A character oriented chapter (DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL + SHE-WOMAN HATER)

GERRY

As I sat in the passenger seat of Peggy’s Armstrong Siddeley Lancaster, I considered my options when it occurred to me that, although I knew quite a lot about the Katherine Kane, the socialite, I knew very little about who she really was. I would have to remedy that, I wanted to know who she was, so that I could better mold her into what I needed her to be.

I had just finished sending my newest command to Kara, when I noticed that although she seemed to have recover from the exhaustion from our activities, she had not spoken. Having seen how **** she was to partake in the festivities (comparable to Kara at least) I would have suspected she had some very choice words for me by this point.

“Miss Carter?”

She looked up from the brakes.

“I need your wallet.”

She didn’t even ask why, she just pulled out a little black purse and handed it to me.

“Thank you.” I opened it up and rooted through her personal belongings, taking mental note of the black and white snapshot inside, before procuring the ID card which granted her access to S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds.

“I’d like to tell you how much I appreciate your discretion in this matter…” I said. “I am worried that the entire superheroine community may be effected by the same issue effecting Miss Kane. Until I know the extent of the threat, I’ll have to swear you to secrecy, Captain.”

She just nodded numbly, as I took a photo of her ID with my phone. Over the next couple days, I could have copy printed up for personal use, but right now I just needed her clearance level to sign into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database.

“Take us to HQ, I need to check something before your session tonight with Miss Bishop.”

She nodded and with a sigh, turned the key and started the car. I distracted myself from her obvious distress with the comforting thought that I had turned a national icon and virtuous hero into a fucking chauffeur.

KATE

She laid on the couch, staring at the pattern on Kara’s carpet and occasionally shivering and suppressing the urge to vomit. She had been ****. The one and only Batwoman, one of the greatest martial artists on the planet, had just been ****.

No, it was worse than that. Kate had let herself be ****. She’d been captured before, tied up, even tortured. But she’d never given in, she’d never surrendered information, let alone her own body. And she’d never let herself be used.

She had asked for it too. She had wanted to orgasm so badly…oh god, what was wrong with her? Was she really that shallow and needy? All her morals and preferences had gone out the window the second they came between her and relief.

Fuck…she was so fucking screwed.

She felt a warmth wrap around her and looked up to find that Kara, now fully clothed and changed into her costume, was lying on top of her, and breathing in the smell of her hair.

“You’re so cute like this…” Kara said, as she gently fondled the naked middle-aged crime-fighter. “Whenever you’re in your batsuit, you act like you’ve got something to prove…like you’re somebody that you’re not. Even when you’re in regular clothes, we all know you’re just pretending.”

Kate quivered. “This-this isn’t right…” She managed to say. Having seen now what Kara was capable of, she was utterly terrified of pissing her off and inviting more humiliation and pain into her life.

“Shhhhh…yes, it is.” Kara said, squeezing Kate enough to take her breath away for a moment, before nuzzling her cheek into Kate’s hot shoulder. “I was just like you, Kate…I thought I served a greater purpose. But really, it was just an excuse to be miserable. Then he showed me how enjoyable life could be…how nice it can be, to let go. To admit…that you’re not perfect.”

“But…things aren’t supposed to be this way!” Kate all but wailed. She wished she could articulate herself better, explain that Kara had been brainwashed. But she knew that she wouldn’t listen to her. No one ever listened. No one cared, was the real problem.

“What way are they supposed to be?” Kara asked, not cruelly, but with a genuine look of sorrow. “Was Diana supposed to have executed hundreds of super-villains because they were ‘too dangerous to be allowed to live’? Was I supposed to end up the last of my kind? What about Barda? Is her home supposed to have been destroyed? Was there supposed to be an ethno-state of mutants run by a mind-controlling ****? And what about you, Kate…are you supposed to be pretend to be something you aren’t, your whole life? Isn’t that just trading one closet for another?”

As the words sunk in, Kara began to kiss Kate along her collar bone. “You’re not a superhero, Kate, you’re just a woman…you’ll slow down, you’ll get sick…and the world will still be full of criminals. What kind of life is that to lead…where the best thing you have to hope for, is the possibility of being injured enough that you are **** to retire, before you die out in the field?”

Kate felt her already cracked heart shattering. “I just…want to make the world better.”

“Making yourself miserable won’t make the world better. You deserve to be happy too, y’know…loved and cuddled and fucked absolutely senseless…” Kara said, as she kissed Kate on the cheek. “We’re addicted to being hurt, Catherine…we’re addicted to that feeling, of adoration, of men and women finally being proud of us…of treating us like we belong. But don’t worry…he’s going to cure us.”

Kate closed her eyes. The idea should have filled her with dread. Instead, she felt the receding pleasure return with a surge, at the idea of being **** to obey her blackmailer again. It had felt so good…not his dick in her mouth, that had been more obnoxious than anything else. But it had felt good to do what he wanted her to. It had felt like someone was flicking their tongue across her slit every time she gave in.

But she hadn’t orgasmed. And now he was going to make her the **** of one of his submissives. It shouldn’t have turned her on.

She rolled onto her side, watching as Kara walked to the balcony sliding door and opened it, stepping out in broad daylight in her costume. She glanced back at Kate with a raised eyebrow and shook her ass teasingly.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” Kara said, before taking off with a blur of blue.

Kate stared at the spot where she’d been, and felt the cool afternoon air making gooseflesh on her skin and tried not to think about how nice it would be to masturbate here, on Kara’s couch, knowing that the Kryptonian would be able to hear her, even as she patrolled the city.

MARIA

Maria Hill sat in a cushy chair, in an office of black glass and steel rubbing under her eyes.

