Back at the Fortress of Solitude ("WHO WEARS THE PANTS?")

JESS

Jess Drew stood on the boardwalk staring into the bottom of a trash can. She’d come a long way from beating up muggers in the New York alleys. Still, she had moments like these when she missed the excitement of being a PI, of not having a check waiting for her on her desk with “Employee of the United States Government” printed on it.

Without concern for what protists might call the metal can home, she stuck a gloved hand inside and scooped up the beacon that Maria had activated. As she stared at the blinking red screen on its surface, an homeless man, failing to notice that Jess was dressed in a red and yellow leotard and surrounded by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., approached.

“’Scuse me, do you have a dollar?”

She looked over at him, his face barely illuminated in the neon glow of the nearby strip club. He had a gray beard that was probably once thick, but which, like the rest of him, had grown scraggly and sallow from neglect. Her eyes were drawn, temporarily, to the badge sewn into his jacket, a piece of white and red fabric with VET written in misshapen letters.

“Sorry. I’ve got no pockets on this thing.” Jess said, gesturing to the waist of the bright red latex which snugly accentuated her muscular form.

The man’s eyes narrowed and he turned away with a sneer. “Bitch.”

There was a barely perceptible sound, of metal against metal. Then a saber as long as Jess’ arm was just beneath the man’s jaw.

“You American men seem to have forgotten the correct manner to address a lady.” Said a thickly Eastern European accented voice. “Apologize. Now.”

It was Silvija. Jess and her must have been agents too long, because Jess was beginning to almost anticipate her sociopathic disregard for social convention.

Rolling her eyes beneath her mask, Jess put a hand on the forearm of the shorter, much slighter woman, who was nonetheless wielding an adamantium-edged sword. “Leave him alone, Sil.”

The man stared, terrified at Silvija and then at Jess. He waited until Silvija gave Jess a disappointed look to leap out of range of the blade and disappear into the oozing ink of the night at a terrified sprint.

“You are too merciful. I have always said it.” Silvija said, as she sheathed her saber and fixed her sleek, metallic white hair.

“Decapitating hobos is a little bit beyond not being a push-over don’t you think?” Jess asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I was not going to kill him.” Silvija said, with an annoyed glare at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who’d watched the proceedings and who scattered in different directions when they realized she’d noticed their observation. “Merely ask him if he saw a woman matching Maria’s description. Now because of you, he has gotten away.”

Jess sighed. “I’m gonna guess he couldn’t tell us much about what happened here.”

“All the same…you should not let men boss you around like that.” Silvija said. “When my father refused to allow me to join his squad of Nazi hunters, I stole dynamite and blew up a jeep just to prove to him I could do it.”

Jess covered her face. “Yes, Sil. You’ve told us all the demolitions story before. Can we focus on finding actual clues to who might have taken Maria…and also what the hell she was doing out here, alone, to begin with?”

Silvija shrugged. “I am merely stating facts. If you do not show men that you mean business, they will treat you like dirt. Bobbi would have never allowed such an insult to go unanswered.”

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BOBBI

Bobbi Morse had entered hell. She was sure of it now. She had been awake so long, been fucked so thoroughly, she had passed in and out of consciousness so many times, that she had lost all notion of time and place.

She had woken up in the icy prison to find out that it was her destiny to be repeatedly raped by this god-like machine.

And now her powers were gone and she was blind-folded. Someone was holding her upright, one hand on the hair, the other wrapped around her midsection. Whoever they were, they held her as tightly as the Super-bot had. But they weren’t mechanical. She could feel their sweat sliding down the knuckles pressed to her skull and dampening her scalp.

And she could feel their breath tickling the back of her neck.

The redhead was there too (Bobbi was 99% sure she was Kate Kane, the infamously libertine inheritor of the Wayne Fortune, which only added to the strangeness of the scenario). Bobbi had endured her touch long enough to identify that it was her kissing and tugging at her breasts once more. She was being much more gentle now for some reason. Perhaps she’d been instructed to switch tactics? Her bites were closer to nibbles, and the circling of her tongue over the curve of each tit was so much more patient, allowing Bobbi to bask in the languid warmth emanating from her touch.

Whatever they’d done to Bobbi earlier, whatever had been done to take Bobbi’s powers away, it had caused her nipples to become more sensitive. It had also made them feel fuller, even though that didn’t make any sense. It must have been an misconception, brought on by the loss of her powers. Without super-strength, her breasts felt heavier. And without her healing factor, the roughness of her earlier violation had left all her erogenous zones aching.

The ache in her breasts was different though. It reminded her of how they had felt when she was first going through puberty, before she had fully filled out, when even the softness of a training bra had been too intense for her.

Despite everything she had been through in the past 24 hours, despite all the mind-boggling rape she’d been subjected to, she could feel herself getting turned on. Again. The kisses against the underside of her breasts. The teasing trace of fingers along the rim of her areola. Before there had been only hatred, too vicious to ever be mistaken for erotic.

