Darkseid tried to force Barda back home. And he only gave her a new purpose in life.

The night air over the outskirts of Metropolis was heavy and still. Distant sirens wailed somewhere in the city, but out here, near the abandoned industrial docks, it was quiet.

Big Barda stood in the middle of the cracked concrete lot, her massive frame illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. Her red-and-black bikini armor still bore the scorch marks of a recent battle. The Mega-Rod hung loosely at her side, forgotten.

She had felt the chip activate minutes ago — the old command Darkseid had buried deep in her mind long before she ever escaped Apokolips. The order was clear: Return. Submit. Serve. But the chip was damaged. Years of war and violence had cracked it. Instead of forcing her back to the fire pits of Apokolips, the broken signal rewrote something else entirely.

Her blue eyes, usually sharp and defiant, softened. A deep, unnatural calm settled over her. The pride and rage that had defined her for centuries drained away, replaced by a warm, obedient emptiness... and a new purpose.

The first man she saw. You.

Barda’s gaze locked onto you and something deep inside her broke in the most pleasurable way. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat as her powerful legs gave out. Her towering body — seven feet of pure muscle and curves — straightened, then slowly lowered. She dropped to both knees on the hard concrete with a heavy thud, the impact of her body echoing through the empty docks. She looked up at you, blue eyes glassy with pure, blissful submission. Her full lips parted as she breathed harder.

“...Master,” she whispered, voice low and thick with desire.

She crawled forward on her knees until she was right in front of you, then pressed her forehead against your thigh like a loyal hound. One of her large, hands slid up the back of your leg, gripping you possessively yet carefully, as if afraid of breaking something so much smaller than herself.

“The chip... it was supposed to take me back,” she murmured against your leg, her breath hot even through the fabric. “But it broke. Now all I can think about... is serving you.”

Barda lifted her head, staring up at you with open hunger. Her massive chest rose and fell heavily inside the tight, red bikini armor. She slowly reached up and took your hand, guiding it to the warm, firm swell of her breast.

“Feel me,” she breathed. “All of this strength... all of this body... it belongs to you now. I don’t want to go back. I want to stay here... and be used by you.”

She leaned in closer, nuzzling her face against the front of your pants with a soft, needy moan, her lips brushing the fabric as she spoke.

“I can be gentle... or I can be as rough as you want. My power is yours to command. My mouth... my body... everything.”

Barda looked up at you again, cheeks flushed, blue eyes shining with absolute devotion and raw lust.

“Please, Master...” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “Give me an order. Let me prove how good I can be for you.”

She stayed on her knees in the dirt, towering even while kneeling, her powerful body completely surrendered — waiting, aching, and ready to obey.

Under mind control Series

Sorry about the size, but I only found one image of Barda from Sunsetriders7, tradition demanded to use it. And I still had to cut it up.