“What do you mean…you didn’t find anything?”

Jessica Drew sat across the desk, inspecting her nails. “I mean, that I didn’t find anything. If I had, I would have told you. But we have no files on a Dr. Manheim, or anyone fitting the description you gave.”

“That doesn’t make any sense…” Maria said. “We have files on everyone.”

“You think he’s a Skrull?” Drew asked, as if they were discussing the weather.

Maria stood up slowly, positioning her hands either side of her the desk. “If he was a Skrull, he would be impersonating someone we did have a file.”

“I was being sarcastic.” Jess said. “God, Fury was never this paranoid.”

Maria turned away, before the urge to smack her employee got the better of her.

“Oh, geeze, you’re really burnt up about this, aren’t you?” Jess asked, standing up and moving around the desk. “Maria, he’s probably just an auditor. The Council probably sent him to check up on us. And also to trail Peggy, I guess.”

Maria didn’t answer. She didn’t like people knowing more about her, than she did about them. She had not survived this long because she assumed others had her best interests at heart.

Jess sighed. “You want me to follow him, don’t you?”

“No.” She turned and looked Jess up and down. “You’ve done enough already.”

Jess looked shocked. “Hey, M, I can do it no problem. I don’t want him messing with Peggy anymore than you…”

“You’ve done. Enough.” Maria answered staring down the taller, more muscular, more voluptuous woman. She was still in charge of this shit-hole and she’d had about enough of her agents ignoring her orders.

Jess’s face twitched. Then she turned away, and Maria could swear that the way she swung her massive backside was taunting her. She considered briefly ordering the woman to wear something slightly less skin-tight. Even Natasha had never dressed so sultrily.

She shook her head and turned away. She’d been off her game ever since Peggy marched into her office with that outfit. Fucking heroines. There was something about having super powers which made a woman want to strap on some fetish gear and shake her ass at criminals. Maria suspected that it was because most women wanted to dress like Jess and Bobbi, but were too ashamed to do so. Having paranormal, reality bending abilities was just an excuse to act out their exhibitionist fantasies.

And it was making her job a living hell, being surrounded by beautiful, super powered women, most of whom could bench press her if it came down to it. It wasn’t that she wanted to fuck any of them either. But would it kill them to be a little more professional. Every time someone from the World Security Council showed up, she had to explain why half her agents dressed like they were auditioning to be the next Bond girl.

It was this damn job. It drove you crazy, and not in a cute, Postal Service kind of way. No, it was more like being trapped on a submarine, with no sonar and no periscope, occasionally being reprimanded over the radio by bastards who’d never set foot at sea, while you waited to bump into something, and just prayed it wasn’t explosive.

It was the fact that the world was so peaceful, which drove her to new heights of over-analysis. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s job to be ready for anything. The CIA and the NSA, they had the easy job. All they needed to do was monitor persons of interest and spy on countries which probably weren’t hostile. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s job to be ready for the invasion of a hundred different kinds of threats. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s job to have a contingency if the Atlanteans decided they were tired of negotiating over fishing grounds and garbage disposal. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s job to have a response if all the gods in Asgard showed up and proclaimed they were taking over Midgard again.

And that meant there was no one too trust. No one to rely on. And when there were no conflicts, there was nothing to do but sit around concocting new and increasingly absurd provisions for increasingly absurd possible threats. Meanwhile, most of her staff these days were too young to remember what the Cold War even was. They were all excited to work alongside super heroines and save the day, and fucking naive to what the occupation of spy actually entailed.

The most likely explanation for Dr. Manheim’s lack of a file was that it had been misplaced. After all, it wasn’t as if there was another therapist somewhere in S.H.I.E.L.D. angry that Peggy never showed up for her appointment. The most likely explanation was mundane, but her job didn’t permit her to think in mundane terms. That was how you ended up with a bullet through the head.

There was a beep on her desk and she pressed the button on her intercom. “Carson, talk to me.”

“Director Hill, I just received an alert that an inactive agent signed onto the site.”

Maria stood up. “What?! Was it Peggy Carter?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Maria cursed under her breath. “Why wasn’t she stopped?”

“I don’t know, I’ll check if Rodriguez is alright.”

Maria stood up, dragging open the top drawer of her desk and removing a massive magnum pistol with glowing red glass sections surrounding the hammer and sights. “Where’s Peggy according to the satellite chip in her ID?”

“It looks like she just entered the archive. But Director-”

“Tell Rodriguez to round up all Meta-human personnel and meet me there in the next five minutes.” Maria tapped the intercom and hurried around the desk and out into the hall. No one got the drop on her and got away with it.

GERRY

Well, this was just depressing.

First off, the number of files in the S.H.I.E.L.D. archive confirmed my suspicions about these authoritarian fucks. There was no way for them to collect this kind of information, not without breaking every privacy law in the books.

Second, Kate’s entire life read like a soap opera. Apparently she’d been kidnapped as a little girl by German terrorists, along with her sister and mother. Her mother had died and her father had told her her sister had as well, after he busted in to rescue her. But the old man had been covering up the disappearance of her sister, who showed up after Kate had taken up the mask, as a brainwashed, ****-crazy super-villian.

Kate had been **** to fight her sister and watch her die, and her relationship with her father had gone to shit. Now he was dead too.

What made it worse was the laconic manner in which the information was laid out in the file, especially the final paragraph.

“WEAKNESSES: Despite an aptitude for martial arts and a proficiency with advanced tech, Kane does not bear the same mental fortitude as her predecessor. Previous to adopting the Bat Woman moniker, Kane suffered from **** and substance use issues due to her PTSD. The secret reintroduction of opioids to her body could send her into a spiral of addiction which would make her easy to manipulate or ****. Additionally, her bond with other members of the ‘Bat Family’ make them excellent targets for distraction and her self-destructive psychology means she could be convinced to sacrifice herself, to protect her wards.”

