Discussed plans…

“Let’s go over everything you know about her. She’s a hacker, young, got sent off to girl’s juvie and then a private girl’s school.” I hadn’t known that the school was a girl’s school. But Asa paid more attention to that shit than me. “The bitch claims she returns to fuck, even though there’s no ****. Maybe a very submissive lesbian?”

“But then why take the bet? To get a chance to dominate Francine? Is that worth getting fucked by a man? Sounds like she may be a bit of a slut.”

“Wish we had that porn that the bitch found.”

“Negative submission, so she’s not exactly submissive by nature, but she must have been submitting to Francine.”

“Slut…maybe looking for excuses to indulge? And she’s a creature of the internet age,” I almost laughed. Asa was maybe seven or eight years older than her. “And she’s a hacker…her generation does most stuff online, but then Francine comes along and tries to **** her into the real world…I think maybe she wants that?”

That gave me an idea and we spent the next half-hour or so working it out. That should have given me time to soften, but the idea didn’t help with that. Neither did Asa’s teasing. She really wanted me ready to go when I saw them. All the discussion gave her an idea too and we spent another half-hour teasing it out. And being teased. She invited me to stay for dinner, but I declined.

We did chat a little bit about the reconstruction project, which she was eager to see start. Diamond had the funding and organization moving already and we were almost ready to start buying up property. The problem was…me. Peyton was still inside, so we didn’t have a solution to the criminals. I was making excuses, which Asa was accepting about how slow psychiatric treatment was, even if you could **** compliance and how our memories of people being declared sane after a few months were mostly bullshit or corruption…

When I realized that trying to trick Penelope into believing Peyton was sane was a fine Plan B, but the obvious Plan A should have been to get the doctor on a fucking leash. Alyce had to sign off on releases, but the woman was a rubber stamp on those, if I could get Penelope in hand, I could get anyone out I needed.

Well, not anyone, no one was buying Joker being sane, Harley would be hard, and Poison Ivy totally impossible after that stunt she pulled in Brazil. But surely Peyton…goddammit, I’d been trying so hard to be clever, I’d missed the obvious solution. Admittedly, that was partly because I didn’t have many good access points with Penelope. She wasn’t exactly welcoming folks to stay in medical, she was significantly overworked and she didn’t allow outside-work contact…at least with anyone affiliated with Arkham? But she was a researcher as well as a doctor…they need funding, right? Grants or something? But how could I involve myself in that without giving myself away? We brainstormed for a bit, before I had to run.

I’d made plans to eat with Kat who was making progress with Jewelz and had another round of secrets for me to review before they got passed on.

The other woman was definitely interested and Kat was making herself useful with her local connections. Apparently her handlers were pleased by all the progress she was making as she was a lot more effective. Reviewing what she’d gathered, I had to agree. Even without the information on Jewelz, she was much more effective with magical sex-interrogation powers…though I felt a twinge at that. Did I want her for myself? That was stupid. But…no, that was stupid.

With that done, I stopped at several stores and bought the things needed for our plan, tested them quickly, then headed over to Rapetoy’s house. But it wasn’t her who answered the door, instead it was Skin. In a schoolgirl outfit, and not the one from her actual school that I’d seen in her profile. Not obviously for porn, but hot.

She smiled and spoke in a fake, high-pitched porn voice. “Hello Mister, you here to lay some pipe?”

“Perhaps. But you look a little young for me. Got any ID?”

She smirked and passed over a driver’s license, which did indeed indicate who she was and that she was eighteen, which I already knew. “Eighteen, eh?” I stepped forward and she slid back, teasingly. I shut the door behind me.

“Yep! Wow, you’re big mister! And so strong! You can probably lift me up and down and up and down and up and down,” she licked her lips as she looked me up and down in time to her words.

“I could. Yes. Where’s Frannie?”

“Ooooo, am I not enough for you? You need both of us?”

“You can come in,” Rapetoy said, from her playroom.

“Come on, mister, play with me, not--” she squeaked as I moved, casually flinging the girl over my shoulder and walking into the playroom. I let my hand grope her ass, sliding up her legs, under the skirt, to find soft panties. Despite being young and slim, her form wasn’t nearly as fit as Asa, or Diamond, let alone Rapetoy, but she was still delightfully soft, though not wet. Yet.

My other hand grabbed up the bag and I carried her into the playroom. Keeping my reaction under control took a lot of work, but I managed not to let my jaw drop as I saw Rapetoy’s outfit.

The pseudo Egpytian-slut outfit clashed a bit with the flogger, but was shockingly different from the previous dominatrix outfits she’d worn which were much more classical dominatrix. Black, shiny, dominant. This was a lot closer to standard sub clothing…

“I see you’ve caught yourself a schoolgirl, ready to take your turn with her?” Rapetoy asked with a smirk.

“After last time, you’ll need to be restrained for my session, so you don’t interfere.”

“That wasn’t--”

“Do it,” I ordered coldly. Frannie cuffed herself instantly, but I gave her a flat look and jerked my head towards a bench. She awkwardly closed one wrist in it, I put down Skin and put the rest of Rapetoy's limbs into it, leaving her spread eagle on the bench.

“Wow, mister,” Skin was staying in character, but she looked a bit nervous. “What’re you gonna do next?’