Now, everything was so…passionate. There was still an edge of menace to it, every time those teeth glided against the fat of her tit-flesh, she could feel that barely hidden antagonism, eager to bite down hard and drag a scream out of her. But that served only to whet the excitement.

Bobbi hadn’t been worshiped like this in years. And the worst part of it was the bitchy little giggles coming from her diabolic disciple, who seemed intimately aware of how difficult it was for Bobbi to avoid moaning in appreciation.

She was on the verge of being unable to keep her mouth closed, when something wet and paper bounced against her lower lip.

“Drink.” Said the man. “Dr. Manheim”. Who knows what his real name was…but he wanted her to drink something? What did he think she was stupid? She had a PhD. She had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. longer than anyone.

She jerked her chin in the direction of what must have been a cup and launched a loogie in hopefully, the face of the man.

Two hands wrapped around her thighs and the hand on her hair tightened, bring her face up. She prepared herself, for another hand to force her jaws open so the drink could be dumped down her throat.

But that never happened, instead she felt a hand dig into her left tit and violently twist it. She shrieked, her legs kicking but unable to break free of the grip on her hair and the one of her thighs. Her hands struggled uselessly against soft velvet ropes, the kind she’d normally be able to snap without breaking a sweat, as the hand continued to twist and yank at her breast.

“How dare you! He is your superior!”

It was Peggy. Peggy Fucking Carter was tugging on her tit and spitting in her face. She continued to struggle, as Peggy switched breasts grabbing the other one with equal disdain and pincering it with her fingernails.

Bobbi screamed and shook her head.

The breathing on the back of her throat got closer and an unfamiliar, rustic voice, husky with lust sneered into her ear. “Drink the damn cup, ya jezebel. Ya’ll drop dead a thirst soon if’n ya don’t.”

Kate began pressing her perfect lips to Bobbi’s thighs, working her way closer to her still sore pussy. “Do what he says…” She said in a silky voice. “…the more you resist, the harder it’ll be.”

“You disgust me.” Peggy said, releasing her grip on Bobbi’s tit only to begin slapping them back and forth like a racket ball. “Honestly, I wish I was wearing gloves right now so I didn’t have to touch your dirty hide.”

She punctuated the sentiment with another, hard slap to both tits which made Bobbi let out a strangled shriek.

“I can’t believe Fury was ever stupid enough to hire you. You seduced him, didn’t you? I bet that’s how you got through college, how you convinced a man to pretend that you could be a scientist. You know my mother marched so that we could vote. I’m just glad she’s not still around to see what slags like you did with the freedom. It’s bad enough that you flaunt this body and sleep with any man who looks your way. But for you to try to seduce Elizabeth, to turn her into a strumpet like yourself, just so that you can slither beneath her skirts…all I can say is that I’m glad Dr. Manheim is willing to rehabilitate you, because otherwise you’d spend the rest of your days locked up.”

“Oh, so is that the game…?” Asked Kate, her latest kiss just short of Bobbi’s pussy. “Oh, you half-dykes are worse than straight bitches. You say that you like girls, but you don’t go to lesbian bars. You don’t dress up for girls, you dress up for men. I can’t imagine how many pricks have slid into this slutty cunt…”

“Yeah, we got words back home for girls like her…HUSSY!” Shouted the unidentified girl in Bobbi’s ear. “Ya act like they’re bettah than the rest a’us. Like ya can just fuck every stud in town and get away with it. Ya sure are one dumb bitch, ain’t ya?”

Kate pressed her lips to Bobbi’s still inflamed flower. Bobbi could just imagine her little face, grinning up at her. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted three beautiful women, slapping you around, kissing you all over. Treating you like the little slut you are.”

Bobbi felt like she was having an out of body experience. All the pain and pleasure assaulting her body, all the insults permeating her mind. It was too much. She wanted to slip back into unconsciousness. She had been trained for torture. But not this…this, whatever this was…it was too much, blocking out all thought, turning her entire body into a slave to sensation.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had prepared Bobbi for genital mutilation by making her sit on a device that electrocuted her between her thighs (although they’d never thought to shove a vibrator up her ass and leave it there for six fucking hours). She had become to accustomed to her healing factor. She had forgotten how bad real pain could be.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had also trained her to endure psychological torture, including verbal assaults, by having her listen to recordings of people screaming slurs at her for hours. But the recordings had been too loud, too indistinct, for individual voices to be identified. It was somehow so much worse to feel the hatred oozing out of a few people than a crowd.

Probably because those few were groping her while they insulted her. Her continuous powerlessness against her own rape was bringing back long buried memories. And it was peeling away her resistance by disassociating her from her own body.

“Ah…ah…I’m sorry!” She shouted, still trying to pull herself out of their grasps. (BOBBI: +2 SP)(+4)

There was a slap to her face. “Are you gonna drink the fuckin’ coco?” Asked the third voice.

Bobbi nodded, numbly. They had already demonstrated they could take her powers away, which meant they could kill her easily. Part of her wanted to stay loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D., to refuse their attempts to drug her and brainwash her.

But a deeper part of her just wanted this to end.