This was fucked up shit. I mean, I knew that the government kept contingency plans for superheroes. Everyone who was anyone remembered the CADMUS fiasco and the ensuing disaster caused by their self-proclaimed “Suicide Squad”.

But I didn’t know their plans involved drugging or abduction. I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the woman. Everything I’d ever heard of her, had made her out to be a military brat or a promiscuous debutante, but I suddenly wondered how much you could enjoy being wealthy, if your childhood had been shattered. Obviously not very much based on the history of **** use and drifting from relationship to relationship.

She’d even wanted to be in the service like her daddy, but had been dishonorably discharged for refusing to submit to “Don’t ask, don’t tell”. No wonder she dressed up in a suit and went out into the night to let muggers and psychopaths beat on her. Everything she’d tried before the superhero business had blown up in her face.

“Hands up!”

I was so startled, that I did as commanded, turning slowly to find Maria Hill with some massive, Sci-Fi gun that was probably against the Geneva Convention, pointed in my direction.

She lowered her weapon the second she saw my face and I let out a breath, at the realization that I was not a threat. I should have been relieved she wasn’t going to kill me. Instead, I just felt a familiar anger rising inside me.

“What are you doing in here?” She demanded.

“The job I was hired for.” I answered, picking up the file. I should have groveled and pretended to be another pencil pusher **** for promotion. But fuck that. I didn’t work for her, and it wasn’t like she could fire me either.

She pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it. “All agents stand by.”

Then she marched over to me and extended a hand, expectantly. I stared at her hand and then at the file I was holding. Then, instead of handing it to her, I drew open a drawer and returned it to the hundred or so K files from whence it had come.

She looked like she wanted to shoot me.

“Am I not allowed to visit this room?” I asked, shutting the drawer forcefully.

She didn’t flinch. “You’re not in our system.”

I had prepared for this eventuality. You didn’t con the feds without a back-up plan. “I’m a contractor, Miss Hill.”

“No one who works under me remembers hiring you.” She said, hands on her hips. What was she, my mom? How did people seriously give this bitch respect?

“None of them did hire me, Miss Hill. Is that a problem?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow. “It means you don’t have to factor my sessions into your budget. So, good for you.”

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” She demanded.

“I am Gerald Manheim.” I said, pulling out the fake ID I’d had made during the early stages of Peggy’s corruption. “I used to work at Arkham, before I decided to become a psychological consultant for meta-humans and other former vigilantes. As for the reason I’m here, you seem to already know the answer to that.”

“And that is?”

“Well, I’m here to spy on your operations and destroy everything you’ve worked for, obviously.” I said, with a sarcastic smile. “I’m here to help your organization Maria, why do you think I’m here. Yesterday, your best agent, the model of military discipline had a meltdown and nearly assaulted one of her subordinates. Now, I can see where she gets the hostility from.” I said, pointing at the pistol at her hip.

Maria’s jaw tightened. “This is not about the Captain. It’s about breaking protocol, by using her S.H.I.E.L.D. ID to enter the base.”

“Maria, I’m going to say something which I feel may be difficult for you to here.” I answered. “Fuck protocol.”

She bristled.

“I used Peggy’s ID because I’d lost my own. I didn’t realize it was going to turn into a security issue. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not carrying any weapons and I did not come onto the grounds with the intent to place a bomb or sabotage your security system.” I said. I had to dare her to search me, and prove she was as paranoid as I was implying. Otherwise it would happen anyway, and as soon as the bastard’s got a hold of my phone, all my hard work would be for nothing.

She glared at me for a long time. “While you are in this building, you will call me ‘Director Hill’, do you understand?”

“No, Maria, I don’t. I am not a member of military personnel, why is it so important to you, that I refer to you in such a specific way.” I asked, tilting my head. “Or, like that gun on your hip, is it a way of compensating for something?”

She was on the verge of over-boiling now. Good, just like Kate, her whole life revolved around being in control, of extracting information and anticipating her opponent. If I could make her this pissed off, I’d already won.

“Get out of here.” She pointed down the hallway. “And give the ID back to Peggy and then I don’t want to see you near her again.”

“I wouldn’t recommend this course of action, Maria.”

“You think I give a fuck about what you recommend?” She asked, stepping closer to me. Like Kate, she was built from years of working out and probably knew a dozen or so ways to kill me. But if I flinched, I lost all the work I’d done up until this point.

“You should, Maria. With all due respect, and I’m sure you’ll agree with this, you don’t know anything about psychology.” I leaned toward her, staring into the dark brown eyes which had probably been the last thing countless men had seen. “That’s why you hired me. And right now, Peggy Carter is at a crucial turning point, one which will effect her team-mates and could jeopardize this entire facility if handled ineffectively. Peggy wants my help, Maria, and if you **** me not to visit her on grounds, she will quit S.H.I.E.L.D. and visit me in a private capacity to continue our sessions.”

I turned away. “You on the other hand, will lose your greatest asset and experience a PR disaster which could result in the re-evaluation of your entire department. In other words, Maria, if you fire me, it will be worse for you and for S.H.I.E.L.D. and Peggy, than for me.”

Now she really did want to kill me. I wondered how many people she’d bumped off to get to this position?

“You know I could have you arrested for trespassing on government grounds? I could hold you indefinitely for threatening national security.” Maria said through gritted teeth.

