Captain Carter's Therapy Session 3

GERRY

"So, Miss Carter, when was the last time you engaged in sexual activities?" I asked, grinning at the fact that I had ensnared her so well, I could let the mask of professionalism drop a little.

She blushed. "B-before I was frozen..." (PEGGY: +4SP)(23SP)

"Eighty years without sex. No wonder you are wound so tightly." I said, genuinely writing the information down, because it would be fun to use against her later.

"I-I am not some...fuh-frigid ice queen that needs warming, Dr. Manning. And the problem with my mind is not because I haven't fucked anyone lately..." Peggy said, fuming.

"On the contrary Miss Carter. You grew up before the sexual revolution...in your time, sex was merely an appendage of marriage. Anything else was considered perverse. Now, in our modern era, I expect you feel **** to engage in sexual activities in such a more liberal time."

Her anger fizzled but she still shook her head in defiance. "I am well aware of the changes over the past hundred years, Dr. Manning. But I don't need a bloody shag, I need...counseling..."

"You are saving yourself for someone you love, I presume?" I said.

She swallowed hard. "It wouldn't be the same...if I didn't feel affection for the person I was...seeing."

"And when you did have sex last, was it with someone you loved?" I asked. Everyone knew the story of Captain Carter and Steve Rodgers, the love affair destroyed by the war and Peggy's time under the ice. There was speculation the two had been engaged, when Peggy went missing.

She nodded. "Of course it was."

"You believe that sex should only be an expression of genuine affection, rather than a means of relieving stress. And while I respect your sentiment, Miss Carter, the truth is that all sex is intended, from a physiological standpoint, to serve as means of reproduction." I said, as she continued to avert my gaze. "Most of the sex people had, even in your time, served other purposes, did it not?"

She wouldn't look at me.

"A beautiful and fit woman like yourself could have your choice of companions, but you neglect your own physical needs out of some deeply ingrained shame. Is it because you feel that relieving yourself in this manner, would make you untrue to your dead lover?"

She froze and I saw genuine hatred in her eyes, for the first time in a while. I would have to tread lightly. Even in this state, where she considered me the more dominant one in our relationship, I shouldn't push my luck, or risk having the whole scheme blow up in my face. And even as a superhero with no supernatural powers, she could snap me like a twig if she wanted.

"You have to remember Miss Carter, that I am not your enemy here. I am here to help you get better and I can only do so if you are honest. Please, tell me what you are afraid of so that we can move on to the next stage of your recovery."

She took a number of long, deep breaths. I didn't push her. The longer she had, the more effect my commands had on her.

"I'm afraid people will think I'm a slag." Carter finally admitted. "I'm constantly being watched, by SHIELD, by the media. I don't want to...to give up myself...to become another...modern whore."

I grinned. So the good captain wasn't as forward thinking as everyone thought. She probably felt the pressure to pretend to be accepting of society's permissiveness, out of fear of being branded a bigot. But feminism had meant something completely different back in Peggy's time and I could only imagine how disgusted she must be by the way women flaunted and displayed themselves like prostitutes, in our era.

"There we go. More progress...you see, Miss Carter, when you are honest with me, we get more results."

"You won't...tell Maria, will you?" She looked so ashamed. She had dealt her whole life with male authority figures, she had dressed prim and proper to command their respect. It must have been a hard pill to swallow, surrounded by sexy, jumpsuit wearing spies who seduced men as part of their job.

"This session is confidential, Miss Carter. I would only alert your superiors, if I believe you have become a danger to yourself or others."

Peggy looked relieved at that and almost comfortable, being able to express herself finally, without fear of judgement. That meant it was time to up my game.

"Do you become sexually excited by wearing clothes like these ones?" I asked, as I clicked my pen and readied my clipboard.

Peggy shot upright. "Don't be absurd! I would never wear this...it...it goes against everything I stand for."

"Then why did you commission it? Why did you show it off so brazenly?"

"I...I don't know!"

I pretended to write something down. It was good to have her nervous. She should be nervous given what was going to happen to her.

"Do you fantasize about being a cheerleader...about doing tricks to arouse men that are bigger and stronger than you are?"

