Just the Help

No, save our extra selections for later. The real issue was the fucking mental options. They really felt like a trap, given that every 100 seemed to have them. But then why give me the warning? The app seemed to be playing by some set of rules, even if it didn’t like them…

Asa sent another text, asking me to do her a favor. I smirked as I did so. She’d phrased it ambiguously, even with our new security, but I knew what to do. As we were pulling in, Jenna smirked, “Ready to lose your girl?”

Well, I wasn’t gonna get a better straight line than that. “You know that ain’t gonna happen. Asa’s too much woman for you. I can dom her, but you? You’ll be on your knees the second you see her all dolled up and ready to lead. You’ll do anything she says. Believe anything she says. And you won’t be able to resist her, or even lie to her. She’s too good! She’ll be your goddess.”

Jenna laughed, but it was a weak thing. And when we walked in to see Asa:

Jenna’s knees hit the floor, even as Asa’s crop lowered.

“Good girl.”

Asa approached, her crop running over Jenna’s skin. “Do you know why I put the pad there?”

“Uh…”

“Because I knew you’d be on your knees when faced with me.” Which was impressive, as it wasn’t something she’d asked for. Asa knew me. And I did like a woman on her knees…

I stood behind Jenna.

“W-w-wha--”

“Look at yourself, Jenna. Really see yourself. See what I’ve had made of you. The skirt, the blouse, the heels.” Jenna’s eyes flicked to the mirror behind Asa, and then the crop came down on her nipple and Asa’s hand twitched, I **** Jenna to cum, thinking about licking Asa’s cunt. Jenna twitched and almost fell over. “Your lack of bra. And your sensitivity. To the rest of the world you may still be a tomboy, but in here, with me, you know what you are, don’t you?”

Jenna’s eyes flickered desperately as she tried to figure out what the hell to say. “I, I, I--what did you do to--”

“Answer me. What is a woman, dressed like you, on her knees before me, who cums from having her tits cropped? What would you call a woman who was like that before you?”

“A bitch…” Jenna admitted.

“That’s right. You’re my bitch.”

“What did you do to me?”

“Tamed you. That’s the only thing that makes sense, doesn’t it? Why else would you be dressed like that?”

“How did you--what’s your power?”

FUCK! I belatedly realized what Asa was doing…there was no way to question Jenna without revealing what we were after. Sure we could order her not to tell, but that wasn’t perfect. It was always possible, but now, Asa was setting it up so it would look like she was in charge.

“You don’t need to know that.”

“Eli! H--”

“Hush. He can’t hear anything I don’t want him to. Eyes on me. Listen.”

Double fuck. Could I really let her do this? I could hardly stop her at this point, not without making it all pointless, which wouldn’t accomplish anything. Jenna’s interrogation was already underway, and Asa looked at me, “Take notes,” she ordered.

I obeyed, there was no way to reverse this without exposing us both…the stream of information was impressive. Jenna wasn’t a standard contractor, she worked on bolt-holes, hideouts, hidden rooms and secret passages. The supervillains didn’t entirely trust her, so she didn’t know secret identities, or bank accounts, or such, mostly. But hidden bases, those we had identified all over the city. None at Arkham though, thank goodness.

Most of those weren’t necessarily in use at any time, or she had no idea when they were, but three were improvements to people’s homes:

1) Bradford Thorne, that fucking taxidermist influencer, who Jenna had been working for when we met, was apparently he was also known as ‘the Crime Doctor’ which didn’t sound too bad, but apparently besides treating criminals, he also provided ‘interrogation’ services and his ‘basement’ also had three separate cells…

2) Steven Sharpe, some rich dickhead was somehow connected to the Royal Flush gang, as there was a secret entrance to his mansion, which she’d seen several of them in.

3) A professor Mahnkhet, who had had his house retrofitted because his son had ice powers due to exposure from the older man’s use of some ice technology, back when he’d been the supervillain Icicle.

Fuck. The last two weren’t terribly urgent, but Thorne could be torturing people right now. What were we supposed to do about that?

Well, Asa’s answer to that was simple.

She stripped the bitch naked and mounted her face and rode her until she was satisfied. Then she slapped the bitch on the ass, told her to act like this never happened, to forget it happened, even, to always obey Asa, and to tell her about anything where anyone’s life was in danger, and all the usual security shit, plus, after a glance from me, the same limits on future modifications to her personality, or core nature.

Then she kicked her out, with me reaffirming Asa’s commands, “Heh, sorry dude, but I did warn you. You can never disobey Asa.”

Jenna smiled. I don’t know if she’d actually forgotten, or was just acting like she had, but in the end it didn’t matter.

When I got back inside, Asa kissed me deeply. “I see why you keep Frannie around…that was…satisfying. Pay evil unto evil, right?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t comfortable with what I was doing, seeing it from the outside made it worse. At the same time, sometime in her discussion of how close together the bars needed to be to keep anyone from reaching out to grab at their torturer, I’d lost my sympathy for Jenna. I changed the subject. The other two targets could wait, but what about Thorne? We needed him dealt with, but had no way to do that without arousing suspicion.

“Firefly taking him down would be a good first step for her as a hero.”

“But she needs to want that and get out first. And he could be--”

“Relax, he’s streaming right now. All he’s cutting up is animals…we just need to buy some time.”

“If we had more control over some volunteer/protest folks, we could probably gin up some anti-animal thing.” He’s hardly gonna be doing that with protesters outside his house.

“Hmmm…I was talking to Diamond about the influencer thing. Gotham Insurance sponsors some. I think maybe she could get him out of town for a few weeks?”

“I’m talking to her Thursday. Can we find a way to keep him busy until then?”

It took a while, but a whole stream of random things, especially with Skin’s help could be managed. She was curious about it, but she trusted us, couldn’t not.