“You won’t do that, Maria. Because although you dislike me and distrust my methods, you care about your agents. But more than that, you care about your image and know that if you destroy just because I don’t respect you, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.” I said, inspecting my nails. “Now, I am going to treat Peggy no matter what. But, if, the process, I am going to face this kind of combative push back for just doing my job to the best of my abilities, then I will leave this position voluntarily. I know who Peggy will choose between the two of us, director. Do you?”

There was the slightest tinge of uncertainty which twitched across her ironclad exterior.

“You know, it’s this kind of stressful and uncooperative environment, which results in exacerbating mental issues in its employees.” I informed her, strolling past her. “If you’re ego is too big to see how much you’ve contributed to Peggy’s mental decline, then I am going to have to recommend she cuts you out of her life. I can’t have her assaulting anyone else.”

“Anyone else?” She demanded.

“Oh, your agents didn’t share the security footage with you of her interrogating Batwoman just outside this building?” I asked, glancing back at her. “Yes, Peggy’s PTSD and workaholic tendencies are combining to create violent outbursts. And believe it or not, the constant surveillance on her by your department, and the micromanagement of her life, doesn’t seem to be helping. Shocking, I know.”

With that, I turned to open the door to the archive. “That’s why I came here to review Batwoman’s file, Peggy claimed the woman had been spying on this organization and I needed to know if it was her delusions again.”

“Wait…” Maria had her hand on the knob of the door before I could turn it and I could feel the warmth of her tight, well-trained body close to mine.

“I hate you.” She said, blankly. I will admit, I had not been expecting that level of bluntness. “You are an asshole.” I hadn’t expected that either. She’d pay for those comments, when I was running her entire organization and she was just another puppet dancing for my amusement.

“But you clearly know what you are doing and Peggy clearly values your consultation. So, I am willing to look past your abrasive personality, provided I see results. You are here to help her. And her unique situation requires…specific needs.” She lifted a finger. “But if you psychoanalyze me with anymore misogynistic micro-aggressive bullshit, I’ll have your medical license revoked. Do we understand each other?”

So she was trying to threaten me. Hoping to keep me under her thumb with the same kind of fear that she ruled over Peggy and the rest’s lives with. I had to smile. Sorry, Maria, but I don’t play that way.

“So, what you’re saying, is that you need my help and that you’re sorry for treating me with so much hostility?”

Her eyes bugged. I was guessing it had been a while since anyone treated her like this. Clearly, it had gone to her head. This was the real world bitch, if you wanted to play dirty, you had to be ready for a sucker punch.

“What? Now you want me to stroke your ego and tell you how much of a fucking genius you are?” She snarled.

“No, I just want you to admit that you need my help. And I’d like an apology. If I wanted to work for power-mad **** drivers, I’d have stayed at Arkham, Miss Hill.” I said.

She seemed to weigh her pride against my threats one last time and finally gave in. “Fine. I need you’re help. Happy, asshole?” (MARIA: +4)(-88 SP)

I smirked. “Maria, I know you are an intelligent and accomplished woman, but your inability to admit you made a mistake is given me, right now, the impression of a petulant child. Since you seem so concerned with the image you project, I think it would be best for me to leave and you can contact me again, when you feel like being an adult about this matter.”

I turned again, to exit the archive and she slammed the door closed. Slowly, I turned to face her expectantly. “I…apologize.” She said, with so much venom that even a kindergartener would have known it was insincere. (MARIA: +6)(-82 SP)

Still, I smiled and nodded. “Wonderful. See, that wasn’t so difficult! Now that we both respect each other, we can talk like human beings and discuss what’s best for my client. Won’t that be fun?”

She was imagining all the ways she was going to screw me. But that was alright, I was doing the exact same thing.

KARA

Kara took her time, on her flight to Metropolis. And not just because she hated what she was about to do. It was rare that she got a chance to fly over the Heartland, but since she hadn’t actually done any super hero-ing over the past three days and she’d just given Kate a whole lecture about the pointlessness of their life-long work, she figured she’d earned it.

She paused only once, to watch people in a town not unlike Smallville, going about their business. Places like this were so often forgotten, left to slowly die by those who claimed to be empathetic and enlightened. Even she had moved to the city, in hopes of helping others.

And how had that turned out? Clark had been right. This was real life. Small people doing small work in a small community, where people actually cared about each other.

Kara closed her eyes, a wave of guilt and self-loathing rolling over her at the memory of the one person she hadn’t been able to save. She had hoped, for so long, that he would come back. That he wasn’t really gone.

But everyone was right, she was just a naive farm-girl. And she hadn’t realized it until she’d lost all semblance of dignity or competence in that stupid club. She could never do what Clark had, she just wasn’t strong enough. It was better to give in, let Gerry run her life for her. At least he cared about her for who she was, and not what she did.

He also verbally abused her and **** her to expose her body. But he still cared. Not like Diana and the others, the second she didn’t get on board with their way of doing things, she’d been off the team.

She imagined them, Diana and all the women who were so **** to congratulate her for how strong she was, how capable she was. She thought about Kate. What a pair of absolute girl-bosses, a princess and an heiress, dressing up in bullet-proof armor, and going out to bludgeon and **** the poor and mentally ill. That wasn’t feminism. And if it was…well, she didn’t want any fucking part of it.

But with Gerry…with Gerry things made sense. It wasn’t just that he turned her on, in ways that no one ever had before. It was that when he gave her a command, she knew it was right thing to do. He had helped her. And if she did what he said, he could help others. The fact was that she wasn’t brave enough to do what needed to be done to fix the world. But when he told her to do something, even when it was something she didn’t want to do, she felt brave, brave enough to live her life again. To discover who she was and to change from what she’d thought she should be.

It was like the taste of oxygen in her lungs, after being in space for hours.