She felt the cup return to her lips and opened her mouth to sip. (BOBBI: +6 SP)(+10) The hot chocolate within was a gift from Heaven. Almost instantly the numbness across her body fled, before from the heat trickling through her body. She’d expected to be able to taste whatever poison was surely in the cup, but the only thing she could perceive as unusual amongst the creamy sweetness was a hint of saltiness. Perhaps they’d sprinkled some coco powder on top to mask the drug beneath.

Whatever the case, the drink had two reactions. As soon as she drank it, she could feel her powers returning, strength filling her limbs, the soreness in her bones beginning to fade. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth.

The second reaction was that the warmth filling her throat and stomach shifted, rising up into her chest and drawing down into her groin, until, somehow, despite the biting cold, her nipples stiffened. And somehow, again, despite her state, despite her hunger and her exhaustion, a pulse of pleasure was spreading through her again.

Beneath her blindfold, she scrunched her eyelids closed. What was wrong with her? What had they done to her to make her get aroused at this treatment?

Before she had long to consider what aphrodesiacs she had just ingested, someone yanked the blindfold off and her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the ambient artificial lighting.

Maria had joined her.

Maria was tied to a metal folding chair, five feet away from her. Hands bound behind her, a gag in her mouth, a blindfold covering her eyes. She’d been stripped, and put into a thick fur coat just like Bobbi, one which allowed ample access to her most sensitive spots when not buttoned shut.

The redhead bitch was at her feet, nuzzling against Bobbi’s inner thigh even as she tittered over her misery. And Supergirl was there too, she was the one with her fingers wrapped around Bobbi’s hair, the one who’d been speaking like a trailer park prostitute. She wasn’t looking at Bobbi though, her eyes were focused hungrily on Maria.

And Peggy…of all the people that Bobbi might have expected to have been part of this…whatever the fuck this was (she was guessing sex-cult at the moment), she never would have expected Peggy to be this into it. She had always thought there was something creepy about how old fashioned Peggy was. Still, she’d never thought she could not only dwell, but thrive surrounded by so much depravity.

Right now, she looked happier than Bobbi had ever seen her.

“When are we gonna break ya new bitch in?” Supergirl asked, as Kate, noticing Bobbi’s excitement gave her a mischievous smile and began to coo and nip at her pussy lips with deliberate dilatoriness.

“Now you’re just hurting Bobbi’s feelings.” Chided the man. “We barely started on our latest slave and you already want to skip to her boss. Who isn’t nearly so well-endowed in any case.”

Supergirl…the thing that had been Supergirl smirked like a spoiled little brat who knew she was about to get her way and leaned forward, pushing her breasts together and rubbing her cleavage against the back of Bobbi’s shoulder and neck. “Aw, c’mon…this one’s so borin’…there ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout her, she’s just anotha tramp.”

Bobbi let out a hiss as Kate excavated a particularly sensitive area.

The man grinned. “That may be so, but the more we work on her now, the more helpful she’ll be when we’re dealing with Power-Tits.”

Supergirl bit her lip and her eyes seethed with lust. She dug her fingers into Bobbi’s shoulders and pulled herself taught to Bobbi, so that Bobbi despite the two layers of clothing between them, Bobbi was intimately aware of the softness of Supergirls steel tits squashed against her back.

“Ya bettah do what Daddy says, or I’ma gonna make Peggy’s whuppin’ feel downright gentle.” Supergirl growled, rubbing her breasts up down the curve of spine.

Bobbi groaned, torn between terror and arousal, largely thanks to the redheaded devil snaking her tongue into Bobbi’s most neglected crevices. Manheim smiled at Supergirl and Bobbi was almost too distracted to pick up on the fondness in his eyes. It made her want to scream. All of this was too depraved, too unnatural. Emotions like love had no business being anywhere nearby.

“Captain, I think Maria here is feeling neglected. Why don’t you bring her closer to the action?” He said.

Peggy, who’d been standing beside Bobbi all this time, watching the wanton depravity of her accomplices with a sneer, did as commanded, marching over and grabbing Maria by her hair. Maria squealed into her gag and thrashed against her bonds as her chair was dragged across the ice and swiveled so that she was less than a foot from Bobbi, with Kate’s barely clothed body between them.

If Bobbi hadn’t been trying so hard to give her tormentors the satisfaction of further moans, she might have called out something to comfort Maria. On the other hand, she was having a hard time coming up with anything spunky or badass to say in the current circumstances.

Manheim rewarded Peggy by grabbing her by the hair as roughly as she had manipulated Maria a moment earlier and blatantly groping her tits as he forced her to kiss him. The worst part was after they parted though, when Bobbi saw the look on Peggy’s face. It was a hideous mixture of unfiltered arousal and unabashed adoration and for a second Bobbi thought that Peggy might have creamed herself at the meager touch.

“Love you…” She cried in a guttural moan.

“Of course, you do.” Manheim said. “Kate, switch spies. I want you to start working on miss high and mighty here.”

Kate paused and reluctantly detached herself from Bobbi. She gave her one last, smoky, seductive look and wiped her lips, before turning to repeat her performance verbatim on the still bound Maria.

