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KARA

She had that dream again. Except this time, when she came across the ****, instead of just watching, she tried to intercede. But her powers had disappeared at the last moment and the man had beaten her up, in front of the woman she was trying to protect. Then he had taken both of them, laughing at how pathetic she was. As she lay in the alley sobbing, she felt someone appear from behind and wrap their arms around her and carry her out of the alley, like she was a little baby.

Then she woke up. In bed. With Gerry.

He was dicking around on his phone. His erection was pressing into her stomach.

"You know my secret identity..." She said, slowly.

He glanced over at her and nodded.

"Why-why did you pretend that you didn't know before?" She asked.

"I thought I'd give you a chance to be honest with me." He said, giving her a stern look. Despite herself, she felt slightly frightened by that look.

Then she shook her head. "I-I don't understand..."

He rolled his eyes, as if she was the one being unreasonable. Was she? "I knew from the first second I met you. Your disguise isn't very good by the way...no wonder everyone thinks you're an airhead, Kara, when you think that all it takes to disguise your identity is a pair of glasses."

"Hey! E-everyone doesn't think that!" She hated that she didn't sound as sure as she'd hoped.

Gerry smiled condescendingly. "I saw the way you watched that scene at the brothel, remember? You pretended not to be into it, didn't you, because you didn't want me to know how much of a slut Super Girl was?"

She tried to think back to that scene at the brothel. She didn't remember enjoying it, but then, she didn't remember enjoying being spanked on stage and she'd pretended she had to make Gerry happy. Why was it so important, to make Gerry happy? Was it because he knew her secret identity and he knew that her powers had disappeared and he had seen her masturbate like a nymphomaniac last night?

Or was it because she needed him to stick around, to still be interested in her? It wasn't just that he was the only one who could make her cum. He'd changed her life so much, in such a short amount of time that she wasn't sure what she'd do if he wasn't around anymore.

"I didn't..." She ended up saying. Somehow, she knew that if she lied, he would know.

"Ha! A likely story...I bet as soon as you got home from watching that whore get pounded, you played with this here cunt for hours, wishing you had been in her place." He said as he shoved his hand down to her crotch and beginning to stroke it.

He shouldn't have been able to get a reaction out of her that way. How could she be turned on already, after everything that last night had taken out of her?

Then, just as she began to get worked up again, he removed his hand and sat up in bed. "Well, you're not going to get another orgasm that easily...my little super slut is going to have to earn climaxes if she wants them."

"Gerry...stop it!" She said, not strong like she'd wanted to, but whining, like a little kid. Why did she feel so small around him, so helpless without him. "It-it was fun last night...but can't we stop the playing around for a second?" She begged.

Why was she begging? Why did it feel like it was up to him when they got to have sex? She wished now that she hadn't been so horny last night. If only they'd taken time to establish a safe-word this would be so much easier. But what if she'd used it and he had just ignored her?

The thought turned her on even more.

"Do you want to cum right now?" He asked. She blushed and then nodded.

"But-"

"Then stop talking and go make me some hot breakfast." He said, pulling the blanket off her body and wrapping it around himself. "Oh, and you can get out of that super hero outfit now, it's ruined from the cunt juice you were spraying all over the apartment last night."

She couldn't believe it, but she found herself doing what he said climbing out of bed and slowly stripping out of the ruined fetish wear. But as she reached for the drawer of her dresser he waggled his finger at her.

"Uh-uh. No hiding that beautiful body with boring clothes. I went out and purchased a gift for you to wear, while you were asleep. It's on the kitchen counter."

That was how Kara ended up wearing nothing but a pair of bunny panties and an apron, as she made pancakes for Gerry. She wanted to stand up for herself, to tell him that just because she was turned on by misogyny, didn't mean she wanted to live her life as some misogynistic fantasy.

But doing what he said turned her on. And she wanted him to give her that orgasm. She knew she couldn't get it without him.

She was also hungry. Last night had really taken a lot out of her. And pancakes sounded good. So good, that she had almost forgot about how she was betraying all of woman-kind.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Kara quickly turned off the oven and sprinted back into the bedroom, where Gerry was still lying in bed, now reading the morning newspaper, which he'd likely stolen from one of the neighbors.

"Hey, sweet cheeks!" He said. "Is my breakfast ready?"

"Someone's at the door!" She said, using her superspeed to strip and put on regular clothes.