She quickened her flight, making it to the East Coast just in time to see the sun set on something other than the ocean.

Karen was where she’d known she’d be. At another photoshoot, showing off *Kara’s* body in sultry poses for more scandalous magazine covers. The moment Kara saw her, pushing her tits out like a pornstar begging to give a titjob, and smirking bitchily at the camera, all the hatred she’d felt from earlier in the week came rushing back, stronger than ever.

She couldn’t wait for Gerry to **** the stupid cow.

She just hoped she’d get back from Gotham in time to witness Karen’s first time being well and truly used. Kara didn’t know how, but Gerry could take away her powers. She’d felt them disappear right before he’d fucked her. And if he could do it to her, he would be able to do it to Karen too. Then she’d feel what a real cock was like, when she was just another big-breasted idiot getting railed in the ass.

Karen saw Kara through the glass windows of the studio and glared. It was enough to get a couple of the photographers turning around and as soon as they saw Supergirl, they began taking photos as well. Kara felt a little sliver of acerbic victory. Yes, Karen, everyone wants to stare at your boobies, but nobody likes you. And the second I show up, they’ll want to make my acquaintance and take pictures of me, because I’m actually nice.

Kara's hearing picked up one of the camera men asking Karen if she could convince Kara to join her, for the shoot. She pretended not to smile, as Karen launched herself out of the studio and out of the building.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Karen asked, zooming into Kara’s personal space yet again. This time though, Kara didn’t feel nearly as bad with Karen’s giant breasts shoved into her face. Maybe it was because soon she’d be able to slap and pinch and **** those ridiculous funbags mercilessly.

“I just came to check on you.” Kara said, pulling a patently false innocent face. “You left town in such a huff I wanted to know if anything was wrong.”

Karen sneered. “Sorry, Kara, but unlike National City, Metropolis actually needs protecting, so I couldn’t hang around in snooze-ville all day. How did you know I was even in the city anyway?”

Kara smirked. “Oh, I overheard your conversation with Kate over the phone and when I asked her about it, she just told me you **** her, that’s all.”

It was rare that Kara was able to get Karen to make that look of stupefied shock, that everyone gave when they’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. God, she really did have tits for brains, didn’t she? What use were god-like powers, when you were stuck in the body of a stupid slut?

“That’s bullshit and you know it!!” Karen growled.

Kara flipped her hair. “I wish I did care. But from how Kate told the story, it sounds like you’re a really terrible person. She said that she asked you a favor as a fellow member of the League, and you told her you’d only do it if she…what was the phrase? ‘Ate her out’?”

“I didn’t **** her to do anything, you spying little bitch!” Karen said, grabbing Kara arm. Geeze, did they not have irony on Earth Two? Or was Karen really this self-absorbed that she couldn’t make the connection in her head between manipulating someone into sex and physically assaulting Kara.

Kara wasn’t scared though. Not anymore. And especially not of this bimbo in a cape. So, she smiled and gently removed Karen’s hand from her arm, as she spoke to her like a toddler. “Karen, she was afraid for her safety and the safety of others…and instead of helping her like…I don’t know…a real superhero, you gave her the choice between feeling unsafe and prostituting herself for your assistance.” She leaned in close and rapped sharply on Karen’s skull with her knuckles. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, because so much of your tiny little brain is dedicated to getting people to fuck you.”

Karen slapped Kara’s hand away, nostrils flaring. Kara just grinned.

“But making someone who doesn’t want to have sex with you, have sex? That’s called ****, sweetie.”

“SHUT UP!!” Karen thrust herself closer, her eyes scintillating with the threat of her laser vision. “The only reason she wanted my help was because you were acting like a fucking sex ****!”

Kara remained calm. If it came to blows, she would play the victim. Karen would have to destroy her image and make enemies with every superheroine on the planet. And Kara (and more importantly, Gerry) would win in the end.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Karen. Kate seemed much more scared of you than me, to be honest.” Kara lied. It felt good to lie. To be a bad girl. Oh, she wanted to hold Karen down, just like she had with Kate.

“THAT’S BECAUSE SHE’S A LYING CUNT!” Karen snarled, her eyes now bright red.

Kara turned away like she didn’t care. “Anyway, I just thought you might like to know about it, before I go and talk to Diana. I figured everyone in the League would want to know what you did to one of their bravest members.”

Karen was in front of her, arms folded. “What is this? You think you can **** me or some shit? You think anyone is going to believe you after what me and Kate saw you doing?”

Kara raised an eyebrow and Karen leaned in, wearing the shit-eating grin of a 6th grade bully. “I saw you masturbating at your office, Kara, while I was spying on you for Kate.”

Kara leaned back. “I’m sorry, do you hear how pervy you sound right now?”

Karen’s grin dropped. “What?”

“Geeze, you really are depraved. First you **** someone like Kate, who couldn’t fight back if she had nuke. Then you use your X-ray vision to spy on me masturbating? You probably want to **** me too.”

“What!? No! I’m not the one-”

“You’re probably using your X-ray vision on me now, aren’t you, Karen? I mean, I knew you had a crush on me with how you’re always shoving your tits in my face, but I thought that even you, wouldn’t stoop this low…”

SMACK!

Kara’s head whipped back at the impact of the strike and she felt her teeth jostle and tasted iron on her tongue. She turned, reaching up to touch the bruising spot on her skin where Karen had struck her.

Then she smiled. “Go ahead, Karen, you can beat me up as much as you want, it won’t stop everyone from knowing what a pathetic sex-pervert you are.”

Karen was on her in a split second, grabbing her collar in one hand and her hair in the other, her nose twitching, her bare teeth showing.

“I DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD, YOU NOSY BITCH!!”