“You’ve got two choices now, Bobbi.” Manheim said his hand still around Peggy’s waist, pulling her close to him. Supergirl chose that moment to begin to grope and pinch at Bobbi’s midsection, her hands gravitating up to her breasts. “You can either sit there and watch Katiekins give your boss orgasm after orgasm. Or you can beg for her tongue, and you’ll remain the one being abused. Your choice.”

Bobbi just stared as Maria began to twist and pull at her binds, as Kate bit and suckled at her smooth thighs, nibbling her way up to Maria’s slit.

“I’ll tell you what. If you selflessly sacrifice your own pleasure, if you choose to allow Maria to get to ten orgasms while you do nothing but get to watch, I’ll let Maria go and you can stay here and remain our denied fuck-doll.”

Peggy snorted. “If it’s between pride and pleasure she’ll always go with the former, sir. She killed a man after he made her fall in love with him.”

Manheim smiled at Peggy and raised an eyebrow. “Made her fall in love?”

Peggy nodded, eager to be useful. “With a potion. She claims that it was rape, him using a love potion to make her want to have sex with him. Personally, I think she exaggerated the whole thing. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it in the moment anyway.”

Bobbi gritted her teeth as Supergirl began to pull and pluck at the underside of each teat.

“So, you were just stupid enough to get turned into a science experiment by S.H.I.E.L.D., you were also stupid enough to drink a love potion, huh? You must be the worst agent in S.H.I.E.L.D.” Manheim asked.

“’Course she is. All yer fancy educatin’ don’t make ya anythin’ more than a bit uh breedin’ stock.” Supergirl drawled as she wrapped each hand around Bobbi’s now obviously bloated tits.

The haze of shame and rage clouding Bobbi’s mind was briefly interrupted by Maria’s final, desperate attempts to escape the chair and Kate’s tongue, before she was brought to shuddering defeat. Bobbi’s hatred was briefly turned toward her superior. Here she was, holding out for what felt like days against these bastards and Maria had the fucking indignity to cum after what, two minutes?

Bobbi closed her eyes trying to focus on that, to let her fury distract her from the reality of the pleasure overriding her senses. They had definitely done something to her breasts. Supergirl’s touch shouldn’t have felt this good. This…naughty.

“I know you can hear me, Director Hill. Why don’t you thank me through that gag of yours for having one of my fuck-slaves bring you to orgasm?” Manheim asked.

Maria didn’t respond, she was too busy huffing through her nostrils, laying back in attempted recovery, even as Kate continued to lick and slurp at her center.

“He gave you an order, cunt!” Peggy said, backhanding Maria hard enough to send her toppling over onto the icy floor.

Bobbi could see the mark on Maria’s face, the redness where Peggy’s hand had struck her, which was sure to blossom into an unsightly bruise reminiscent of the most atrocious domestic abuse.

“You look so maternal when you do that.” Manheim said with a grin, digging his hand down the front of Peggy’s trousers. She let out a low groan and her eyes fluttered closed.

Kate remained dissuaded, and as soon as she’d recovered from her prize being jerked away from her, she dug back in.

“Tell me more about this man you killed.” Manheim said, as he squeezed Peggy’s breasts with one hand, while he dug his fingers into her snatch with the other.

Bobbi ignored him, focusing on not squirming any more than she already was.

“Do what he says!” Peggy snarled, all soft enjoyment fading the moment that Bobbi disobeyed her again. “He is your superior…hmmm…in every way…in every form…he’s trying to help you, you stupid brat!”

Supergirl must not have been a big fan of Bobbi’s lack of response either, because she grabbed Bobbi’s left nipple and tugged hard, distorting each already over-engorged tit until Bobbi screamed.

“I tell you what Bobbi, you tell me about the man right now and I won’t take away your powers again.”

Bobbi gritted her teeth together, breathing hard through her nostrils and her mouth in a vain attempt to dissipate the agony in her chest.

“Go awn.” Said Supergirl, letting go of Bobbi’s hair and jerking her off her feet by one taught teat.

Bobbi screamed again and kicked her suspended legs wildly. “Ahhh! Ahh! It-it was during the Time Crisis. I got stuck in the past and he-he gave me a drink that made me forget everything. My job, my family, my husband, everything...” (BOBBI: +8 SP)(+18)

“I didn’t ask about you, I asked about him.” Manheim clarified as Peggy began to quiver and grind against him, despite the fact she was over a foot taller than he was.

Bobbi squealed, her breast aching harder than any bullet wound she’d ever endured. “He was a cowboy! We were in the old west and he was a cowboy.”

“No, you stupid bitch!” Manheim curled his fingers into Peggy and she gasped like she’d been winded. “What was he like in bed. What did he do to you?”

Bobbi sobbed, clawing now uselessly at Supergirl’s hand, which was hard enough for her to snap her fingernails on before she ever drew blood.

