He handles it poorly ("MANNERS MAKE THE WHORE" + "ALWAYS INADEQUATE")

KARA

The crack of a whip against Karen’s iron ass cheeks echoed through the empty halls of the JL satellite. As she approached the open doors to the gym, Karen’s thighs and buttocks tingled with memories. She had been a teenager when she started with the League and she remembered more than one trip over Diana’s lap, more than once in front of her fellow team-mates.

It was humiliating enough, being the youngest in the League, being talked down to and treated like Superman’s annoying little cousin. It had been almost relieving when she’d walked in on Beatriz suffering a similar punishment and realized that she wasn’t the only one that Diana punished in such an ignominious manner.

As she reached the doorway, she peered inside to see that the gym had been set to “Red Sunlight” mode. She’d only seen it like in that setting a few times before, when Kate had insisted she learn martial arts. She had never gotten the hang of them but Kate hadn’t ratted her out to Diana.

There was a twinge of regret as she recalled what she had helped do to Kate. But it was quickly replaced with pride at having carried out the orders of her master and having secured another **** for him to do with as he pleased.

Inside, Karen was now hanging from the ceiling, her arms tied behind her with the lasso of truth. She was still wearing her costume, Diana hadn’t ripped that off her yet. But the revealing leotard did nothing to obscure the red and purple welts across her ass, where she had been flogged. Kara even thought she saw blood oozing from where the skin had been broken.

Standing behind her were two figures. One of them was Diana, currently holding the whip. The other was Zatanna, currently flipping through one of her spell books.

“I’m sorry Diana, I can’t find anything.” Zatanna said as Diana took a break from the flogging to run her hand across Karen’s stinging ass, almost gently. “If it her mind were being affected by magic, I would have noticed it by now. And even if it was non-magical, M’gann would have caught it when she delved into her mind earlier.”

Diana paused and noticed Kara. “We’ll discuss this later.” She said and Zatanna nodded. Kara saw her eyes draw to Karen’s backside and the slightest flinch crease the raven-haired magician’s face as Diana approached.

“Ah, you are in better health I trust?” Diana asked, stepping out of the red-lit room and into the hallway.

“Yes. I just came to see if Karen was alright.” Kara said.

Diana frowned. “She nearly drowned you, child.”

Kara bristled at that last word. Not all of us are immortal warriors, bitch. That doesn’t make us children. “She’s sick Diana. She needs psychological help.”

Diana frowned. “She appears sane for the moment.”

“Diana…she was spying on me…while I masturbated.” It should have been humiliating, admitting such a thing in front of one of her mentors. But she had experienced and enjoyed far too much degradation in the past week to get embarrassed over something so, relatively tame.

Diana lifted an eyebrow. “She mentioned something to that effect on the power of the lasso…she claims she did so under orders from Batwoman.”

“I don’t care why she thinks she did it…I KNOW she’s obsessed with me. It’s not the first time she’s stalked me, you know…when I came home to Smallville for the holidays, I’d catch her watching me and the Kents.” Kara looked over at Karen’s sobbing form. “She lost her home, Diana. Twice. I think…she wants to be me.” Then she frowned. “She needs help.”

Diana sighed. “You know the League cannot afford to have random doctors poking around, Kara.”

“Diana, this isn’t a problem that you can fix by beating the tar out of someone. I mean, what is your plan if this happens again? Send Karen to the Phantom Zone?” Kara demanded.

Diana looked away and Kara felt a sudden lurch in her stomach, realizing she’d hit the nail on the head. Kara resented Karen. She despised Karen. But she didn’t think the girl deserved to be locked in a timeless dimension for the rest of eternity.

Even emboldened by her new, nihilistic outlook, she recoiled from Diana. Bruce had considered executing the villains he fought ****. Clark had always sought peace even when it wasn’t an option, only killing when it was the only safe option, as with Doomsday, Brainiac and Darkseid.

Diana held no such convictions. Neither did she consider it bad form to use her abilities on the mere mortals weaker than herself. She had been raised by an army of warriors, for whom a regular Monday involved fighting the countless monstrosities from the gates of Tartarus. Deep down, she had always been a soldier.

“Please, Diana…I have a friend…a doctor who helped me deal with the loss of my parents and with Clark’s ****.”

Diana’s stoic expression twitched the hint of sentiment and Kara felt relieved to see the slightest bit of humanity peak through the woman. She couldn’t let them do this to Karen, not when she had goaded her into the whole incident. But if she got Karen into Master’s hands, he would take care of her. He would look after her, just like he looked after Kara.

“He can help her get through this…whatever it is. Please…just give me a chance. I can hold the therapy at the Fortress of Solitude. There will be no interruptions and my friend won’t be asking about the League anyway.”

Diana looked ready to say no, but Kara didn’t give her a chance. “I have to get home now…please, just think about it.”

With that, she retreated back down the hall, struggling not to use her super speed to race to the teleportation hub. She had to get out of this space station before it drove her crazy too.

BOBBI

A canary yellow Falcon 7 pulled up onto the deserted road. Under normal circumstances, it would have been like dropping a baby lamb into the lion enclosure. But the car had been outfitted with certain “safety features” which made trying to steal it or damage it a bad idea.

A blonde woman in a black and blue skin-tight jumpsuit stepped out, her eyes trained on the pastel cottage across the street. Her high heels clicked as she strode up to the front porch and pounded the door three times with her fist.

Bobbi wanted answers and she was going to get them, even if she had to beat the tar out of the homophobic bitch to get them.

She waited, for what she considered to be enough time for a reasonable person to consider her patient, before she slammed her fist on the door again. “HEY! CARTER! I know your car is in the garage, now open the damn door!”

There was a shuffling inside, Bobbi’s enhanced hearing picking up the muffled sound of voices. Then she heard the unbolting of the lock and straightened up, ready to give the old hag a piece of her mind and then some.

