her eyes looking up at an iv bag filled with a clear liquid, but the connector was glowing with an odd neon green color. She paused, not realizing at first what it was that was glowing green. A filter before the clear liquid came into her veins, putting something into the saline. Kara’s blood ran cold as she saw barely-there wisps of green mixed with what could only be a saline solution. They were weakening her with tiny doses of Kryptonite. Immediately she strained against her bonds, weakly tipping the chair, but never more than half an inch in any direction. As she moved the chair, she felt an odd edge brush her bottom, and wiggled a bit, frowning as she felt a hole in the seat of her chair. Not big enough to fall through but just big enough to be uncomfortable when you noticed it. Why was that there, especially when they had a perfectly good chair in the same room with her? The feeling of weakness caused her to let out a soft, angry yell, but even her voice didn’t want to cooperate with her. There was no way she could rip this IV out. Her torso was bound to the chair tightly, barely giving her the necessary room to breathe.
Kara felt her heart rate increase and bit her lip to stop herself from having that damned fear bubble over again, closing her eyes she took a few breaths, trying to remember what exactly had happened to her, she remembered walking home, past a few food trucks, getting a call from her sister. Did she get hit over the head? No, that wouldn’t have even affected her, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back as she tried to remember, almost like a calling reminder. She almost passed it off as one of the many aches and pains she woke up with. Whoever had taken her was not paying for fragile shipping. Kara strained her memory. She did pass by a dark alleyway, and then there was a needle. They must have dosed her up with some kind of tranquilizer, enough for a hundred elephants by the feel of it. Either that or she was more susceptible than she thought to drugs like that. God, she had been so careless! None of this mess would have happened if she had just paid more attention. The things her sister would say to that, it was such a poor excuse to say she wasn’t thinking, she should have been.
Kara looked around the room, wanting to get her bearings before whoever put her in this situation made it known what they wanted. It seemed like she was in quite an expensive place. The floor was some polished wood, oak probably, the walls covered in a white wallpaper with golden edging, gold bell-like patterns going up and down it, that shone just a little bit in the moonlight. It had an air of sophistication about it, and it worried her. The fact that someone with money had her.. means this wasn’t a vendetta against the petty criminals she put away, it was someone important, but who could it be? She shook herself, and observed her surroundings, taking in as much information as she could get. In situations like these, the smallest thing could make or break an escape. By the oak door, there was a heavy chair engraved with what looked like feathered wings and flowering vines. It was gorgeous really, but why facing the wall? There was only one other table that she could see, parallel to the direction of her chair. It just had a flower pot on it, so hopefully, she wasn't about to be tortured.
Kara took a breath trying to file away all this information for later, as she heard the sounds of footsteps from a pair of shoes coming down the hallway. She braced herself, as the heavy oak door in front of her opened and revealed a man she had never seen before. He closed the door behind him with a calm look on his face. The man wore a dark suit with white pinstripes, his tie was a dark blue with a golden clip of your average diamond shape on it and held an air of someone who always got what they wanted no matter what it was.
She stiffened, as the man took a chair from beside the oak door, and turned it, so it faced her, pushing it forward. The sound of the chair moving was the only noise shared between them. The two of them held eye contact for what felt like an eternity. When it was only three feet from her he sat down, crossing his legs at the knee, he folded his hands one over the other on his thigh, watching her as the silence enveloped them again. Kara studied his face, so when she got out of here, she could break him over her knee like a twig. Being tied up like this angered her, made her feel helpless, she didn’t want to be here. He had dark hair, shaved down on the sides, but an elegant long look on the top, his eyes were blue, and he had dark facial hair, a beard that didn’t do much to cover his cold demeanor. He wouldn’t be a bad looking man if it weren’t for the look of pure contempt in his eyes. He didn’t seem to be stronger than your average human..just a human who had no idea who he was angering with his actions. After a minute Kara gave in, the silence even becoming too much for her a morbid curiosity pushing her to ask.
"Are we going to keep up this staring contest or are you going to tell me what it is you want." She growled at him, wondering if he would get angry with her, or maintain the unsettling calmness in his eyes.
"Why would I tell you that, so you can refuse me in your heroic little ways?" His voice was like a cats purr, sending a shiver down her spine, though not in a good way. This man bothered her, the way he looked like he had already won. What sort of tricks did he have up his sleeve exactly?