Kara stared into the hateful eyes of Power Girl and almost felt bad for her. It must have been so hard, losing everything you knew, trying to hard to make this new place home, only to find out there was a pretty, more likable version of yourself already out there, and sorry, everyone preferred her. No wonder she dressed like a whore, sex appeal was literally the only thing she had going for her.

Well, that was alright. Gerry would strip away all those insecurities. Maybe he’d turn her into an actual whore and make her work for all the money she made. Or maybe he’d let Kara play with her, treat her like a little sister. Like a stupid, slutty little sister **** for her to whore out whenever she felt like. She couldn’t wait to decorate her little bimbo, she’d cover those massive mammaries in so many piercings and embarrassing tattoos, Karen would be embarrassed to ever show her cleavage again. But Kara would make her, she’d make her show her breasts and her ass and wiggle them for a crowd, while she licked Kara’s fucking feet like the pathetic pervert she was.

Kara smiled, her teeth stained pink and played her trump card. “At least I didn’t try to fuck my cousin.”

Karen paled, her whole body trembling with rage and disgust. Kara could tell she wanted to go all out on her. She just needed that extra little push.

“Ooh, that can be you’re new name. Instead of Power Woman, you can re-name yourself to Cousin-fucker! Then everyone will know how much of an incestuous, boob-brained idiot you are.” Kara said, brightening as if she’d just thought of the idea. “Oh, I’m sorry, Kare, was that mean? Does that make you sad? It’s not very fun treating someone like shit when they can actually fight back, is it? Well, don’t worry…” Kara leaned in and whispered so quietly that only Karen’s advanced hearing would pick it up. “I wanted to fuck him too, Karen. The only difference is that he actually liked me.”

The punch which happened next sent Kara crashing through the building where Karen’s photo-shoot had once been, smashing through the massive glass windows, tearing through plaster, wood, and marble, and shattering the structural integrity of two floors. The punch was so forceful, that Kara didn’t stop until she crashed into an elevator, jerking it to a stop mid-descent and making a massive dent in the side.

While Kara was recovering and glancing upward to check if the wires holding up the elevator were going to snap, or if the floors she’d been thrown through were in danger of collapse, a white and blonde blur grabbed hold of her at a speed approaching that of light and Kara experienced for the first time in her life, whiplash, as she was dragged out of the building and kicked across the sky-line of Metropolis and into the city’s crowded bay. Her body skipped across the water, before she tore through a buoy, and fell beneath the waves. As a Kryptonian, she could hold her breath almost indefinitely. After all, she needed solar radiation more than she needed oxygen. However, the kick from her alternate self had winded her so spectacularly, that she was unable to close her mouth in time. And as her lungs filled with the salty water, she allowed her limp body to descend, smiling slightly.

She had done what Gerry wanted. And it felt real good to finally tell the cow off.

MARIA

Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Whoever he was, they had no Intel on him, which was the most impressive thing about him. But why was he playing these juvenile mind-games with her? He must have known he could win against her. And even if he did, what did he stand to gain?

“The first thing I need to help Peggy recover, is to hold a group therapy session between her, Miss Bishop and Miss Morse.”

“That’s not happening.” Maria answered. “I’m not making Bobbi go through that again.”

Manheim (the doctor part was still dubious at this junction) raised his hands. “I understand, Maria…but all I’m asking is for a chance for Miss Morse to express her resentment and for Peggy to apologize for her behavior. Otherwise, they will be unable, either of them, to move forward.”

“I told you, no.” Maria said. “Next request.”

He looked briefly like he wanted to throttle her. Then he smirked, all his grating condescending returning. “What if I invite you to come as well, Director Hill? You can supervise and if you find my methods are unsatisfactory, you can fire me on the spot.”

Did he really think she was this easy to manipulate?

“I can fire you on the spot right now, asshole.”

He shrugged. “Yes, but…if my methods are faulty, then Peggy will see that, and no longer seek my services. But, if you deny me this chance to create closure between the team members, you won’t be able to send either Peggy or Bobbi out on the same mission, without the possibility of their history threatening their goals. I need you’re help to make this work, Maria, otherwise an irreversible trauma could be created, which could render both agents inoperable.”

She pretended that he was speaking in hyperbole. She tried not to think about Natasha and all the other agents who’d cracked under the pressure, who’d turned on each other and been turned on by the agency.

“And why does Agent Hawkeye need to be present for this?” She asked.

“Miss Bishop needs to see that you are addressing her concerns about Peggy’s psychological state.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “I interviewed her about Peggy on my last visit and she told me that she looks up to Captain Britain…and more than that, she views her as a mother figure. If this rift isn’t healed, it have major effects on her ability to obey authority in this institution.”

She felt a little relieved that he was willing to reveal secrets from his little therapy sessions with her. That meant he was more of a rat and less of a dreamer, which made him fit in better around here.

Still, she was **** to put more of her agents in his psychological care. And to be honest, she didn’t like the idea of taking time out of her schedule to make sure that Bobbi didn’t claw Peggy’s eyes out. Or to even leave the base, she was safe inside the base. Outside it…that was for field agents.

“Come now, Director, I am trying to work with you, to accommodate your concerns while addressing the problem. If you stonewall me, things will only fester and further disrupt your workplace.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Fine. Tomorrow, at 1, at Peggy’s cottage. No later.”

Manheim smiled. “Of course, Director, but I do have a couple more requests.”

“Uggggh, what do you want a fainting couch?”

He let out a little chuckle. “No, Miss Hill. But I would appreciate it if you would stop spying on my client.”

Maria smirked. “Oh, you mean the bugs? That was only to make sure she really was Captain Britain when we first uncovered her. We haven’t bugged the Captain’s cottage in years.”