She was startled when the door was opened, not by Peggy Carter, but by that annoying and ineffectual man who was supposed to be “counseling her.” She rolled her eyes at the thought. They had taken Peggy out of the ice, but they couldn’t take her out of the 20th century. Bobbi had seen the rise and fall of numerous social revolutions, and she was far more enlightened than that pretentious know it all ever would be.

“Where’s Peggy?” She demanded. She would be damned if she was going to use the woman’s rank, not tonight.

He ignored her question. “Miss Morse, we are in the middle of a therapy session. If you have something to say to Captain Carter, you will have plenty of time to say it tomorrow-”

She pushed past him. Men like him, men who relied on words, weren’t worth listening to in her opinion. Power and the willingness to use it, that was what made someone worthy of consideration.

“CARTER! You too scared to answer your own damn door now!?” She yelled, as she rounded the foyer and entered the living room.

There she was, in a ridiculous dress, curled up on the couch and looking embarrassed and a little frightened.

Good. She should be scared.

“I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen good, alright? Tomorrow you can give me your stupid fucking apology in front of Maria and we can pretend like everything is fine. But you need to know, that I don’t forgive you. I knew you were a bigot and I was wiling to put up with it because you did good work and you treated me and Liz like people. But if you think for one second that I am going to be in a room alone with you again, after what you said to me, you have another thing coming! You might be able to fool everyone else with your goody two shoes bullshit, but someday you are gonna slip up, and when you do, I am going to personally make sure you go down in history as the piece of shit you are!”

Peggy just stared at her in shock and then hung her head in shame. “Bobbi…I-I…”

“I’ve heard enough.” Said the doctor as he strode into the room.

Bobbi glared at him. Oh, so now he was going to take the piss out of her too? He’d have to do a fucking good job of it after what Maria had said to her.

He turned to Bobbi and shook his head sadly. “All I can say, Miss Morse…is that I am so sorry.”

“What?” Bobbi glanced between the two of them for some sign this was a trick, but from the miserable look on Peggy’s face, she got the feeling she’d misinterpreted their relationship.

“All I can say is that after only a few days of counseling this gutless worm, I’m already sick of her sad sack looks and contemptible hypocrisy. Frankly, you are a saint my dear for putting up with her for as long as you have.” He took Bobbi’s hand and shook it even as she stared at him in shock.

“I didn’t realize…how much you hated her…” Bobbi said, her eyes turning to Peggy, who was on the verge of bursting into tears.

“Of course I do. Stand up, Captain, your superiors want to inspect you.”

Legs trembling, Peggy raised from the couch and gave a pitiful look at Bobbi. As if she was going to receive any mercy from her after how she’d acted.

“See what I mean…all this magnificent physique, wasted on a weak-willed woman who would have been happier spending her life washing dishes.” He said, groping the muscles on her sides and legs without restraint. Under normal circumstances, Bobbi would have felt the need to stop him, even sexually assaulting her superior was beyond her intentions, no matter how much sadistic glee she got from the little shivers of shame that Peggy was having.

But something about the utter defeat on Peggy’s face gave her the impression that she wasn’t even willing to say no or fight back. The bitch really did hate herself almost as much as Bobbi did.

“Go ahead and touch her wherever you like. Frankly, she deserves a nice dressing down from a beautiful and sexually liberated woman such as yourself, after the deplorable comments she made in your direction.” He said, as her turned Peggy’s head like she was a horse and he was inspecting her teeth.

Bobbi would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about fucking the one and only Captain Carter in the past. But even this was a little bit too far.

“I don’t-” She began.

“Don’t worry, she won’t report you…she’s too much of a coward. That’s the reason she mouthed off at you like she did…she’s been intimidated of you since you got put on the same team together, haven’t you, Captain?”

“Y-yes sir…”

“Don’t tell me, tell your subordinate. Not that she’ll be your subordinate much longer if I have anything to do with it.”

Bobbi liked the sound of that, but before she could respond to the situation, Peggy looked up at her.

“I’m intimidated by you. I’m sorry.” She said, before casting her eyes back towards the carpet.

“You’re intimidated by all women younger and more attractive than you, aren’t you, you dried up old bitch? Especially women like Miss Morse who aren’t afraid to take what they want or to show off what they have.”

“I…” She lifted her head for a moment as if to protest and then lowered it again. “Yes.”

“Tell her the reason you yelled at her and tried to humiliate her in front of Miss Bishop.”

Peggy trembled. “Be-because I was afraid that she would exploit Elizabeth…I am a bigot…I don’t hate you, Bobbi, or women like you…but…I don’t trust you, as much as I should. I am a hypocrite…I am…a gutless worm.”

“And what else?”

“A-a weak willed woman…”

“And what would you rather be doing with your time instead of fighting crime and protecting the world?”

“Hnnng…washing dishes.” (PEGGY: +1 SP)(+97 SP)

“That’s right. You’re a waste of serum, do you know that?”

Peggy let out a sound like a sob and nodded in morose capitulation.

“You’re also a liar.” He smacked her across the ass and Bobbi watched her eyes open in horror before closing again, too disgraced to look even at Bobbi’s feet during this ordeal. “Tell her the real reason you got so angry, Captain…tell her that you fantasize about little Elizabeth as much as she does and you wanted to keep her all to yourself.”

Peggy was crying now and cringing at the thought, but Bobbi just grinned.

“I knew it!” She reached out and grabbed Peggy’s chin forcing her to look her in the eye. “I knew you were a jealous, selfish bitch.”

“Thank this nice woman for putting up your bitchiness.”

“Th-thank you, Bobbi…for putting up with my…bi-bitchiness.”

“No, thank her properly. Just like you did with Abigail.”

Peggy looked at him appalled, then slowly, she dropped to her knees and leaned down to kiss Bobbi’s feet.