"N-no! Of course not! That...the whole notion makes me sick!"

"I am not here to judge you for your fantasies, Miss Carter. I'm here to help you accept them." I could tell she wanted to protest, so I continued before she could. "Do you become sexually excited by exposing yourself in general?"

"NO! I told you before...I am not a...a slut." She said, with a blush. I could tell she wasn't used to using this much dirty language, especially around a man whom she was not romantically involved with.

"How about BDSM?" I asked.

"I don't know-" She began.

"Bondage and Discipline? Domination and Submission? Sadism and Masochism? Does any of that sound like it might excite you at all?"

"Please, Dr. Manning, is it really necessary we discuss this?" She cringed, her voice almost whining.

I smiled. She was too weak willed at this point to deny me, but she was humiliated by the questions all the same.

"Of course it is. We need to establish your sexual fixations, so that I can build a psychological profile of you. It's also important that we face this sexual repression you suffer from head on, and that involves you being unashamed of your sexuality."

"Yes, of course, Doctor. I...I like the idea of submission..." She said, lifting a hand to her face as if to cover it. (PEGGY: +8SP)(31SP) "...I-I feel like it could be very...rewarding..."

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere." I said, filing the information away for when I made my decision about her next upgrade. "No doubt, you enjoy this fantasy because you want to be freed from the burden of control. You want someone else to...take the reins as it were. To give you a chance to act less...respectable."

She was so ashamed of her own desires. This was better than I could have hoped for.

"Do you ever fantasize about other women?"

She looked more shocked than appalled by that one. "I have nothing against lesbians, Doctor. But I am not one of them."

"You don't have to be, to fantasize about women, Miss Carter. You are surrounded, in your daily work, by women of immense stature and power...some of whom never grow old or tired. It is not unreasonable to assume you might seek comfort in the grip of a non-Male, especially when you can't trust someone outside your realm of expertise to understand your boundaries and insecurities." I said. "Are you telling me, honestly, that you have never once dreamed of indulging in the passions of the fairer sex?"

She blushed at my terminology and I realized in that moment what a little girl she was. For all her strength of body and mind, she was terribly innocent, a fact that I found appalling considering the beauty of her body.

Then she shook her head.

"Interesting." I scribbled down 'doesn't like eating cunt'. It was important to keep track of such things.

"Well, Captain, I think that just about wraps up our session for today. You can go ahead and get dressed now, but I would like you to take that costume with you when you leave today. I want you to think about what it represents and why you might have purchased it between now and our next session."

She nodded and tried to tuck in the slutty skirt as she rose. (PEGGY: +2SP)(33SP)

"Wh-when are we meeting again, Doctor? I want to be back on the **** as soon as possible," She said, still trying to adjust her immodest clothing and hugging herself to keep from showing too much.

"Oh, I thought next week, the same time," I said, flipping through a calendar.

"Please, Doctor...I need your help...I don't know if I can take it, if I have to wait that long."

I smiled. "Well, I suppose I could come to your house if the day after tomorrow. Will you be busy around dinner time?"

She shook her head. "No, I...I have the whole week off, remember?"

I smiled. "Oh, of course you do. Well, then, lets plan to meet then. Don't worry, Miss Carter, I have absolute faith in your abilities to recover from this."

But I held back. I needed my energy for later tonight. I was spinning plates here and the longer I took to get these bitches under my control, the more I risked being found out.

Once I had Super Girl under my control though, most superheroines were toast. The only thing that made me nervous were her friends up at the Justice League. While Shield and the Avengers handled most threats on the ground, the Justice League loomed up above in their space station, fighting off daily threats to the whole Solar System.

Black Canary. Green Lantern. Hawkgirl. Miss Martian. Power Girl. Wonder Woman. Zatanna. They could read minds, change reality and destroy threats like Thanos and Darkseid easily. They were unstoppable, together.

The only weak link I could think of would be Red Arrow and Batwoman. The two of them were powerless, even more so than Peggy. If I could get my hooks into one of them, I might be able to trap or distract the others. At least until I had enough superheroines at my mercy to **** them to surrender. Their benevolence would be their downfall, that was for sure.