“AH! We fucked! We fucked outdoors! I-I convinced him to fuck me in the ass!” (BOBBI: +16 SP)(+34)

“And how did you feel when you were with him? When you were in love with him, what did you think was happening?” Manheim asked, shoving Peggy to the floor and yanking down his trousers so he could begin fucking her right in front of Bobbi, inches away from where Maria was still squirming and moaning beneath Kate’s talented tonsils.

“I-I was happy…” Bobbi’s breast was going numb from the pain. There were tears and snot dribbling down her face. She realized then she hadn’t cried in years. What was wrong with her? “I thought he was my soul-mate…” (BOBBI: +20 SP)(+54)

Supergirl dropped Bobbi like a sack of potatoes and grinned up at Manheim as he began to thrust hard into Peggy’s crooning form. “She really is a stupid whore, ain’t she?”

Bobbi barely heard her, she was too busy pressing her breast against the frozen floor, letting the ice sooth the bruised flesh.

“Aw, don’t be so mean, Kara. Go ahead and give Agent Morse the Kate Kane treatment. She deserves a reward for being so honest with us.” Manheim said as he grabbed Peggy’s hair, making her grunt like an animal.

Bobbi felt the two hands which had just been tormenting her chest wrap flip up the fur coat pooling around her. Then they tightened around her well-toned thighs, forcing them open and dragging her exposed ass and still damp pussy backwards and up against an eager young face.

“Now, you kill him after you woke up and realized he wasn’t soulmate material, right?” Manheim asked.

Bobbi nodded, slowly, still sobbing.

“How’d you off the bastard?”

Bobbi swallowed hard. “He was dangling off a cliff. I let him fall…”

She felt another pulse of arousal. Supergirl’s technique was sloppy compared to Kate’s. No, this pleasure hadn’t come from her. It had come from answering Manheim’s question.

“Good girl. How’d your husband react when he heard all of this?”

Bobbi pressed her forehead into the floor. “He…he divorced me.” (BOBBI: +5 SP)(+59)

“Woah? Really? I’m just about the biggest misogynist in the world and that seems cruel even to me.” Manheim smirked as he fucked Peggy silly.

Bobbi quivered. “I was an Avenger…we weren’t supposed to kill people…”

“What a dick though.” Manheim said, slamming Peggy’s thighs into his own. “I mean, what a piece of shit! You come back from the Wild West, what, traumatized? And he takes off…”

Bobbi hid her face behind her hair, letting the tears on her face join the sweat that was already there.

“Tell me, did you ever masturbate to him after that? Your husband I mean.”

It would have been so easy to lie. She could have lied about all of this, even if Peggy would just have given him access to S.H.I.E.L.D. files and confirm her deceptions. But her mind was so cloudy now, so overtaken by the truth that had just been extracted from her.

She heard Maria groan out what must have been her third or fourth orgasm.

Then she nodded. “I still miss him.” (BOBBI: +7 SP)(+66)

“Of course, you do. You still want his approval after all this time. You want him to forgive you. What about the cowboy, did you ever jill off to memories of your little anal escapade?”

Bobbi shook her head, slowly. “He wasn’t really my type.”

Manheim snorted. “You know what, I’m beginning to like you.”

“Guh-ghost…tell him about…the ghost…” Peggy groaned; her eyes rolled back in her head as if trying to watch Manheim even as he used her like an overgrown fleshlight.

Manheim smirked. “What the fuck is she talking about Miss Morse?”

“His ghost came back to haunt me. For letting him die.” Bobbi admitted. With every truth she told, there was another electrifying jolt of pleasure, sizzling out from her clit and traveling quickly up to her still sore breasts.

“What, really? Okay, so hold on a second…you were back in time, and you basically got roofied by magic. Was anyone around for that part?”

Bobbi’s already wet eyes grew misty again and she shook her head, even as more pleasure ground into her pubic bone. Even though his dick was in someone else and there was a Kryptonian tongue jammed up her cunt, it felt like he was fucking her. Like his words were penetrating her ear canals and spewing his sperm all over her cerebellum. All she could think about was him. Him and his weird sex cult of beautiful women and of just how fucked she was and of just how badly she wanted to be fucked harder.

“So, you got raped in the 1800s by a cowboy with a love potion, and as if that wasn’t absurd enough, you came back to the present and the ghost of your rapist started harassing you. I mean, did anyone believe you when you told them that?”

Bobbi covered her eyes and shook her head. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+67) She just wanted to cum. Supergirl’s tongue was vibrating like the robot’s dick had been and the vibrations alone should have shot Bobbi over the precipice of pleasure.

“Did they make fun of you?” Manheim asked. He sounded excited, as if he was inquiring for details about the latest football game.

Bobbi nodded, her face flush with frustration. (BOBBI: +4 SP)(+71)

Manheim laughed again and yanked himself out of Peggy, shoving her by the ass toward Bobbi. “Lick her tits, you homophobic bitch.”

Peggy looked back like a dog who’d just been kicked. But she crawled over to Bobbi, swaying her ass behind her in a misguided attempt to earn herself some more cock.

When Manheim failed to take the bait, Peggy dove beneath Bobbi, gently putting her hands to the side of either nipple and beginning to kiss the boo-boos away.

