Day 1: The Choices of Father J

For an infamous criminal organization, the main meeting room of the COP deep underground of National City was surprisingly simple, resembling something that the military would use. It was a large, mostly white painted room, with white sterile tiles and a long metal table in the middle. The metal desk wass accompanied by 12 metal stairs on its sides, all currently seated by the highest member of the COP.

Six of them are men and six of them are women, all attractive adults wearing the strangest variation of outfits that would put any superhero team to shame. However, despite their provoking outfits, they are all silent, waiting for their leader to speak.

At the end of the table, Father J, a good looking older man in priest attire stands alone, staring at his most senior employees and handlers with a devilish grin on his face. From the outside, nobody would guess that the harmless looking priest, while a bit of a creep, would be capable of anything daring. But all of his subordinates know better, having witnessed his incredible ability as a master of manipulation.

"ladies and gentlemen," he said, stilling grinning like a child in a candy store. "I think now you have all got the memo that operation Angel Venus has commenced. And with Supergirl captured, Phase 1, the probably most difficult part of our mission is complete. At this point, I would congratulate Futakitten for her brilliant idea to use the sister as bait and the flawless execution of Tormentor's capture team. "

At this point, Father J stoped his speech, briefly nodding towards Futakitten, a slender woman in a complete bodysuit made of latex and Tormentor, bulky blonde men wearing nothing but boxer shorts, showing off his impressive muscles for all to see.

"Now, to answer your most urgent questions, we have now chained Supergirl and put her in the "Cage". The kryptonite we have bought will slowly drain her powers. The good doctor has promised that once she wakes up, she will be weaker than the average college girl ..."

"And how does she look up, up close I mean .. Boss ?" Ask Pimpmaster suddenly, a big black man, wearing the only decent and only purple suit in the room. Father J snubbed and gesture him to shut up, he never liked his habit to interrupt him. But as he thinks about the young brunette women in the torn up Supergirl outfit, he had to smile again.

"She looks younger and prettier than I have expected. And there is something about her ... like the sweet girl next door that you could never get" answers the older priest. "Her body is fine too, athletic but not too bulky ... All in all, she has potential ..."

Now all of the 12 faces were smiling, knowing full well what Fathe J understands with girls with potential while their imagination is running wild. "Girl next door? I like that boss. That kind of gal usually screams the loudest when they are cumming". The doctor in white chuckles, speaking out of the experience.

"And they are quick learners ..."

"I wonder if she is a lesbo like her sweet sister ? .."

"Yes, I agree fully," answered Father J quickly, silencing the room again with a gesture again, while making a mental note to set up a rule so people would stop interrupting him ever again at a meeting.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, and those in between, before we discuss our task further, I want all of you to know that while we have captured Supergirl. The real work has to begin soon before her friends and Family are looking for her. Especially ... her Family.

And before we could profit ... we have to help Supergirl to embrace her inner slut. Since I have asked you for concrete plans, now it is time to give me your suggestions ... Remember, we are at task to condition the probably strongest women on Earth in five months ... until nothing is left but an obedient Fuck Angel ..."