Bobbi let out another sickening laugh, as Peggy pressed her lips delicately, to each individual toe. (PEGGY: +1 SP)(+98 SP)

“As you can see, I’ve made great strides in getting through to her the importance of acceptance and humility. If you are willing to consent to the little ceremony I have in mind for tomorrow, Hill will allow me to continue Peggy’s…re-training.” He said, glaring at the still groveling woman like she was a willful dog. “In fact, I might even be able to arrange for some group therapy so that you two can work through your frustrations. Provided you don’t rat me out for my less than…conventional methods.”

Bobbi smirked. “Don’t worry, doc. I’m not complaining…I’m just surprised you managed to break her down in such a short time.”

“Oh, she was always this submissive, she just hid it under the veneer of being a hero as means of overcoming her deeply held insecurity. That’s the reason why she felt the need to verbally **** you Miss Morse. In addition to being younger, prettier and more confident than her, you are also just more powerful than she is.”

“No kidding.” Bobbi said, lifting her shoe and shoving her sole into Peggy’s face. “So then, she’s not really…I mean, psychologically fit, to lead anyone, is she?”

“Oh no, of course not. The stress of pretending to be something she wasn’t contributed to her breakdown…”

Bobbi grinned even as Peggy reluctantly licked the dirt from her boots. “Alright, I won’t tell Maria just how **** your methods are, doctor, provided you make sure I never have to take orders from this bitch again.”

“Of course, Miss Morse. I can see that you are an ambitious woman and I respect your candor and commitment to S.H.I.E.L.D. Obviously, Hill made a mistake when she put this cow in charge of you…and not the other way around.”

Bobbi knelt and grabbed Peggy’s chin with one hand. Despite being shorter and less muscular in appearance, Bobbi was twice as strong as her former “Captain”. The serum which had given Bobbi her powers was seemingly better than the one which had effected Peggy in every way, allowing her to maintain her slender and voluptuous appearance while making her stronger than the most sinewy of power lifters.

“Did you hear that, cunt? You’re going to be taking orders from me, for the rest of your natural life.” Bobbi said, as Peggy glowered up at her. “Maybe I’ll make you kiss my feet every time you report to me. It can be your new salute, your way of thanking me for not kicking your ass. Do you think that Elizabeth will respect you, by the time I’m done with you? If you’re nice, I might even let you get her nice and turned on for me, right before I fuck her over your old desk.”

She tapped Peggy lightly on the cheek and then stood up. “Well, I came here looking for a fight but I found something much nicer.” She looked up at Manheim. “You’re one sick customer, you know that, Doc?”

“From you, Miss Morse, I take that as a compliment.”

Bobbi grinned and turned away, marching back to the front door. News like this deserved a celebration. Right now, she wanted to go out, find a nice club to get drunk at, and a dumb stud she could kick out the door in the morning. Flexing her legs and back, she swung open the door and was about to step out of the cottage, when she noticed something.

It was Elizabeth’s motorcycle. Parked next to the mailbox. She had been so angry and buzzed when she first crossed the street, she hadn’t noticed it at first. But there it was, Elizabeth’s distinctively purple and silver colored, $200,000 outdoor motorbike, with special attachments for her bow and quiver.

She suddenly felt the cold chill of understanding wash over her warm body. She had known it was too easy. She had known that something was up with that doctor too.

She turned and marched back into the living room, pointing behind her as she stopped in front of Peggy and Manheim. “Why is Elizabeth’s bike out there?”

Manheim stared at her for a moment and then shared a look with Peggy before saying “Grab her.”

KARA

Kara re-appeared right outside her apartment in a flash of energy and, after checking the surrounding area for peeking eyes, she flew up to the same window she’d exited from a few hours ago and slipped inside the darkened apartment.

“Kate? Are you alright?” She asked, as she closed the window behind her.

There was a sound of something moving through the air, before something metal and sharp collided with her head. Under normal circumstances, it would have bounced off harmlessly, and ended up being less painful to Kara than a bug bite was for humans. But as the 20,000 volts of electricity coursed out of the batarang, her nervous system locked up and she fell to one knee, too stunned to protect herself from what happened next.

A chunk of kryptonite, a little smaller than a golf-ball, landed on the floor in front of her, casually tossed there by the now fully uniformed figure who had emerged from the darkness.

“You really thought I was just going to forgive you after what you did to me?” Kate asked, as she stepped over to the currently kneeling and groaning form of Kara. Reaching down, she grabbed the girl’s long blonde hair and used it to lift her face off the carpet. “You **** me, you psycho bitch…you **** me and you helped your fucking boyfriend **** me. I trusted you and you treated me like dirt…”

Kara’s eyes rolled towards Kate, her vision of the masked face already blurring from exposure to the kryptonite. “K-Kate…please…”

“Oh, please. You didn’t listen to me when I begged for us to stop, did you?” Kate demanded, letting go of Kara’s hair and letting her face smack into the floor. “You were too busy making googily eyes with that…man. Y’know, I should have known you’d pull this shit the moment you tried to seduce me.”

She leaned down and pressed her heel into the back of Kara’s neck as she began to squirm to try to get away from the glowing green rock. “You straight bitches, you think it’s fun to play with the emotions of women like me, don’t you? You think lesbians exist just so you can look more sexy for your abusive boyfriends. Well, congratulations, Kara, I’m sure your ‘master’ will think you’re real fucking sexy, when he finds you dead on the floor of your apartment.”

Kara ground her nails into the carpet, trying to push herself away from the stone, even as she felt all the strength in her body leaking away. Her skin was on fire and her stomach felt like it had been **** inside out. She had been exposed to Kryptonite before, of course. But the pain and nausea only grew with the length of her exposure, and she felt certain now that it could still get a lot worse.

Her face was **** back into the ground, when Kate pressed down on it. “I thought about telling Diana about what you did to me, Kara…but I like this better. Instead of being executed along with your boyfriend, you are going to die, slowly, on the floor of this apartment. All alone. And by the time anyone finds you, I’ll be long gone.”

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

“Kara, it’s Cassie! Me and Kori came over to see how you’re doing.”

Kate looked up from her victim at the front door, her whole body seizing and breathing pausing to avoid detection.