“I’m sure you haven’t. But I’m talking about the guards posted outside her cottage.”

“Those are there for security, Dr. As I’m sure you know, there are lot of people who want her dead.”

“And as I’m sure you know, she can defend herself better than any of the men you post outside her door. I understand your compulsion to hide your actions behind a smoke-screen, Miss Hill. But you will only be able to assure trust from your employees when you own up to your deceptions.”

“Oh, fuck you. Do you have any idea how pretentious you sound right now?”

“Maria, this is what I was talking about in terms of uncooperativeness. I don’t want you to spill state secrets, I just want you to admit that you are lying.”

She gritted her teeth. God, this was stupid. Fine, she could say what he wanted her to, as long as it meant this conversation ended faster. “Alright, yes, of course we’re spying on her. And its a good thing we are considering her recent behavior.” (MARIA: +3)(-79 SP)

“At the moment, your obvious efforts to reassure your own paranoia, is exacerbating my client's psychological issues. You are making her feel like a toy of your organization and contributing to her cabin fever and her resentment toward you, Director.” His face was suddenly serious.

What did he think she was an idiot? Like she was going to enter an unbugged area, with no backup nearby? It was an obvious trap.

On the other hand, although this man was anonymous, he wasn’t particularly powerful. The sensors in the building hadn’t picked up any meta-human energy from him. And she’d have Elizabeth and Bobbi there are back-up.

“Very well, I will remove the guards from her cottage. Will that be all, Mr. Manheim, or would you also like an attractive blonde assistant to dote on you?” Maria asked, folding her arms.

He grinned, like he knew a secret and she didn’t. “Oh no, Miss Hill. That won’t be necessary.”

Once he was gone, she made her way to the gym, where she found Bobbi, bench pressing two ton-weights.

“Hey, Morse!”

Bobbi looked up from her workout to glare at Maria and then returned to her exercise. “Fuck off, Hill.”

Maria sauntered up to her and quirked her head. “You know, this sour grapes attitude is only hurting your chances for promotion.”

“Ha!” She increased the speed of her work, without even breaking a sweat. “That’s a good one, Maria. You know, I seem to recall Fury saying something similar to me…about twenty fucking years ago.”

Maria sighed. She was too tired, from dealing with Manheim’s obvious sexism, to bother with Bobbi’s resentment.

“As I’ve told you previously, Bobbi…you are our most highly paid, and highly decorated, I might add, agent.” Maria said, leaning over the glowering blonde. “Now, if you showed the slightest maturity, the leadership position which you so obviously feel you are entitled to, would be yours. Trust me, I would love it if the current leader of this squad wasn’t a member of the silent generation that I have to babysit, to make sure she doesn’t get us defunded.”

Bobbi rolled her eyes and continued the mechanical motion of lifting the weights. “I guess I should just quit, then, huh?”

“That’s not how it works…and you know it.” Maria said, eyes narrowing.

There was a clang as Bobbi chucked the weights off her chest, denting the far concrete wall.

Maria winced at the clatter and then joked. “That’s coming out of your paycheck, Morse.”

“Fuck you, Hill!” Bobbi leaped to her feet turning on Maria and moving closer than anyone should move to a former assassin. “When Fury was in charge, he said I was ready to lead Alpha team. The only reason I don’t, is because you dug that bitch up out of the ice. And now, after seventy years of working here, you still treat me like I’m a fucking rookie. I’ve been here longer than you have, Maria, I deserve that promotion, not more bullshit excuses.”

Maria remained unimpressed by the attempted intimidation tactics and merely coughed lightly. “Would you prefer I throw you off the team, Bobbi? Send you back to Central America, sniffing out ****-lords. I seem to remember you liked it there, from how much you talked about the mosquitoes and the locals?”

Bobbi winced but stood her ground.

“Fury made you a promise. But Fury’s not in charge anymore Bobbi. I am.” Maria stepped forward, forcing the taller woman to back-peddle. “I make the rules here. And it doesn’t matter that you’ve been here longer than me, Bobbi, because you still act like a spoiled brat!”

Bobbi snarled but Maria didn’t let her get a word in. “You are the strongest agent we have, but you are also still, lazy, undisciplined, headstrong and…disrespectful, to say the least, of authority. Now, we have put up with your on and off schedule, your liaisons with various heroes, including while on the clock. I have put up with it because you are useful and you have experience…”

She balled her hands into fists. “What you lack, Bobbi, is the slightest bit of self-reflection. Everyone in this building has been shot at, half of them have been tortured for information. And you have the audacity to come to me, like you’re going to file a fucking HR complaint, about Peggy tossing a couple slurs your way? Like what, we work at a cupcake factory? Not to mention, your transparent attempts to use Peggy’s mental state to further your career.”

Maria turned away. “Tomorrow, at noon, you are going to come to Peggy’s house. You are going to tell her whatever she needs to hear to get back to being the morally upright individual we both know her to be. And then, she is going apologize to you, and you are going to accept it.” She turned back toward her. “And unless you want to end up on Ross duty, in Alaska, you’ll fucking smile.”

She turned away and marched toward the door. “No one here is irreplaceable, Bobbi. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you are.”

As she walked down the hallway, she heard the clanging sound of Agent Mockingbird destroying more expensive gym equipment and shook her head. She swore, sometimes it was like running a kindergarten around here.

GERRY

Well, that certainly moved up my time-line. I’d hoped to break Bobbi and Elizabeth and then turn them against their boss. Now I somehow had to get them both of them on my side by tomorrow. If I had both Kara and Peggy helping me, I might be able to do it, but since Kara would be more than a little busy over the next few days, I had a feeling that wouldn’t be an option.

