Lena is pacing in her office. She has been wracking her brain for hours, trying to remember anything vital from her last interaction with her best friend, Kara. Nothing comes to mind. Although, months ago, Kara mentioned something about an underground human trafficking ring that she was investigating. Maybe she was still investigating it. Lena goes over to her phone and calls the one person that would undoubtedly be involved: Veronica Sinclair.
"Lena, it's been too long, my dear. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Veronica, darling. I'm hoping my open invitation to your parties stand?"
"I thought you despised my parties?"
"Well, let's just say my perspective has been changing. I've been pouring over Lex's research and journals, trying to salvage my family's company. I could use some relaxation with the upmost discretion. Where better than your parties?"
"Ah, Lex. I'm so sorry for your loss, Lena. The next party is tomorrow night. I think there is be a guest that hold a special interest to you. You will need to sign an NDA of course, like all the other attendees. I'll have the paperwork couriered to you."
"Of course. Thank you so much Veronica. I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Oh, one last thing. When we are there, please call me Roulette. Anonymity and all that."
Lena immediately calls Alex after her conversation with Veronica. She has a bad feeling with the way Veronica referenced a 'special guest.' Alex argues with Lena for hours about her going alone. Lena explains at length that Veronica will know something is up if she comes with someone. Not to mention that Lena knows the nature of these parties. If Lena's hunch is right, Alex does not need to see what they might be doing to her sister. They agree to meet the next night to get a wire on Lena and prep her to the best of their abilities.
The night of the party, Lena decides to wear her navy blue, pinstriped, three piece suit. She looks powerful, sexy, dangerous. As she applies her blood red lipstick, she hears the buzzer announcing Alex's arrival. She brings a case with high tech equipment.
"You know they likely have jammers and detectors, right?" Lena asks sarcastically.
"We are hoping one of the items will sneak through their systems. I don't want you unprotected on your own," Alex responds.
"Well, if your sister is there, I'll have Supergirl on my side."
"That's if you can free her. And if she isn't there, you are to leave as soon as possible without arising suspicion."
"I know, Alex. I'll do everything I can to save your sister."
"I know you will, Lena. There is no one I trust more."
Alex moves about Lena, planting devices in random locations in her clothing and on her person. She has Lena slip on shoes that have the heels turning into baton tasers. Finally, Lena pulls up her hair into a tight, high pony tail. She takes the stack of paperwork that is the NDA to provide at the event as instructed. Lena and Alex hug briefly, wishing each other luck and agreeing to meet up after to go over everything. Lena gracefully gets into the limo she rented for the evening. She needs to come across as elitist for the night.
Upon pulling up to a mansion, Lena wipes her sweaty palms on her pants and takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. The driver opens her door and offers a hand to help her out. She picks up the documents and struts up to the bouncer guarding the entrance. He has Lena look up at a camera and moves to press and earpiece against his ear. He accepts the documents and provides Lena with a black mask that covers the upper portion of her face. She hastily slips it on and moves into the foyer. That's when the security search starts. They have Lena lock up her phone. They wave a wand over her body. They explain that it will temporarily disable any electronics, for example smart watches, anything with a gps or transmitter, or recording device. After passing through security, Lena moves to the main hall.
Before she walks through the entrance, she can hear the activities. She can hear people groaning and moaning. She hears muffled screams and loud slaps. She can hear pretentious laughter and the mummer of conversation. Lena steels herself to walk into the room. When she walks into the room, her stomach drops. Everything she imagined that happens at these parties, pales in comparison to the reality. Scattered across the room are various aliens, restrained in compromising positions. Men and women in formal attire and masks sip on their drinks as they watch attendees committing horrific acts against the prisoners. Some are blatantly torturing them. Others are enacting their depraved sexual fantasies. It is completely horrid and disgusting.
Lena swallows to control her reaction. She moves to the bar to order herself a stiff drink. She gulps it and orders a refill before the bartender even has a chance to move away. As she turns to take in the room again, Veronica slinks up next to her.
"Pleased to see you decided to come. I was wondering if you would back out or not."
"Ver- Roulette, pleasure as always. This is quite something."
"Yes, it is always a lot to take in at first. Feel free to just be an observer this time. Although, I have a proposition for you. I have a feeling you will want a turn with our very special guest this evening, especially since she is responsible for killing your brother."
Lena genuinely gasps. "You have Supergirl?"
Roulette just smirks. "Consider this is your welcome party. You will get the first roll, free of charge."
"First roll?" Lena asks in confusion.
"Oh, you'll see. It's about to start. Just sit tight. I'll call you up when we are ready to begin."
Veronica moves through the crowd with ease, occasionally spanking an alien on their ass or tits as she walks by. She moves up to a stage and calls the room to attention. "Thank you all for joining tonight. We have a very special guest that I believe many of you will revel in having your way with her. I'm sure you have noticed the absence of our resident superhero as of late."