“We heard about what happened with Power Girl. So we came to cheer you up, to show you what good friends we are.” That was Kori. Between her and Cassie Sandsmark, Kate didn’t know who which was worse. Cassie had Amazonian training. But Kori could be notoriously dangerous when her back was up against a wall.

Slowly, she crouched down, grabbing Kara’s face and covering it with her glove, to avoid her alerting either of them as to her predicament. “Try to signal for help, and I’ll snap your neck.” She informed Kara, in a whisper.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!* “Kara, we saw you fly inside, we know you’re in there…come on, just open up the door so we can talk.”

Kate rolled her eyes heavenward. Then she pulled out another batarang. She had taken an oath, to protect the innocent. It didn’t matter anymore if Kara was being mind-controlled or had just gone insane. Kate couldn’t allow Kara to do to others what she’d done to others. She’d seen the gleam in her eyes when that man had ordered her to go with Kate back to Gotham. Kara had fully intended to manipulate Stephanie and Cassandra, so that they could be abused and degraded as Kate had.

She couldn’t be allowed to live.

Kara looked up at her in her last moments. Then her eyes glowed with tiniest pricks of energy. Kate lurched backward off Kara in time to avoid the weak blast of heat searing her face. It was only as the smoke alarm above began to ring that she realized Kara hadn’t been even been aiming for her.

Before Kate could even calculate a response to this, the door to the apartment had turned to splinters and she was shoved to the floor. Cassie now kneeled over her, the double-U insignia beneath her trademark leather jacket catching the green glow of the Kryptonite crystal. Her blonde main still fluttering from coming out of super speed, she wrapped two hands around the front of Kate’s costume, the golden manacles on each wrist glinting almost as dangerously as the contorted expression on her face.

Her rage faded though, when she recognized the woman she’d just tackled. “Kate…wha-what the hell?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation on her face, which was all the time that Kate needed. Cassie had dated Superboy. She was straight as far as Kate knew and couldn’t be trusted not to turn her over into His custody. Slipping free a capsule from her belt, she crushed it inches from Cassie’s face, sending the young woman into gasping fits and then shoved her backward, onto Kara’s prone form.

The move was pulled off well enough to allow her to get a couple steps toward the window, before Kori had grabbed her and shoved her into the nearest wall. With eyes burning with green fire, she snarled and then dropped Kate just short of **** her out. Kate heaved for breath, just in time for Kori to give her a sharp kick to the stomach and **** all the air back out of her lungs.

“Try something like that again and it will not go so nicely for you.” Kori said, stepping past the still coughing Cassie and picking up Kara like a baby. “Cassie, if you could commence with the tying her up, I will get Kara to safety.”

Cassie rubbed her swollen eyes and shot Kori a dirty look but did as commanded, stumbling over to Kate’s twitching body, before rolling her over.

“Okay, Kate…I’m gonna give you one chance to tell me what the fuck is going on,” Cassie said. “Because I consider myself a pretty forgiving person.”

Kate just stared at her and then closed her eyes and curled back into a ball. She had failed. She’d had one shot to protect her family and she’d failed. Barbara had been right after all.

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

Kara didn’t hear the crackling sounds of Cassie’s Lasso of Lightning bringing Kate’s exhausted and aching body into the realm of unconciousness. Neither did she see Cassie pick up the chunk of Kryptonite and drop it into the kitchen garbage can.

But she felt the warmth of the Tamaranean body holding her. Like Kryptonians, Starfire’s species absorbed solar energy, although their bodies didn’t process it the same way. While Kori wasn’t nearly as strong, fast or durable as Kara, she was able to expel the energy she’d absorbed in the form of “Starbolts” and absorb heat and radiation from her environment.

It was relatively easy for her to absorb the irradiation of Kryptonite from Kara’s clothes, although slightly more difficult to funnel the solar energy she’d absorbed into Kara’s body at a degree which wouldn’t sear Kara’s weakened skin. But once she’d done so, Kara was feeling almost back up to full strength in a matter of seconds.

“Uh…what…what happened?” Kara let out a wet cough and lifted her hand from her mouth to see blood slipping between her fingers.

“Cassie and I heard about what happened in Metropolis, so we came to see if you would join us for the drinking of the **** and also possibly the playing of the Scrabble. Then Katherine almost murdered you.” Kori had been in Young Justice longer than anybody else still on its roster and had taken up the role of team mom to its younger members. Kara could tell now she was looking at her with the same sympathy and love she gave to her team-mates when they were hurt.

It almost made her want to pass out in her arms and say goodnight to what was possibly the worst day of her life (an incredible accomplishment considering she remembered the day when her parents and her entire planet was wiped out). The warmth which Kori was emanating only made her more eager to snuggle into her struggle arms and sob herself to sleep.

But she had something she needed to do. The plan had gone sideways and now Cassie and Kori probably thought Kate had gone crazy. And Gerry needed to know.

“Thanks for the save…” She said, slipping out of Kori’s grasp and gently landing on the pavement, just as they exited the apartment stair-case. “But I have to go check on something. Umm…do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about Kate until I get back okay?”

Kori raised an eyebrow and then smiled, reaching out and grabbing Kara’s forearm in a show of trust. “By the dread swamps of Blazztafawmoth, it shall be done.”

Then her concern returned. “But are you sure you will be up for the flying?”

Kara gave a weak smile. “I’ll be fine! I promise!” Then she took off in the direction of the only place she could think to look for him.

ELIZABETH

Elizabeth knelt on the floor of the bedroom, staring at darkness. Manheim’s last command to her, after someone knocked on the door, was “Hide.” She considered herself good at hiding. You had to be when you were the only one without super powers on the team. Unlike Peggy, Elizabeth didn’t have an endless source of stamina to fall back on, or an indestructible shield to hide behind. She had to think on her toes and rely on her agility to stay out of the direct line of fire.