Regardless, it was time to pick traits for Kate. The first one was obviously Daddy’s Little Girl. The woman needed something to lean on, a daddy who would punish and humiliate her, but who wouldn’t abandon her or lie to her about what was important. Besides, combo-ed nicely with the Spending Lock.

For the second choice, it was a harder pick. Taking away her make-up would strip away her orientation quicker, make her more pliable. But if I was being honest, I needed her. I needed her to be like Kara. I needed another misogynistic helper, this one clever instead of powerful, to help me recruit all her hot little minions. Batgirl, Robin, what was the name of that other one? Bluejay, I think. I wanted them on my side and I knew that making her hate her own gender would help me. She’d want to **** them for not opening up their pussies to her, and she’d need my permission. She’d still be reliant on me for an orgasm, still cucked in a way as she watched me fuck all the women she wasn’t allowed to.

But she would be on my side, all her training and intelligence serving my purpose.

Maybe she could even help me think up a solution for my problem with Maria and Bobbi.

I selected A for the first choice and B for the second.

I was glad to find that although I hadn’t been able to squeeze enough points out of my interaction with Maria to unlock an orgasm lock, I had effected her enough to earn a trait.

New trait unlocked for Maria Hill!

“BAD BOSS”

ROUTE A: MINDFUCKED or “PR DISASTER”

While around the user, the subject will commit humiliating social gaffes which reflect badly on them as a leader and on any organizations which they manage. The extremity of these gaffes will be proportional to their submission points.

ROUTE B: OBSESSED or “WORKPLACE PARANOIA”

The more Submission Points toward the user the subject has, the more they will distrust all employees other than the user, believing that everyone has it out for them. The severity of these delusions will be proportional to their Submission Points toward the user.

Well, those were certainly interesting prospects. The first one sounded more funny than useful, but the second could also be difficult to control. Then again, I wanted Maria to seem incompetent to all her employees, it would make it easier to bring her under my heel. And who exactly was I worried about noticing that she’d changed? She was the top of the food chain around here, heck, being paranoid was probably a job requirement and I had no doubt that she already didn’t trust her employees from the way she treated them.

I’d have to think it over. I couldn’t afford to be hasty with someone with this much power and a score of -79. I knew she didn’t trust me. The only reason she’d let me walk out of the building alive was because she wanted me to think that she did trust me, so she could find out what my goals were and who I might be working for. Fucking spies, man.

Maybe I’d ask Peggy about her, see what she knew about the bitch who’d been running her life since she came out of the ice.

Just as I approached the car, ready to head back to Peggy’s cottage and prepare for Elizabeth’s indoctrination into my little cult, I saw the look in her eyes. The tears rolling down her cheeks.

I opened the door and slid inside. “What’s wrong?”

She turned to me. “I…I don’t want to hurt Elizabeth…”

I rolled my eyes. “I know, I told you that wasn’t going to happen.”

“I did it again!” She exclaimed, grabbing my hard enough to make it go numb. “I did what you said, I punished Batwoman like you wanted…and then…then I started hurling insults at her. I don’t know why, I don’t know how…I just started hating her, hating everything about her. And-and the worse part was that I hated myself…I hated that I was soldier…I hated that I never got married…I hated myself for living in this, terrible, terrible time…I don’t want to hurt anyone, doctor. Please don’t let me hurt Elizabeth, I don’t want to hate like that again.”

“Peggy…you’re hurting me.” I said, as kindly as I could with the pain of her grasp pinching my arm.

She recoiled, letting go of my arm and cowering, probably expecting I was going to punish her.

“Please…doctor…I’ll do anything…but you have to call off the dinner. I couldn’t…I can’t…I don’t want to hurt her too. I couldn’t stand it!”

I re-assessed my view of the massive woman in the chair next to me for a moment. It looked like I might not have to upgrade Elizabeth’s trait after all, because it seemed like Peggy already had maternal feelings toward the young woman.

I was also realizing that switching her in and out of Tolerance Lock mode was having serious repercussions on her mentally. That combined with how easily gaslit she was, her entire sense of reality and morality was probably crumbling around her.

There were a number of ways to handle this. I could gas-light her into thinking she hadn’t said anything inappropriate to Kate. I could take advantage of her War-Time Worker trait, to convince her that she wasn’t suited to be a superhero anymore. That might help me get her on board for humiliating and enslaving Maria, because that bitch wasn’t going to let Peggy retire without a fight.

And then there was the nuclear option. I could switch the Tolerance Lock on permanently. I could strip away all her acceptance and turn her into a nostalgic, ultra-conservative disciplinarian. That would definitely help get rid of Maria. There was no way that Peggy, who scared me a little when she was in that “mode”, would accept orders from a female boss.

Turning her into that, it had appeal. I wanted to see her humiliate more superheroines, talk down to them, treat them like children and second-class citizens. I wanted her shining beacon as the standard for all super-heroines torn down and replaced with a horrific mockery of it. And the best part was that she would enjoy it. She would call me **** dykes “conversion therapy.” She would say me enslaving powerful black ladies was “putting them in their place.”

It was tempting. But it also might screw up everything, if I did it before I brought her to +100 SP.

Author's Note: Enjoy some emotional porn!

This one was the tough decision, I went back and forth on where I wanted Kate on the sliding scale of patheticness vs dominance. There were 6 votes in the comments section for AA, 6 for AB and 5 for BB. So, I figured that AB was a good compromise.

I too wanted to add some hot cuckquean action into the story. But rest assured there will have plenty of that when we get to characters with pre-established relationships, like Oracle and Black Canary, Moondragon and Quasar and so on.