Manheim’s cock was in front of her, erect and coated in Peggy’s slime. “What about therapy? Did you ever get therapy for any of this?”

Bobbi shook her head.

“Do you wish you did?” Manheim asked, leaning down to look her in the eye, his dick still bobbing between his thighs.

Bobbi stared at it and then at his face. She nodded, slowly, another itty-bitty sliver of shame breaking free from the cluster of glass embedded in her heart. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+72)

“What about Maria, do you ever wish that she talked to you about it? Made you feel better about? Reassured you that you weren’t in the wrong?”

Bobbi glanced at Maria, who was desperately trying to escape being driven to another, no doubt by this point, painful orgasm by Kate’s tongue. Then she nodded.

“You know you probably aren’t the first agent to have been sexually assaulted while you were working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Do you think she gave therapy to any of them? Do you think she cares about anything other than making sure her the feds get their oil and their weapons? I mean, how many people have you been forced to seduce for her, for people like her. Because it was ‘part of the mission’. Because it was the ‘patriotic thing’ to do. She’s just a fucking pimp, isn’t she? She doesn’t care if you come back with a few bruises. She doesn’t care if you don’t fucking come back at all.”

Bobbi watched Maria writhe and tug against her restraints, mumbling incoherently into her gag.

“You hate her, don’t you? Tell her how much you hate her, admit how much you despise her and I’ll let you cum.”

“Wha-what?” She was suddenly sucked back out of the mind-numbing mixture of arousal and righteous anger.

“I control your powers, remember. I can turn them on and off, at will. And I can take away your orgasms as well. If you want to orgasm, you need my permission to do it.” Manheim said.

It was an insane thing to say. But his face showed absolutely no hint of irony or sarcasm. He truly believed what he’d just said and as soon as he’d said it, she believed it too.

Why not after all? If he’d could do all this to wholesome, girl-next-door superheroines like Peggy and Supergirl, why shouldn’t he have control over whether or not she climaxed.

She turned back to Maria. “I-I hate you!” She screamed. It actually felt good to say. More words which had been aching for escape for too long to remember. “I HATE YOU MARIA! I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS! YOU’RE THE FUCKING WORST DIRECTOR S.H.I.E.L.D.’s EVER FUCKING HAD YOU STUCK UP CUNT!!” (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+73)

“Tell her that you wish it had been her that had been raped.” Manheim said.

Bobbi glanced back at him, the tiniest shred of sanity returning to her addled mind. Then Supergirl and Peggy somehow twisted their tongues in tandem and it was as if Bobbi had too clits, one between her legs and one on her left boob.

She let out a groan and did as commanded, soaring on heights she’d never even imagined possible, any compassion still within her incapable of withstanding another minute of the perniciously protracted pleasure. “I wish it had been you! I wish it had been you that got assigned to the Avengers you brown-nosing bitch! I wish you had been stuck in the fucking 1880s, getting ass-raped by that racist bastard!” (BOBBI: +6 SP)(+79)

Maria orgasmed in unison with that last statement, this time squirting as Bobbi ended her rant and splattering Kate’s pale face with sweet girl cum.

“You can cum now.” Manheim said, his hand unclenching from around his shaft and his sperm shooting into Bobbi’s eyes, nose and open mouth, as the sudden release buried her in beneath an avalanche of shrieking, howling relief.

She twisted and shuddered, pressed between two beautiful women, both of whom had spent the past day and half ruining her life and exposing all her deepest secrets. She humped them both, desperately trying to drive herself to a second, more fulfilling climax after the first was all but ruined by the stinging spatter of spunk across her right eye.

Her arousal only seemed to grow from the ruined orgasm, and she panted and squealed, rocking obscenely against Peggy and Supergirl’s mouths.

But Manheim had only allowed her one orgasm and she eventually collapsed into a sobbing heap, her legs twitching and aching. All at once she knew how Peggy had felt, when he’d pulled out of her and she knew she would do anything for him if he just said those magic words again.

“Alright, Kara, get up. We gotta find a place to store these bitches before Miss Nosy comes over tomorrow.”

Supergirl stood up, stepping over Bobbi as Peggy continued to follow the last order she’d been given, ruthlessly teasing the still blubbering Bobbi with her tongue, even as Maria was driven into another bout of explosive whimpers.

“Wondah Woman is also comin’ ovah.” Kara said, slithering up to Manheim and rubbing her thick tan thighs against his quickly recovering cock.

He smirked. “Really now?”

“Yeah, she wants to check ya out…see if she trusts you to treat Powah-Girl.” Kara said, snaking a hand down between them.

He grabbed it before she could find her target. “Are you hoping for a spanking, farm-girl?” He asked.

She bit her lip and nodded quickly.

He rolled his eyes. “Maybe. IF you help me figure out where I can put all these bitches until Wonder Woman and her sidekick get off our ass.”

Supergirl was gone in a flash of blue and red and back a moment later with a sleek, silvery raygun pressed to her cleavage. “Easy. Phantom Zone.” She said pressing the device into Manheim’s hands.

