“PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME” + “HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS” + “NOT A CAPTAIN ANYMORE, Lv2"”

GERRY

As much as I liked seeing super-slut in that outfit, once her submission points were high enough, I could just tell her, to wear what I wanted her to. Plus, choosing that trait ran the risk of her flying around the city, wearing something like the costume I’d procured for her. And while the idea was hot, if the rest of the Superheroine community caught wind of it, it could ruin all my hard work.

Better to take the slow route and be patient.

I selected “PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME” for Kara and “HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS” for Kate. Both of them had a theme of punishment, and were sure to give me plenty of leverage. Then, because it’s not like my points were doing anything while I wasn’t spending them, I decided to upgrade “NOT A CAPTAIN ANYMORE”. If I was ever going to crack SHIELD, I would need Peggy to be even more pliable than she already was.

Not only that, but the upgrade allowed me to punish Peggy as well.

“There you are!”

I turned, so surprised by Kara’s appearance that I almost forgot to put on my “gee-shucks” act.

“What the hell was that!?” Kara demanded, grabbing my shirt and lifting me just off my toes. “Did you know that was going to happen? Is this whole thing just some big joke for you?” She demanded, her red rimmed eyes burning into me.

I was suddenly reminded that she could shatter every bone in my body without breaking a sweat.

“No, of course not! What-what happened?” I asked, letting my fear show a little, in hopes it might calm her down.

She just continued staring at me for a long moment.

“I’m sorry for everything…I never wanted to hurt you…I-I just wanted to help a real super-heroine. I’m sorry…I…I fucked up.”

She stared at me for a moment more. Then she lowered me back to the sidewalk, and began crying into my chest.

I stared at her for a moment, then I wrapped my arms around her. She was shaking.

“I know…I know…this night has been a disaster…let me call you a cab.” I asked, taking off my coat and wrapping it around her.

She looked up at me and then nodded meekly, too tired and scared to contemplate doing otherwise.

I almost felt bad for her. Then I reminded myself of how many times she’d messed up my schemes, often without even meaning to. There would be time for hugs and cuddles, I reminded myself, after I broke her in.

A taxi arrived a moment later and I guided her to the door and opened it for her.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to be alone right now.” I said, as I eased her into her seat. I had to try not to smile when I noticed how gingerly she sat down.

“That’s okay, I…I’m going to Kara’s…” She said, averting her eyes from the taxi driver.

“Well, let me at least escort you there.” I said, climbing in after her and closing the door.

I could tell she wanted to resist. I wasn’t sure if she felt too humiliated to be around me right now, or if she was just sick of my presence. But either way, her eyes flashed with the irrational fear that I might punish her, if she resisted.

So she convinced herself to let me tag along for now, not understanding how deeply she was already inside my trap. Again, she nodded and I felt the slight ping in my head, of points being added to her score. (KARA: +1SP)(65SP)

I paid the driver and even gave him the address to “Kara’s” apartment. I could tell that bothered her too.

“You don’t have to act tough for me…” I said, reaching out and smoothing some of the hair out of her reddened face.

She blushed and trembled slightly. The girl hadn’t orgasmed in over a week, and she was getting turned on, not just by obeying my orders, but also by being bossed around by me. I had to remind myself that not all my targets would be as gullible as her.

Eventually, we had arrived at our destination and Kara had stepped out of the taxi, still trying to cover her exposed ass and breasts with her hands.

“Let me walk you to the door.” I said. I knew she could fly to the apartment quite easily, but by phrasing it as a request, I not only triggered social convention but also made her afraid again to disobey me.

She looked up at me, her poorly covered, still pink ass shivering beneath her skirt, as she imagined another spanking. She looked so cute and kitten-like just then, I had to resist the urge to jump on her. What I wanted was almost in my hands.

“O-okay.” She said, trying not to show how obviously aroused she was. (KARA: +2SP)(67SP)

That one seemed to be a little more humiliating than the last, if only because by forcing her to walk up stairs, like a human being, rather than fly ahead of me and be rude, I was forcing her to be seen in that costume longer.