"Well when you say it like that, you sound like a creep. Tying girls up like this can’t just be a hobby of yours, a collector are you?" She tried to sound like she knew more than she did, hoping to get him to reveal something, like where they were. While she was wiggling around, she didn’t feel her purse or her phone on her person, but everything helped in a survival situation.
"Oh? Interesting you say that. I am here to collect something from you, the man I work for is very impatient, but even he must admit this might take some time, despite the efforts we have taken to weaken you.” He chuckled before he spoke.
"You’re weakening me to collect what?" That was unexpected. What could they possibly want that would require her weakened? Every part of her was incredibly difficult to harm. Hell, she hadn’t tried it yet, but supposedly her cousin could take bullets without a scratch.
"What a smart alien following along. Yes, we want your DNA, my employer thinks you are the key to the next batch of super soldier test runs. I think it’s a load, but the boss knows best, I’m sure you know how it is, working what I can only assume is minimum wage for what a newspaper? Or do you not copy your cousins every single move, just most of them?" Kara growled softly, only drawing a chuckle from the man across from her, he seemed so set in how he was going to win, wasn’t he?
"I doubt you’ll be able to. My hair is stronger than steel cables, skin, nails... You won’t be able to that easily. Weakening me won’t take the strength in my DNA away. It’s just a waste of both of our time." She smirked, but her grin soon fell away as she saw the smirk on his face only grow. She felt her argument slip through her fingers as he spoke again. Just who was this guy? A hitman? She shivered only once, not wanting to show weakness, but damn this whole thing. She didn't know if she was going to get out of this easily.
"Oh no, I won’t be needing diamond tools to take your DNA by force, you are going to give it to me, I take it you noticed the chair your sitting on has a hole in it, no?" Kara felt a sinking feeling in her chest as she nodded slowly hoping he wasn’t about to say what she thought he was. She had noticed, but she hadn’t given it much thought thinking it was some torture thing or a way to let a prisoner... oh no.
The man stood and walked behind her where she couldn’t see, making her nervous, until she heard a metal bucket moving from what she could only assume was the back of her chair. The man walked back into her line of sight, and showed it to her, and pushed her leg to the side with his hand a bit too rough for her tastes, leaning too close to put it underneath the hole. She pulled her head away, and glared at him, knowing if this was a battle of time she didn’t have much hope left.
"N-Nice try though. That won’t work. I’m not your average human. I can hold it for days if need be. You didn’t do your homework did you?" She was bluffing. If the kryptonite weakened her like he said it was going to, he would win. She hoped the bluff would at least throw him off. The man chuckled as he pulled away, tapping the IV bag a foot above her head. He seemed to have this all figured out whoever he was, and he had patience. He could wait for her to give him exactly what he wanted.
"You already know this bag is weakening you. It might take some time for it to loosen up those muscles that hold back what I want. But we both know it will happen eventually, there is no escape for you, there is no winning, this saline is hydrating you while weakening you. Even if your super strength wasn’t affected Kara, or should I say supergirl, even an alien has to release eventually." Kara felt a sinking in her chest as she understood what it meant. She was going to give him everything he wanted no matter what she did. The man smirked as he saw the look on her face, sitting back down in the same way he did before he nodded.
"You’ve got this all figured out. I guess you did your homework. What are you going to do? Watch me until then?” Kara was hoping he would leave soon if she did lose this battle. The last thing she wanted was for some creep watching her while it happened. The man chuckled, waiting a moment, before he stood, and patted her on the head, drawing a very pissy look from Kara.
"I’ll leave you be, after all, I can get some sleep if you sleep... who knows what will happen in those wee nighttime hours" Leaving the chair in front of her, the strange man moved to leave the room, the heavy oak door closing behind him with a resounding thud.
With the man out of the room, Kara took a sigh of relief, already feeling the beginnings of her body telling her she needed to release all of this, and soon. The hole underneath her was already making it harder than it had to be to try and hold it.
She groaned and adjusted her hips to try to shake off the feeling, only managing to make it worse. She just hoped she could last long enough to escape or grow accustomed to the glowing rocks poison. She was attempting to think about literally anything other than the bucket or the IV bag and instead look to the wall on her right, trying to distract herself with any mind game that could get her out of this position for a few hours.