He looked it over. “I don’t follow…”

She pointed to the trigger. “Just point it at whatever ya want to git rid uh and pull that trigger. Next thing ya know, poof, instant whore disposal. Then when ya want them back, ya just type in their name!”

Manheim inspected the retro-futuristic raygun for a moment and then frowned. “Isn’t that place like, full of alien criminals?”

Supergirl rolled her eyes. “No way! The place is infinite. You got more chance a building a snowman in summah than…” She paused, the husky, southern drawl completely vacating her speech halfway through the sentence. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t know where I was really going with that simile.”

Manheim rolled his eyes and pulled her close to him. “I’m not sending these girls to some purgatory dimension, okay?”

“Aw, c’mon! What kinda supervillain are you anyway?” Supergirl demanded.

Manheim lifted an eyebrow. “Supervillian?”

Supergirl turned away and put a hand to her mouth. “Whoops.”

Manheim’s eyes widened. “Hold on…you…know? You little bitch!”

Supergirl giggled.

“How…how long have you known?”

She turned back toward him. “I kinda figured it out when you wanted me to help you rape Kate. I know I’m just a slutty blonde who exists for your entertainment, but I’m not totally stupid.”

Manheim’s mouth curled in a smile. “Oh, you are definitely getting a spanking as soon as I find storage for these girls.”

Bobbi took the opportunity to crawl over. “Duh-Doctor Manheim…I-I know a place you can put us. Puh-Please, I’ll tell you how to get there…I’ll help you break in. No one will be able to reach us there. Just…let me cum again? Please?”

Manheim glanced down at her and then up at Supergirl. “Alright, I’m in a generous mood, Miss Morse. Tell me about this legendary location and if I like the sound of it, I’ll let you have another.”

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LOIS

The door to Kara’s apartment was locked but that had never stopped Lois, not even on her bad days.

Clark had always teased her about how easy it was for him to get stories, with his super hearing and his x-ray vision. But Lois considered it a credit to herself that she did as well as she did in a world as bonkers as theirs.

However, even if she might be one of the best reporters in the country, a forensic detective she was not. A careful inspection of Kara’s empty abode revealed nothing more than the obvious; she’d had sex.

All over the apartment if the smell was to be believed.

Even if Lois had lost her olfactory senses though, she would have been able to tell, from the disheveled nature of the bed and the clothes still strewn about the bedroom, that Kara had been entertaining. At first, she was glad for the girl, who in had always seemed like she needed to get out more, to enjoy life.

However, this information, coupled with the frankly unsettling voice call she’d received painted a very strange picture indeed. One that Lois preferred not to dwell on.

A call to Cat Grant also revealed that Kara had been absent from work for the past two days. That wasn’t like Kara either. Something strange was going on and Lois couldn’t find a way to tie it to the fight in Metropolis, which was the most unsettling part of all.

She was glad when she got a text from Lana, asking if she’d had any luck. She texted back at she would keep her posted, because despite all she’d accomplished she still hated to admit when she was stumped.

Finally, for the third time in the past two days, she called the JLA bureau again. And after an hour of being on hold, she got through to a woman with a thick Norse accent.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Justice League. How can I help you?” She asked.

“Excuse me, who is this?” Lois asked.

“This is Tora Olafsdotter. You may know me as Ice.”

Lois rifled through her mental index of superheroes. “You helped Superman take out Volcana and Heatwave.”

There was a pause. “That is correct.”

“Tora, it’s good to hear your voice again. Listen, this is Lois, I need to speak with Diana.”

“I’m afraid that is not possible at this juncture. If you would like me to schedule an interview, I-”

“No, it’s about Supergirl, alright? I have to talk to her about Supergirl and Power-Girl.”

Another pause. “If you have vital information, you can share it with me, we are on a secure line. However, I cannot-”

“Look, Supergirl called me and told me that it was her fault the fight in Metropolis went down. Is the League supporting that position?” Lois asked, her recorder right next to the phone.

More silence. “I am afraid I am going to have to put you on hold. We are experiencing some technical difficulties.”

There was a loud beeeeep and Lois rolled her eyes. Yeah, technical difficulties her ass. They had a space station, with teleportation pods and anti-gravity. Ice had heard her loud and clear and had just rushed off to find out what the PR spin for this particular situation was.

Lois hung up. “No comment” was more tantalizing than whatever rehearsed BS they were about to shove down her throat. Besides, if she wanted answers, she’d have to get them straight from the horse’s mouth and that meant either going into outer space, where Power-Girl was…or tracking down Kara.

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GERRY

As fun as it was living it up in the Fortress of Solitude, I knew that it couldn’t last forever. All it took was Wonder Woman or her little stooge turning out to have “super hearing” and any moaning going on in the background would suddenly be the end of me. Still, I took one last look back at that beautiful, crystalline structure as Kara flew us out of there and promised it that I’d be back. There was no better place after all, to begin Power Girl’s “training.”