In the meantime, I activated my phone and navigated to the Submission Accelerator App. Before I headed out to humiliate Super Girl some more, it was a good idea to get my next upgrade on Captain Cheerleader.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 100 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED CHARISMA

People, especially women, will now perceive your Charm as twice its normal value.

NOTE: Your Charm remains static, until a person spends more time around you. Once they do, your Charm will lower or raise, depending on their estimation of your character.

CURRENT STATISTICS: Statistics like these keep track of your abilities, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the lowest a human being can possibly be and 10 being the highest a human being can possibly be. 6 is the average for a healthy, well adjusted human being. Statistics above 10 are considered superhuman.

• AGILITY = 5/10
• CHARM = 4/10
• INTELLIGENCE = 7/10
• MIGHT = 4/10
• STAMINA = 5/10

Well, that trait came with a backhanded compliment, but if it made it easier to get my next victims to submit to me, then it was good enough for me. I wondered how often these traits would unlock. If they got more powerful, the more Submission Points I accumulated, perhaps I would be a super powered myself before my work was done. That would make things easier...

I scrolled down to the next notification.

Congratulations! You now have access to upgrades. You may now spend 100 SP to increase a trait currently affecting one of your subjects to its Level II version. If a trait is already at Level II, you may spend 300 SP to increase it to Level III. Make sure to read the text carefully for changes to the effect!

NOTE: You may not upgrade more than one trait per subject, every 24 hours.

I frowned. 100 SP for one upgrade? Either I really sucked at this app, or I was going to start needing to make a lot more superheroines submit to me a lot more often. I made note of the change and decided to look over the upgrades for Supergirl after tonight's rendezvous. What would happen if I "upgraded" her misogyny fetish?

I shook the thought away. I was here to unlock a new trait on Peggy, I'd put a lot of work into arranging this situation and I wasn't going to get distracted from it now.

You got 50 points on victim Peggy Carter in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Peggy Carter!

-TOLERANCE LOCK-

Activating this effect makes the subject unable to comprehend ideas and technology created after 1959 and will become increasingly afraid and disgusted by the progression of society and increasingly nostalgic for an imaginary, more backward time.

Activate?

Huh...I had been expecting another Power Lock, like on Supergirl. Perhaps the App worked differently on humans who didn't technically have above-human powers. I would have liked the chance to overpower Peggy in the future, it would have been so fun to know she was covered in muscles but only as strong as the average woman.

This Lock didn't seem nearly as useful. However, when I imagined seeing Captain Britain, being terrified of her phone, perhaps even too terrified of modernity to step outside, I began to see the appeal. It would also be pretty funny to revert the woman who had been such a figurehead of feminism in her time, and a **** against Nazi oppression, into a full on bigot.

I decided not to activate this one either. Better to wait until the right time, when I could maximize Peggy's downfall. So, instead, I scrolled to the next notification, eager to see what new options I had.

I wasn't disappointed.

New trait unlocked!

BAD ROLE MODEL

ROUTE A: EXHIBITIONISM or -MORE OF A CHEERLEADER THAN A LEADER-

• This choice will cause the subject to believe it is their duty to inspire others, by any means possible. Three times per day, while the user is performing a task, they may request the subject use their body to "cheer" the user on. If the task is judged to be sufficiently difficult by the subject, then the subject must use their body to cheer the user on for 1 minute, or until the task is complete. The difficulty of the task will correspond with how much the subject is willing to tolerate. For example, the user cooking a new recipe might warrant the subject flashing them. The user defusing a bomb would warrant the subject allowing themselves to be fingered.
• NOTE: Once the user has completed a task the subject determines difficult enough to warrant a cheer, they will then downgrade the level of cheering that task warrants, until eventually it does not warrant a cheer. Additionally, the subject does not incur submission points from agreeing to a cheer, but can still gain submission points while cheering.

ROUTE B: DEMOTION or -NOT A CAPTAIN ANYMORE-

• This choice will cause the subject to doubt their own capabilities and believe they are unworthy of their post. The subject will now view the user as of a higher rank than them and as such will feel the need to impress them and to carry out the user's orders, provided those orders can be justified as being committed in the name something the subject values.