Kara tried to take her mind off of it, counting the lines of gold decoration to trick her brain into recording information, instead of anything having to do with her primal urges. Except trying so hard not to think about it, made her feel just how tempting it was to release more before she tore her eyes from the wallpaper. She had to try and fight her way through it, there was no other option, she couldn’t let this man win, and she was freaking out a little bit. Kara took a breath doing a few breathing exercises, then another, before she pressed trying to her knees together hoping it would help her at least deny the need what it wanted, unable to do so since her ankles were tied to the front of the wooden chair. It was hard not to think about it, especially since she could feel herself weakening slowly. This test of wills was near impossible. Of course, it would be, she was supposed to be losing, she racked her brain trying to think of ways to escape, her mind pulling her back to her ever-growing urgent need.
Trying to push sinister thoughts from her mind, Kara thought about how to escape, starting with the basics. She didn’t have her powers, and she didn’t have any weapons or tools. Without these things, escape would be impossible. She had to try and find a way to get one of them. She had to try and find a way to get the IV out of her arm. She glanced down at the rope holding back her chest biting her lip as she felt a squirt dampen her panties. Her mind had slipped in its concentration. A soft gasp escaped her as a gentle flush of satisfaction flooded her. That was so hard to resist, she could end all the squirming right now, but she couldn’t. If she kept it to just a few drops, it would dry by morning. God this was torture, but she had to endure it, if she didn’t she could risk her DNA getting into the wrong hands, or worse having thousands of unsuspecting soldiers die from experiments. She had to be brave. She was Supergirl. She could be, she just needed to find her strength. If it meant ripping out an IV, it meant ripping out an IV.
Kara gasped as a sudden squirt dampened her panties, soaking through the tight white jeans she wore, staining a part of them a deep golden color. A sharp shiver ran up her spine as she heard three dings of something small and fast hitting metal. She had not been paying attention. Crap! She couldn’t let her concentration slip like this anymore, her body was failing her, so at a time like this, she had to use all her willpower.
Kara thought about moving herself in a vertical shimmy type motion. The rope was above her breasts, and loose enough to let her breathe. If she could get it off she could lean down and rip the IV out with her teeth...there was no telling how long it would take for her to regain her strength, and ripping it out would hurt, but she had no other option.
Kara began to wiggle up and down, shimming her shoulders, it was harder to concentrate on not pissing herself the more she tried to wiggle out from under this rope. She felt another squirt, dampen her pants, dying the white a pale yellow, drawing a soft mew of relief that made her blush in embarrassment. Damn, it felt satisfying to go. Kara was already giving up on the pants she was wearing as a lost cause. Holding it to this point, was something she had never done before, why would she? She had always had access to the bathroom before, holding it this long, and this tooth and nail were all new to her. A chill went up to her spine as she heard the metallic sound of liquid falling into the bucket, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she let herself enjoy the second of relief, her eyes half lidding as she revealed in it for a split second, before the Saline replaced the liquid she had just managed to lose.
A few more tense minutes passed as she waited to see if any more would come out without permission. Every moment Kara worried the man in black would come back and take the bucket, though a part of her wished that he would, so she could give up and just pee. Not wanting to wait any longer to get more of that relief she had felt.
As Kara worked on her escape plan, she almost cried in relief to see that the rope was wiggling up, the sight making her so happy she almost lost all control. Freezing in place, she tried to hold it, but she could feel her body giving up, her muscles hurting with how badly tensed they were. She tried to take short breaths, to force her body to work through this, pressing her knees together, she wiggled her hips, anything to try and stop the oncoming shower she knew would happen. A soft gasp mixed with what almost could be called a moan sounded out into the dark of the room, this caused another loud splatter of the metal container slowly filling could be heard. Her pants grew darker, a blotch of wetness expanding across the seat of her pants. Instead of drops, a golden stream sprayed from between her legs, making her cry out as she tried desperately to stop it. After nearly five agonizingly satisfying seconds, she trembled, gasping for air as the stream slowed to a few pitiful dribbles into the bucket. She took moments to breathe, trying to ignore the fact that no matter how much she managed to lose the saline pouch hydrated her to the point she had it all back in only a manner of minutes.
Thankfully the longer stream gave her some time where she didn’t have to focus as hard and slipped the rope above her shoulders. Pressing her head back she worked the rope slowly over her cheek, by moving her head back down at an angle. After a few moments, and only one more squirt the rope fell to the floor behind her. Kara almost cried in relief, her eyes falling onto the tube in her arm with a look of pure determination.
