DEO Captives

"No," Alex said, cheeks colouring. "I know what you're thinking, and no. I'm not- You're not doing that to me again."

"Spoilsport," Erin said.

"And not going to order anyone to do that," Alex said. "But there are a few meta-humans here; what you're doing doesn't have any long-term effects going by my check-up, so it's safe. I think that's our best option."

Erin slowly became aware Alex wasn't talking to her; she was once more holding a hand to her ear, keeping her comm close.

Well, it might not be exactly what she had in mind, but hopefully it'd be fun. Erin relaxed, waiting behind the forcefield for Alex to let her out. She could worry about the long-term later, these people wanted her to get more women naked, who was she to object?

"Right," Alex said into her comm. "Then it's settled. Brainy, you set it up, clear the area just in case, J'onn-"

"Already here." The door opened again, and with a flicker of red light a green, distinctly alien figure walked in.

Erin raised her eyebrows. Ok, that was what she thought of when people said alien.

"Erin, wasn't it?" Alex said to her. "We're going to escort you through the base. Don't try anything; J'onn here's a telepath. Not only is he an alien, so your powers won't do what you want them to, but he can almost certainly block your influence, and he'll be keeping track of what you're thinking so if you're going to try to do- anything, he'll know and we can stop you."

"You mean you want me to not think of getting you naked?" Erin said. "That's asking a lot."

Alex's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Follow me," Alex said. "J'onn. Watch her."

Alex leaned forwards, flicking the forcefield off; Erin resisted the urge to put her claims to the test. Somehow she got the feeling Alex wasn't really kidding about the whole telepath thing.

She followed Alex through the base, growing rather impatient with how long she had to wait. Eventually though Alex reached a locked door, using a keypad and fingerprint scanner to gain entry.

Inside was an admittedly oddly nice looking cell, though it too was on the other side of a glass wall. A blonde woman stood up at their intrusion.

Erin couldn't help but notice the black almost-tiara around her head, a thin metal band over her forehead with a flickering blue light at one side.

"Gayle Marsh," Alex said. "Psi. That blocks her mental powers, but it does so by keeping track of her brain activity. Ready made scanner."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" 'Psi,' said. She seemed more annoyed by their presence than anything. "Supergirl need my help again?"

Erin glanced sideways; Alex said nothing. Erin sighed; it was the perfect chance for some witty retort. Technically that was indeed the case but, no, apparently this wasn't going to be any fun.

Well, that wasn't entirely true.

"Erin?" Alex said.

Erin focused. It was an odd experience to actually be asked to use her influence, but she could adapt easily enough; a wave of embarrassment, directed through the glass screen...

Psi went from slightly cocky to red-faced impressively quickly. One moment she was glowering through the wall, the next she was pulling her top off over her head, revealing that despite the fact she'd been given a rather nice wardrobe for a prisoner, she was going braless.

She faltered for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest and holding a boob in each hand in a vain attempt to cover them, flushing.

"What is this?!" Psi said, eyes wide.

"We need to see the effect of her powers," Alex said. "Erin?"

A little more... Psi yelped as she exposed her tits, lowering both her hands to push her pants down, underwear going with them. Her cheeks burned brightly at the glimpse of her pussy she offered, kicking her clothes away.

The blonde quickly glanced around her room. She apparently chose not to run for her clothes, perhaps expecting to end up taking them off again; instead she crouched by a small stool, using it to hide her core and once more crossing her arms, blushing.

"Really?!" Psi said. "You're just going to-"

Alex took a step back, focusing on her comm again.

"Brainy, did the data... Ok, how much more do we need? Have you set up Siobhan, or anyone else?"

Erin glanced back, wishing she could hear more than half the conversation. Then she turned back to the more pleasant sight of the flushing Psi.