Earlier today she’d been proud of her abilities. Proud of how she was able to still be useful, despite the caliber of foe she faced on a weekly basis. Now she wasn’t sure she could ever be proud of herself again. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were supposed to be interrogation proof. She knew for a fact that Peggy and Bobbi had survived being tortured. Before tonight she would have counted herself in the same caliber as them. Capable of anything, to protect her country and more importantly, her team mates.

Now she didn’t think she deserved to go to work in the same building as them, let alone fight alongside them. She had so easily surrendered, so easily allowed her dignity to be stripped from her. How could Peggy ever be proud of Elizabeth after watching her grind on Manheim’s leg and speak in that awful way? Her only hope was that Peggy wouldn’t tell anyone about it. She didn’t think she could stand the teasing, if Bobbi ever found out.

She tried to tell herself that this was the reason why she didn’t just hop out the window. That she couldn’t afford to displease Manheim and have him **** her any further. But she knew better, deep down. He had stripped away her self-confidence. If she made a decision for herself, it was bound to result in even more mortifying circumstances. If she followed orders though, it was possible he might be merciful with her.

She was jostled from her paralyzed state, after what felt like an eternity, when she heard a yell from the living room. Her ears perked and her body staggered to a standing position. Still unwilling to trust her own instincts, it wasn’t until she heard the sound of something shattering, that she rushed out of the room. Peggy was in trouble.

It didn’t matter that she’d lured her here, seemingly for the purpose of this perverse game. It didn’t matter that she seemed to care more about getting approval from Manheim than she did about what happened to Elizabeth. Peggy was the only shining light in all this, the possibility that she might be at some point kind again, too tantalizing to be allowed to vanish for something as petty as pride.

As she sprinted down the hallway and into the foyer, she saw it. Bobbi stood in the middle of the living room, blood pouring down her face (it looked like her nose might be broken), with her arm wrapped around Peggy’s neck. Peggy’s was at her feet, surrounded by the pieces of the destroyed phonograph, trying to unsuccessfully to stand up and break Bobbi’s leverage on her.

As she watched, trying to possibly imagine a more nightmarish scenario, Manheim appeared, trying to grapple Bobbi’s lithe form from behind. He must have been stronger than he looked, because he actually put up a better fight than she would have expected from his build. But Bobbi still sent him sprawling with a well place kick. Strength was no substitute for training, not at their level.

But Elizabeth wasn’t just not strong enough to break Bobbi’s grip on Peggy. She also wasn’t anywhere near proficient enough to keep her busy for more than a few seconds. Bobbi had mastered hand-to-hand combat decades before Elizabeth was even born and any attempt to dissuade her from her current course of action through the use of **** would terminate in Elizabeth getting her ass kicked.

Then she remembered. The arrow. The new arrow she’d brought, specifically to show Peggy. She’d been so proud of it. And now, maybe Peggy would be too. Rushing out of the living room, she grabbed her quiver, from where she’d left it by the door and quickly secured a slightly shorter arrow than the rest, which she’d marked with a purple fletching.

“‘Grab her’…what the fuck did you think was gonna happen you stupid motherfucker?” Bobbi demanded, even as Peggy made strangling noises beneath her grip. “Soon as I’m done with this bitch I’m going to-”

THWIP!

She had been too focused on Manheim to notice Elizabeth and as a result, the arrow landed right in the small of her back. If it was one of Elizabeth’s sharp-tipped ones, which were designed for hunting animals like bears, whose skeletons were so thick that even shot-gun shells were ineffective against them, it would have killed her. The arrow would have shattered her coccyx, paralyzing her from the hip up and rupturing three different vital organs on its trip to the other side of her body.

Luckily for Bobbi, the point of the arrow tapered to a fine needle, sharp enough to puncture flesh, but fragile enough to blunt the **** of Elizabeth’s compound bow. As Bobbi turned to stare at Elizabeth, enough tranquilizers to put an African Bull Elephant into a coma flowed from the shaft of the arrow into the wound. Her grip on Peggy slacked, her eyes glazed over.

And then she collapsed on the floor, the arrow still sticking up out of her back. Peggy rolled out from underneath her and stood up, rubbing her neck ruefully. Then she rushed over to Manheim, helping him to his feet and brushing the dust off his suit. Elizabeth felt like saying something snappy and sarcastic, but instead she just lowered her head in shame for how **** for approval she’d become.

“Guh-good work…” Manheim said, still staggering a little bit. “Quick uh…thinking.”

Somewhere, deep inside, she felt pleasure at his words. Even though they were a shitty consolation to just a smile from Peggy, they somehow soothed the ocean of emotion within her and filled her with anticipation that he might allow her another orgasm.

“Do you uh…have any rope?” He asked, turning to Peggy. She shook her head and Elizabeth brightened up, rushing back to her quiver and pulling out her grappling hook arrow. It contained within it 30 meters of compressed steel wire and as soon as he caught on to what she was doing, Manheim’s eyes lit up.

“Good girl.” He said, with an unsteady smile. “Well, go ahead, tie her up. You saw her, she’s lost her mind.”

Elizabeth hesitated. Bobbi was her friend and her team-mate and if she did what Manheim said, she was sure to be the next one being mistreated. But the possibility of no longer being on the bottom of the totem pole was too tantalizing to ignore. She quickly decompressed the arrow’s containment chamber, removed the shaft of the tranquilizing arrow and wrapped the wire around Bobbi’s arms and legs.

“That won’t hold her when she wakes up.” Elizabeth admitted, as she stood up.

Gerry nodded, glaring at Bobbi. “Don’t worry…I’ve got a plan. I just need a second…” He looked at both of them and then marched into the foyer.

Elizabeth looked at Peggy, who looked away. She considered asking Peggy about Manheim. Then she reconsidered it. No good could come from rocking the boat now. Both pulled out of the uneasy silence however, when another knock came at the door.

For a moment they both stood in the living room, unsure how to proceed, before they heard Manheim’s voice. “Both of you, get in here now!”

Sprinting into the foyer, Elizabeth grabbed her quiver and notched her next arrow, this one lethal, in preparation for whatever insane interruption came next.