Without skipping a beat Kara ripped out the IV on her arm with a muffled yelp of pain, throwing it to the side with a twist of her head, she watched it leak fluid onto the oak floor in the dim lighting. Which was a big mistake, seeing the fluid made her think about peeing and how the saline IV might be out of her arm, but nowhere near was it out of her system. She tried to breathe slowly, glad that at least eventually she would be able to move freely, all she had to do was be patient.
A whimper escaped her, as she felt a gush of warmth dampen her clothes even further, warming them up again although this time there was a sound of liquid hitting liquid. It seemed like her body didn’t care what she wanted, ignoring her to relieve itself after almost an hour of active squirming instead.
The bucket was filling up with her shame, her heart beating like a hammer, the smell of her pitiful accidents being even further proof that she was just barely keeping anything in. A nervous groan came from her as she felt her body giving up on her, not even desperate clawing to regain control would work this time she just knew it. As more droplets gathered on the seam of her pants, she trembled in anticipation, knowing that when she did pee, it would feel so good. Kara blushed as she heard several tinkles dropping into the bucket, before she closed her eyes, ashamed of herself. Feeling the relief as slowly but surely her shameful display turned into a stream, spraying into the bucket, force coming from the sheer amount of time Kara had been waiting for this, droplets falling all over the oak floor. Her fingers clutched at the wood that made up the armrest, leaving pale discolorations in the wood where she scratched. She desperately fought to stop her accident, but couldn’t even come close, panting little cloud of steam into the chilly room, the bridge of her nose so pink if she had seen she would have sworn it was permanent. As the second wall of relief hit her, she didn’t even care if she woke up the whole house panting, she moaned into the dark room, unable to hold back her noises. It felt so damn good. Her stream didn’t even slow down as she wiggled, the satisfaction as some liquid swelled up between her clenched thighs, dripping down her knees like a river almost too much to bear. The loud sound of her stream matching the volume of her whimpers and gasps, hearable from anywhere in the room, her hips kept wiggling, only serving to spray droplets of her shame over the oak flooring, as she tried in vain to regain control of a bladder too far gone. Kara’s chest heaved, as her inflated bladder slowly began to go down, not even trying to stop it anymore, she just let it happen, she would rather be wet then have to feel like a balloon about to burst now, holding it that long was cruel, but relieving herself was the best feeling in the world. As her stream slowly ebbed, the bucket full to nearly the brim, Kara felt herself go limp, relaxing against the chair, her pants now absolutely soaking wet. It had been so so hard to hold it that long. She shivered from the waves of happiness she felt not having to hold it anymore, taking her time to recover she panted, allowing her body to take a breather her strength would return soon enough.
It took maybe in all, fifteen minutes before she felt her normal strength return to her. Her pants were drying to a barely damp feel, though her entire rear was now stained yellow, down the front of her thighs a pastel color of the same shade. Kara took her time getting to her feet, the ropes snapped from her wrists, and ankles and fell to the floor, the chair tipping backward behind her as she smiled. She was free. Kara wasted no time taking the bucket and pouring it out the window. She would never be holding it this long again thank you very much. Supergirl looked up as she heard the Oak door handle open, a playful smirk appearing on her face. Ger strength was back, and she was looking for some sweet revenge that was about to take place. The man in the black suit came back in, chuckling, thinking that he won as he spoke before actually looking at where his prisoner was supposed to be.
"My my, I’ve been told by the guards you were quite loud in her-"
He paused, as he saw the chair empty, no bucket, and the oak door clicked behind him, on an automatic locking system, he had requested so their high-value prisoner couldn’t escape easily. She walked over to him with a far too sweet smile on her face, watching him squirm as she had been doing for hours. She usually wouldn’t do this, but she had, an awful night because of this man and purred.
"Looks like I win...such a shame human." To throw him using the word Alien back into his face, before she took a swing, dropping the man like a rock, she smirked, strapping him into the chair in painfully tight bonds. He wouldn’t be able to sound the alarm, and hopefully, would feel the same desperation she had, the perfect sort of revenge for the shittiest type of person out there.
Kara opened the window, and hopped out, taking flight into the night sky to go home, hopefully...no one she knew would ever find out about this experience, she needed a long warm shower when she got back and to find out who was behind all this. They would regret messing with her, humiliating her like this.