The moment was somewhat ruined by Maria, who insisted on whining and squirming the whole time. I did my best to ignore her. Bobbi’s sportscar was actually a little bit crowded with her, Kate, me, Peggy and Maria’s still roped up body. I’d allowed Bobbi to edge herself on the fine leather seating, but I still hadn’t given her permission to orgasm. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+80)

I’d like to say that the sight of a beautiful, big-titted blonde humping a car-seat silly was enough to occupy my attention the entire way back to National City, but I ended up looking at my phone after a few minutes. I was just too anxious to find out what I had unlocked.

The first thing was the trait I’d received for reaching 1000 and let me tell you, it was more than a little bit of a comfort considering the fact that I who I was going up against in the next couple hours.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You reached 1000 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

INDISCERNIBLE RUSE: Whenever your mind or emotions are read, the person doing so will only read that you are benevolent and friendly toward them and their allies. Additionally, you cannot be forced to speak the truth through supernatural means.

That was bound to come in handy, even if Wonder Woman didn’t end up jamming that Lasso of Truth around me.

I was more interested in what I’d unlocked regarding Bobbi though.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 75 points on subject Bobbi Morse in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Bobbi Morse!

-INTELLIGENCE LOCK-

Activating this lock limits the subject’s intelligence to no more than 5.

Okay, so that one meant I could just bomb Bobbi’s IQ, given that she already had a -1 to her Intelligence score thanks to her “Bimbo biologist” trait. I wondered what an Intelligence of 4 looked like. I assumed that 5 was the average, which meant that she would probably still be able to read. But her days of being a scientist and super spy would be over.

That could sabotage me hardcore if I activated it too soon. Best to wait until I had control over S.H.I.E.L.D. before I started fucking around with Bobbi’s already diminished mind.

New trait unlocked for Bobbi Morse!

“GHOST RAPED”

ROUTE A: EXHIBITIONISM or PORN-O-GEIST

While the subject is sexually frustrated, erotic accidents will befall nearby subjects with less than -25 SP.

ROUTE B: LUST or ECTO-ORGASM

Whenever the subject orgasms, they will squirt. The resulting excretion, when touched by someone other than the user or the subject, will cause them to become possessed with lust for the next ten minutes. The same subject cannot be affected by this trait more than once.

Well, again, the first trait seemed like it could straight up backfire. It would be fun to see Maria and Bobbi doing a little comedy routine though, with one of them being unable to appear competent and the other one exacerbating that degradation.

The second straight up sounded a little disgusting. I mean yes, I’d stuck my dick in all these women, but walking around with one of their juices in a little vial? I’d just started using my cum as a tactical aphrodisiac. Maybe this one would combo with her chemistry trait though?

New multi-subject trait unlocked!

_BOBBI and MARIA - _ROUTE A:_ DEMOTION or WHO’S THE BOSS AGAIN_

The user can now pick one of the two affected subjects. The subject who is not chosen becomes subservient to the chosen one.

_BOBBI and KARA - _ROUTE B: BIMBOFICATION or BLONDES DO IT BETTER

When blonde subjects are near both of these subjects, they will become more easily aroused.

Now, one of those would straight up make it easier to deal with Maria. The other would make it easier to deal with Power Girl and “Olympian” if she was going to be pestering me. It shouldn’t have been a tough choice, given that Power Girl was a way bigger threat.

But getting Maria on my side quicker could get S.H.I.E.L.D. off my back, which was becoming a pressing concern. I decided to mull it over while I selected “WHO WEARS THE PANTS” for Kate and Peggy but left it inactive for the moment. I didn’t want Peggy getting all butch on me, not when she was so cute whenever she played the housewife.

As soon as I did, I got another alert.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - BURGUNDY BIMBO:

Congratulations! You have the maximum number of traits unlocked at once on a redhead! Here’s your reward: +20 SP

That brought me pretty close to 300 SP, and a chance to upgrade Kara’s Alpha Bitch trait again and wrack up even more points. I’d have to check out the upgrades for some of the new traits though, see if any of them were worth dumping points into before I emptied out my account.

I was so busy considering my options I almost forgot to ask Peggy for directions to Elizabeth’s house. I had to make sure to pick her up before we skipped town. Whoever was looking for Maria was sure to connect her and Peggy to the kidnapping. I was actually surprised there weren’t armed guards stationed outside Elizabeth’s house when we arrived there.

That should have tipped me off something was wrong.

Instead, like the idiot that I was, I climbed out of the sports car, telling Kate, Kara and Bobbi to keep an eye on Maria for me and asking Peggy to accompany me in case Elizabeth proved unusually recalcitrant. I’d walked all of five feet when the gun went off.

Whatever rifle was being used; it must have had a silencer attached. But Kara had still heard the explosion in the chamber and moved to intervene. She flew out of the car, shoving me out of the way hard, and nearly bruising a rib purely in the process.

And the bullet, which must have been designed to work on meta-humans, hit her chest instead of my head.

I lay in the ground staring in horror, as for the first time since we’d met, Supergirl began to bleed in front of me. She took one look at me and in the afternoon sun, I could swear she was smiling, even as the red began to pool around the insignia on her chest.

Then she fell to the ground with a little “Ah” of air escaping her lungs.