This triggers the crowd to mummer in disbelief and move closer to the stage. Roulette continues, "Like every night, we will allow certain acts free of charge. However, if you want your turn for the more personal acts, we are charging double our normal fee. As we get everything set up for your entertainment, please go see our security to prepay for your turn."
Lena slams back her drink and orders her third. She tries to come up with a way to save her best friend, but she knows Veronica will have everything under tight security during the event. That's how she has been able to continue hosting these parties without interruption. Lena will have to wait until the end of the night, figure out where she keeps the aliens in-between events. But that means, she is going to have to participate. Veronica will be suspicious of Lena doesn't exact her revenge on the person that she thinks killed her brother. Lena isn't sure what to expect, but she knows that this night is not going to be easy.
Before she knows it, curtains are drawn back. She freezes at the site. There is her best friend, stripped bare with a ring gag in her mouth and suspended by her arms from the ceiling. Lena immediately notices the bruises and cuts covering her skin. Somehow, they weakened Supergirl. She sees Veronica wheeling out a cart with a whole manner of implements to the stage: whips, crops, plugs, clamps, paddles, rope to name a few. Lena feels her stomach drop.
Roulette moves to the stage again with markers. "Of course, as promised, the free activities. External play only with markers, open hands, spit and other bodily fluids always welcome. Any rule breaking leads to immediate expulsion and retract invite to all future events. Don't worry about her escaping: we made her swallow Kryptonite to keep her - pliable."
Of course they used Kryptonite on her. Lena shouldn't be surprised, but the fact that they made her swallow it. She must be in agony already. Lena has to stop herself from crying. She is just thankful that none of the equipment Alex planted is working. This is something no one should ever have to see.
The other aliens are herded out by security as all attention moves to Supergirl. Groups of men and women move to the stage. Lena watches in internal horror at their actions. Hand slap her best friend all over. Hands wander to grope the vulnerable flesh with too strong of grips. Markers write crude messages like 'cum dumpster,' 'semen demon,' and 'breeding bitch.' She can hears Kara's gasps and groans of pain and shame. People spit into her open mouth and over her body. Supergirl's body turns various shades of red at all the hands on attention. As much as it horrifies Lena, her body betrays her. She can feel her lower extremity twitching as blood rushes. Lena mentally scolds herself at becoming aroused with her friend in such dire circumstances. Lena didn't miss the fact that several people handed cash over to security. Anger boils under her skin, but she must remain cool.
After some times, Veronica ushers everyone off the stage. She makes a show of writing onto Supergirl's body. By her mouth, she writes 1 and 4. On her lower abdomen, she writes 2 and 5. She spins Supergirl around and writes on her lower back 3 and 6. On some blank skin on her upper back, Roulette writes out: odds - inside, even - outside.
"We have a very fun game to play this evening: Roll the Dice. The black die will determine which hole you get to use. The red one will determine where you get to 'unload.' You will have five minutes to use whatever toy you would like for the first 5 minutes, then do as you please. Due to the high amount of interest, we will be allowing 2-3 of you to use her at the same time, regardless of what you roll. It should make for an interesting evening. Ladies, you will have your usual options on how to use her while playing the game. Just keep in mind, she doesn't have her superpowers, so no vibrating tongue. Our deepest apologies. As always, no permanent damage allowed. Now, we will invite our lucky winner of the evening to the stage to have first access by herself." Roulette pointedly looks at Lena and waves her hand to have her come to the stage.
Lena swallows hard. Her feet move on her own accord. Supergirl doesn't have power with the Kryptonite in her stomach. Lena won't be able to take out all the guards and get them both to safety. She has to play along. She curses herself because of course her member just has to twitch in anticipation. The crowd looks Lena up and down in appreciation. They are restless for the show. Lena slowly climbs the stage. Veronica embraces her and whispers in her ear, "Enjoy your time. I'll be lenient with the timer."
Lena sheds her suit jacket and licks her lips. Her mouth runs dry, and she can feel her pants tightening. With Supergirl facing away from the audience, Lena moves to shield her from behind, lightly gripping her waist to lessen the pressure on her friend's wrists. She brings her mouth to Kara's ear and whispers, "I'm so sorry, Kara. I can't get you out of here right now without putting us both in danger. I'm so sorry." Lena can tell that Kara recognizes her voice. She tries to make eye contact over her shoulder and relaxes a bit. Lena can barely bring herself to look in those blue eyes. She can't read them because her own guilty apprehension is all she can register. She moves to the cart, and there sits the red and black dice. She shudders a breath out as she shakes them in her hand and releases. It feels like time slows down as the dice come to rest. Lena's cock throbs as she realizes what the numbers mean.