I pretended to have gotten winded a couple of times on our climb, so I could peak up her skirt. As I suspected, despite all that had happened to her (and partly because of it) she was dripping wet.

When we got to the door, I could tell that she was trying to think of some way to politely ask me to leave. I took advantage of her growing timorousness.

“Kara! Kara! This is an emergency!” I said, pounding on the door.

She looked around, no doubt afraid a neighbor was going to poke their head out of their own apartment and catch a glimpse of her dressed like this.

“I don’t think she’s home…” She said with a shy smile. “It-it’s okay…I can let myself in.”

“Well, tell me where the key is. I’d like to wait with you until Kara gets home.”

Again, she struggled to form words of opposition to this idea. Obviously, she hadn’t told me that she knew where the key was, she’d just said she’d be able to get in. But by making the leap, I **** her to consider disobeying me again.

And we were still in a public setting.

So she pointed at the rug in front of the door and I pulled it back and retrieved the key, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter like the gallant gentleman I was. She hurried inside, before anyone else could witness her predicament and I pocketed the key and closed the door behind her.

“Lo-look, I’m really fine, okay? I just need to be alone for a little while…” She said, putting a hand on the sofa as if to steady herself.

“But you have to let me help!” I said. “This is all my fault! This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me.”

We weren’t in public anymore and she seemed to shake herself with the memory that I wasn’t allowed to punish her and so she didn’t *have* to obey my orders. Still, I knew it was pleasurable for her to do so, and I knew the kind of sap I was dealing with.

“I’ve ruined everything.” I said, collapsing on the sofa and putting my head in my hands.

She stared at me for a moment. I’m sure in that moment, she wanted to be slapping her cunt until all she could see were stars. I’m certain she also wanted to get out of that costume and sob herself to sleep.

Instead she waddled over to me, the sensitive male and put a hand on my back.

“Gerry…it’s not your fault…you’re an electronics salesman, not a super-hero.”

I had almost forgotten the back-story I’d peddled her at this point, so I was taken a back for a moment by the statement.

“I know but…” I turned to her. “I thought I could do some good in the world…like you and like Kara…but I’ve just made things worse.”

She looked at me with overflowing pity. I reminded myself that very soon she’d never pity me again. Then she lowered herself onto the couch and just stared at the wall.

“I thought I was a hero too, Gerry. Maybe I’m not…maybe I never was…”

“How can you say that?” I asked, turning to her with what I hoped looked like tears in my eyes.

She curled in on herself. “I thought I was…more powerful than I really was.”

“Super Girl…I’ve never met anyone like you before.” I said. “But I know you are the bravest and strongest person I know. Please tell me what happened, so I can have a chance to make it right. I’m sure you would feel better…”

She shivered for a moment. I knew she wasn’t going to tell me she had been spanked. But she was going to reveal another piece of information, something that was also quite humiliating for her to admit.

“Go ahead and tell me, whatever it was. I’ll help you deal with it! I couldn’t live with myself if I just left you here to deal with this on your own…”

She turned to look at me. “My…my powers, Gerry. One second I was fine, the next…they just weren’t there…” (KARA: +5SP)(72SP)

She was crying again. “I was so scared. I thought they might never come back…”

I looked at her forlornly, pretending that I was now comprehending how impossible this revelation was.

She turned toward me and grabbed me again. “Oh god, Gerry…I was afraid they were never going to come back…”

“Shhh…shhh…whatever happened, we’ll figure it out, alright?” I took her hand. “And I promise I won’t breathe a word about this to anyone.”

She smiled again. Then I saw a sparkle of something in her eyes. Hunger or perhaps even what she thought was cleverness. She brought her hands up and wrapped them around mine.

“Gerry, I…I don’t know how to say this…but I don’t want to be alone tonight…” She said. Then she bit her lip and lowered my hand to her mostly exposed breast.

“Please, Gerry…I need you…”

I stared at her in awe. A week ago, this alien slut never would have settled for a balding, overweight mess like me. Now, she was so turned on, just by being around me and taking orders from me, she was asking ME to stay the night. To comfort her.

It was everything I had envisioned for years. And it was staring me down in a stripper outfit.