“Sir, maybe you should let me open it…” Peggy said, grasping for Manheim’s hand. He yanked his cuff free of her grasp and opened the door a silver.

Elizabeth’s eyes trained on the figure beyond the crack in the door, illuminated only by the lamp on the stoop.

It was Supergirl. Supergirl was standing on the front porch and she looked like she’d just gotten back from Apokolips.

Manheim opened the door fully and she looked relieved for a moment. Then she fell to her knees and grabbed at his pant-leg in desperation. “I’m sorry…I failed you. I’m sorry…” She sobbed.

GERRY

This was bad. Not only had Bobbi almost ruined everything, but I had apparently overestimated how tamed Kate was. It didn’t make any sense. Kate’s score was +82 and she was supposedly being treated as 10 points higher than normal because she’d been punished by Peggy. According to the app, at 80+, Kate should be so bound to me she was “afraid to make her own decisions” that didn’t have to do with pleasing me. She should have been totally submissive. That meant that even if Kate didn’t feel the need to be submissive toward Kara the way she did me, she still should have been afraid to kill Kara, because of the possibility of displeasing me.

Unless…unless she didn’t think that I would care if Kara was dead or alive. I remembered her theory that Kara was being mind-controlled. If she thought I was just turning these women into sex-slaves (which I was) and if she had a particularly cynical view of the way that men objectified women, she might very well believe that I’d have a sociopathic disregard for Kara’s life. Combined with her increased hatred toward women like Kara…yeah, this might have been my fault.

But what was I supposed to do, command her not to attack Kara before I left? Actually, that might have fixed the problem. I had believed that Kate was too broken to put up a fight anymore, and since she couldn’t physically challenge Kara or reveal what I’d done to her, I’d thought she was as good as mine.

I had made a major misjudgment which had almost cost Kara her life and which, judging from the fact she was curled up in the foyer of Peggy’s cottage, might have permanently scarred her.

Kara noticed me looking at her and her eyes welled all over again. “Please, sir. We have to do something before Kori and Cassie get suspicious. If they bring Kate to Diana, she’ll find out the truth and then she-she…”

Her eyes welled. She had almost died. But she wasn’t worried about her own life, she was worried about mine. She was devastated by how much she’d failed ME.

I should have seen it sooner. No wonder she had such a low submission score to begin with. Kara was just as traumatized as Peggy had been, it was just manifesting differently.

“Kara, that’s not going to happen, alright?” I said, kneeling in front of her. “Now, you are going to tell your friends that Kate is carrying a virus that causes **** in humans. You will tell them that you have to bring her to the Fortress of Solitude for quarantine, alright?”

“But-but daddy…Cassie is human. She’ll think she has to come too!”

I dragged a hand across my face. Hubris, that’s what this was. You dominated a couple of super-powerful women, and you suddenly forgot how close you were to ending up being publicly executed.

“She’s magic, isn’t she? Tell her that it doesn’t effect humans with magic. Tell her whatever you need to, but we need to get Kate to the Fortress, alright? As soon as you have her, come back here.”

She nodded and as she stood up, I took her hand to help her up. “You did good, alright? This isn’t your fault.”

She nodded and then rushed back out the front door.

I turned to Peggy and Elizabeth, who were still in the living room, although both being spies I suspected they’d eavesdropped on the entire conversation. “Alright, you two. Bring Bobbi outside.”

They both looked confused by the command, but they were too submissive at this point to hesitate for more than a second. Then they rushed to obey, picking up Bobbi’s still, for the moment, **** form and carrying her the front door. Following behind them, I pointed at the yellow sports car she’d taken here. Kara would have to bring that to the fortress too. I couldn’t afford any clues that Bobbi had been here. Which reminded me…

“Peggy!”

“Yes sir,”

“Do you agents have tracking devices in their vehicles.”

“N-no sir. Not as far as I know.” How the fuck had she been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for so long and still not know? “But we do have trackers in our communicators.”

I walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle and ripped off the communicator watch on Bobbi’s wrist.

“Did you need a code to access these?” I asked, as I pressed a button to switch it on.

“It’ll be password protected.” Elizabeth said, eager to help.

“Great.” I handed it to Peggy. “Destroy it.”

She looked at the communicator for a moment, then she bent down and began smashing it into the asphalt with more viciousness than I’d anticipated. She stopped, when the glass screen was shattered and the microchips inside had been crushed.

“It shouldn’t work now.” She said, picking it up.

“Elizabeth, do you know how to copy handwriting?” I asked.

She shook her head slowly.

“I do, sir.” Peggy said, stepping closer. “I can write a note for Bobbi, if that’s what you need.”

I nodded. “Go inside and write a note saying that she’s discovered a mole at S.H.I.E.L.D. and won’t be back until she unmasks her.”

Peggy nodded and rushed inside, while I turned to Elizabeth. “You know how to pick a lock?”

“Yes, sir.” She blushed.

“As soon as Peggy gets back with that note, you take your motorcycle to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ and put that note in Bobbi’s personal quarters, wherever they are, okay?”

She nodded.

“And while you’re there, you are not going to tell anyone about what happened tonight. In fact, you won’t tell anyone what you know about Bobbi’s location unless I give you permission, understand?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Well, she was much more agreeable than Kate. That reminded me. I’d have to come up with some kind of punishment for what Kate had done. Something that would really sting.

Peggy arrived while I mulled it over and I nodded to Elizabeth. She grabbed the note and hurried over to her motorcyle.

“WAIT!” I yelled.

She paused and turned to me.

“You’re still dressed like a little girl. Your jumpsuit is inside, in the bottom drawer of Peggy’s dresser.”

Elizabeth blushed again and nodded, hurrying back into the cottage. I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the heart palpitations which my almost vital error had caused. Elizabeth had apparently been wearing that cum-stained dress for so long that both of us had forgotten it was anything but normal.

I turned back toward the car to make sure that Bobbi was still deep asleep, and then turned back to Peggy. “In two hours, you are going to call Maria and tell her that Bobbi just dropped by and told you that someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. is trying to kill Maria and that Bobbi will be in deep cover until she figures out who, alright?”

“I-yes, sir…but that’s not what deep cover means.” She said, wincing, as if I was about to strike her for correcting me. I actually considered doing it, just because I knew she wouldn’t blame me and it would relieve some of the stress that the current circumstances had induced.

I decided not to. I could come up with plenty of reasons to work out my aggression on her, but I didn’t want her frightened to tell me information I needed to know.

“Thank you for your honesty, Captain. Tell her whatever makes the most sense in spy lingo, alright. Just make sure she knows that Bobbi won’t be showing her face anytime soon and that she apparently doesn’t trust anyone other than you at S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“But…she won’t believe me.” Peggy said. “Sir, if you want to get rid of Maria, why don’t you just fire her?”

Right. She thought I had more authority than her actual boss.

“Are you questioning my judgment?” I asked.

Again, Peggy cringed and I felt a little bit better about just having my ass kicked by a blonde half my size. “But she doesn’t trust me anymore…and she’ll never believe that Bobbi trusted me and not Elizabeth.”

I rubbed my eyes. I had been awake for too long to deal with this shit. Even with my enhanced stamina allowing me to take part in sexual festivities without being worn out, it had still been a LONG day and I was having trouble untangling the knot of contradictions around my situation.

The metaphor reminded me of the Gordian Knot. The simplest way forward was the best. If I got tied up in details, I would get caught.

Just then the door opened and Elizabeth rushed outside, still pulling on her biker jacket.

“MISS BISHOP!” I yelled.

She paused right next to her bike and scurried over. “Y-yes, sir?”

“Give me the letter.” As soon as she handed it over I inspected the paper and then stuffed it into my pocket. The lab techs at S.H.I.E.L.D. would figure out it was Peggy’s paper. No, better not to give them any evidence at all. The vaguer the story, the fewer holes could be poked in it. “You’re not going to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, you are going home. And you are going to call from there, telling Maria that Bobbi just stopped by and told you that there was a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D. and not to trust anyone but her.”

“But Maria?”

I frowned.

“I’m sorry, sir,” She covered her face and almost cowered behind Peggy. “Do you want me to say Bobbi said not to trust anyone but Maria or not to trust anyone but Bobbi?”

“The latter. Do you think you can do that?”

Elizabeth nodded quickly.

“Good. Get it done and make it convincing and I’ll allow you to bring yourself to another orgasm, alright? And once you get home don’t leave unless it’s to under my instruction, alright? You work for me now, understand?”

She nodded again, without looking up.

“Who do you work for?”

“You, sir!”

“Good. Now get going.”

As soon as she was out of sight I turned to Peggy. “Alright, change of plans Captain. You know that lovely cottage you have? You are going to trash it. You are going to make it seem like the incredible hulk blew through. And when you are done you are calling Maria to tell her that you have been infected with some kind of disease that caused you to be violent and not to send anyone near you in case they become infected. I have your phone number I’ll text you further instructions if necessary.”

She nodded and slowly looked back at the cottage, her eyes shimmering with tears. Most of her possessions were antiques she’d paid a fortune for, trying to recreate the life which had been stolen from her.

I reached up and cupped her chin. “Hey…”

She turned back to look at me, almost hopeful that I wouldn’t make her do it.

“Make sure it’s convincing. I don’t want anyone to be able to tell that Bobbi was here tonight, alright?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Yes, sir.” (PEGGY: +1 SP)(+99 SP)

I didn’t let go of her chin. “Don’t worry, Peggy. Once you help me clean up S.H.I.E.L.D., you’ll be able to retire. Then I’ll get you a nice English manor, one of the ones that wasn’t bombed. You can fill it up with useless old junk and sweep and dust until to your little heart’s content.”

“Sir?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you mean what you said…to Bobbi? It’s alright…if you did. I just…”

“Of course I did. We both know you are too pathetic to actually protect anyone. You’re a woman after all. You’re stronger and smarter than most women on Earth. But you’re still a woman.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry I couldn’t beat her. If Superg-I mean, umm, Abigail…had been here, she would have been able to do what you commanded me to.”

I leaned closer to her. “Do what I need you to do right now and I’ll let you help me re-educate her.”

She smiled a little and I lowered my hand from her face to her rump and gave it a nice hard slap. “Now, get moving girl, rest is for the wicked.”

She shifted and I could tell she was getting turned on again. However, she’d have to do without me for a night. I had two blondes and a redhead that desperately needed taking care of right now.

When she saw I wasn’t going to do anything else to her, she saluted and rushed back to the house. Although I could swear she was shaking that magnificent ass of hers a little as she went. I’d have to punish her for that when I got back, trying to distract me from my work.

Just as soon as she’d closed the door behind her, I heard a woosh of air from above and looked up to see Kara returning, carrying a miserable looking Kate under one arm.

“You’ve been a very bad girl.” I said, leaning down to stare Kate in the eyes.

She held my gaze for a moment, again longer than she should have, given her current score. Then she looked away.

“We’ll have to change your superhero alias, Katiekins.” I said, gently lifting off her mask and tossing it into the car. “What do you think, Kara? You’re the one who was babysitting her when she was acting up, do you think Brat-woman or Bat-dyke?”

Kara smiled that I was giving her a choice and her face screwed up in spiteful delight. “Bat-dyke, for sure.”

“Would you like that Bat-dyke? Would you like me to **** you to make an announcement to all your fellow feminists that you are rebranding yourself as Bat-dyke? You could even say it was to destigmatize the word, to show solidarity with your fellow rug-munchers.” I said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at me.

Again she glared back. But the glare quickly transformed into a pleading look.

“Kara told me all about you’re little ambush. How does it feel to know that not only is this young, beautiful blonde,” With that I reached out and ran my hand along the underside of Kara’s chin, causing her eyes to flutter close with pleasure. “Who is a thousand times stronger and faster than you are, but also smarter?”

Kate didn’t answer.

“You’re going to do exactly what Kara says from now on, you are going to obey her as if she were an extension of my will. And each time you rebel, she is going to punish you. Until you are nothing but a whimpering little girl, begging to be good and apologizing for ever thinking you liked pussy.”

I nodded to the car and Kara gently, more gently than the wet-faced Kate probably deserved, dropped the older woman into the backseat.

“Oh, Kate, do me a favor and use that grappling hook from your utility belt to restrain the bisexual blonde right next to you. She’s going to be my **** too, in fact, you’re going to help me **** and dehumanize her. If you do as you’re told and place nice, I might even let you dominate her, instead of being her **** as well.”

Kate looked at me and then at Bobbi and I saw it in her eyes. She should have felt sympathy for her fellow abductee. But all she was feeling was hatred toward another woman who she couldn’t have, another woman who would **** her if she got the chance. And a little bit of arousal at the idea that she might get to punish Bobbi if she did as I said.

With that, she began unrolling a spool of wire from her belt and wrapping it around Bobbi’s alright bound body.

With that, I climbed into the driver’s seat and smiled at Kara. “The North Pole, if it’s not too much trouble.”

She nodded and scooped up the car and its three passengers, lifting off and carrying us high above National City, although thankfully, not high enough that the air got too cold or de-oxygenated for us to breathe. She had experience bringing humans with her on her flights after all and I was thankful how loyal she was, with how easily she could have launched all of us into space.

As we cruised through the chilly air, I pulled out my phone, careful to hide it’s screen from the ever inquisitive Kate. It was the least of my concerns at this point, but I ended up picking A&A for Elizabeth. Both traits would make her unpredictable, but they could help me catch Maria and other possible future slaves in a compromising position. All I needed to do was order Elizabeth to mess something up badly in front of Maria, and when the later chided her, she’d find Elizabeth kissing her full on the mouth. And once I had testimony from Elizabeth that Maria had sexually assaulted her…well, the dominoes would all fall into place. Assuming Maria didn’t have me assassinated.

I’d have to work out the kinks in that plan before I implemented it.

As soon as I selected the traits, I got a bunch of achievements as well. I guess the app had been waiting for me to pick something to load more notifications.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 600 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED AGILITY: When stealing objects and avoiding harm, your Agility score is doubled.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - FANTASTIC FOUR

Congratulations, you’ve had sex with four different subjects! - Here's your reward: +10 SP.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - MOONLIGHT SLUTNATA

Congratulations, you've unlocked 14 traits. - Here's your reward: +20 SP.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - LOCKED UP

Congratulations, you've gained 10 locks. - Here's your reward: +10 SP

That was 40 points without even trying. It also brought me up to 318 SP, enough for one Level 3 upgrade or three level 2 upgrades. And that wasn’t even considering the possibility of selling traits that I had. At the moment “PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME”, “HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS” and “BUT MAYBE YOUR RIGHT…” weren’t vital for my plans. I could also probably get sell “CHOOSE MY FETISH FOR ME”, given how depraved the ALPHA BITCH trait already made Kara. But it was pretty fun being able to change what she was attracted to on a whim.

I looked through the traits I hadn’t considered upgrading yet, along with the ones I’d already upgraded.

MARIA: “PR DISASTER”: While around the user, the subject will commit humiliating social gaffes which reflect badly on them as a leader and on any organizations which they manage. The extremity of these gaffes will be proportional to their Submission Points towards you.

Level II: The subject suffers from these gaffes regardless of their proximity to the user, but the gaffes are more severe while the user is within 100 meters of subject.

KARA: "ALPHA BITCH, LvII"

The subject will become turned on by the idea of dominating your other subjects and of gathering more subjects for you. Additionally, when the subject helps you gain submission points from other subjects, you gain 2.0x the regular number of points.

Level III: Multiplier for points gain increases from 2.0x to 2.5x.

PEGGY: “THE ENFORCER, LvII”

When another subject disobeys you, they will allow this subject to punish them, provided the punishment is proportional to their submission score toward you (not the subject). After being punished by your Enforcer, a subject's submission score is treated as 10 points higher than normal.

Level III: While punishing a subject, your Enforcer ignores all supernatural abilities and resistances the subject has and cannot be affected by the supernatural abilities of other subjects. Additionally, the enforcer will automatically know if a subject has disobeyed the user in the past and will be able to punish subjects for disobeying the user regardless of when they did so.

KATE: "DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL"

Whenever the user buys the subject a gift and presents it to them, the subject's affection for the user will increase.

Level II: The user no longer needs to present the gift to the subject to gain affection from them provided the subject knows the gift came from the user. However, the amount of affection gained is increased when the gift is presented to them.

KATE: “SHE-WOMAN HATER”

The subject will continue to be attracted to women, but will become increasingly resentful and sadistic towards heterosexual women, bisexual women, women who won't have casual sex with her, and women who she deems as being too ugly to have sex with.

Level II: The amount of sadistic pleasure the subject gains due to this trait is doubled and her hatred for other women is increased by how attractive the woman is.

ELIZABETH: “ALWAYS INADEQUATE”

Whenever the subject is criticized, they will feel the need to apologize for their inadequacy with a sign of affection. The more humiliating the criticism, the more intense the apology.

Level II: The subject will come to associate being criticized with receiving pleasure and will become turned on by being insulted.

ELIZABETH: “MANNERS MAKE THE WHORE”

Whenever the subject is impolite or otherwise violates social convention in front of three or more people, for the next hour their arousal is increased and their Charm and Intelligence is decreased.

_Level II: The number of people who the subject needs to violate social convention in front of is decreased to 1 and the increase of arousal caused is doubled.- - - - - -

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Lots of decisions for this one!

EDIT: I made a mistake in implying that a 3rd level upgrade costs 200 SP instead of 300. I have since fixed it but I apologize for the confusion.