"Hold on, hold on!" Gerry said as he stood up. "This is an opportunity, Kara."

"What are you talking about?" She asked, with a mounting sense of dread, as she pulled a sweater over her head.

"You need to stop being so shy about your body and your desire to be a subservient woman."

The knocking was getting louder.

"You need to take off all these clothes, put your apron on and go back to making breakfast, I'll handle whoever is at the door." Gerry said, strolling past her.

"But-no!" She rushed after him, appearing between him and the door. "This-this isn't right! This whole roleplay thing...it-it's just for us...I can't have it affect my life, Gerry."

He leaned close to her and she felt her whole body shiver. Why did he have to be so charming? Why did her want to give in so badly?

"Kara, I'm going to open this door in thirty seconds and if you are not in your apron and back to work in the kitchen by the end of those thirty seconds, I am going to walk out of here and you won't get to cum for the next month." He said, folding his arms like a stern father.

"But-but that's insane!!" She protested. The knocking was even louder now. It was getting hard to think.

Gerry just raised an eyebrow and then stepped past her, walking up to the door and slowly unlatching it. Kara watched him, trying to imagine going back to the hours of playing with herself, to no avail. She couldn't do it. She couldn't focus on anything when she was in this state and he was the only one who could free her from it.

"Please, Gerry!" She begged, in a whisper as he unlocked the door. He smirked at her and began to turn the knob.

Then she dashed back to the bedroom, changing her clothes faster than speed of sound and returning to the kitchen, hoping, no, praying, that whoever was on the other-side of the door, had no interest in coming inside. (KARA: +1SP)(92SP)

KATE

She was just about to kick the door down, when she heard voices on the other-side and then the sliding of the bolt unlocking. She straightened herself up, hoping to duck into the apartment before anyone else recognized her.

What she had not been planning on, was discovering that the asshole that was blackmailing her into throwing a party for him, was the one who opened the door.

"Oh, hello Miss Kane. Good to see you again." He said, with a beam.

"Wha-who-I don't..." She looked him up and down, her analytical mind taking in his uncombed hair, ruffled clothes, and unwashed stench. He lifted an eyebrow mischievously as he noticed her recognition, which somehow made her more angry and flabbergasted. There was no denying it.

This fucker had been having sex, not too long ago.

He'd been having sex. In Kara Danver's apartment. The same apartment where she'd heard Kara herself having the time of her life...last night.

Despite all the clues, all the evidence, the only logical conclusion remained impossible. Kara was a sweet girl, but she wouldn't date a guy like this. He was older than her, completely out of shape, a shabby lowlife, who, even if he hadn't been a blackmailing asshole, wouldn't have been good enough for her.

"Why don't you come inside, Miss Kane?" Kate thought she heard an "eep" somewhere within the apartment. "Kara is making breakfast and I'm sure she'd love to see you."

Kate stared at him for a moment, then she heard another door in the hallway beginning to open. "Fuck you." She whispered as she shoved past him, taking some relish in how much weaker he was than her.

God, the whole apartment smelled like sex. Had they hosted an orgy last night? If so, the other participants remained absent.

She stopped her surveying of the room when she saw Kara. She'd entered to check on the girl, to make sure she wasn't being mind controlled by some alien sex pollen. But even in her most erotic dreams, Kate hadn't expected to find the girl, crouching in her own kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron and a thong from Victoria's Secrets.

"Kara, this is my good friend, the socialite, Kate Kane." The man said, closing the door behind her and strolling up to peer over the kitchen divider at Kara.

"Oh...hi, Miss Kane..." Kara said, beginning to sweat. Why was she pretending not to know who Kate was? Was it because of how embarrassing this all was? Or was she being blackmailed as well?

"You two haven't met before, have you?" The man asked.

Kate glanced at Kara and then shook her head. Then, she didn't know why, but she felt compelled to follow up the lie with a truth. An embarrassing truth. She didn't know why it had to be embarrassing, she didn't know why she felt the need to tell this asshole anything truthful.

But before she could stop herself, the words were out of her mouth. "When I was six years old, I stole a gun from my father's office to play with it. He ended pulling down my shorts and spanking me in front of my entire family for that."

She blushed and realized that Kara was staring at her like she'd gone insane. Which she might have, judging from what had just happened.

"Fascinating anecdote." The man said as if they were at a party. "Did you get spanked a lot as a child?"

"No, you pervert!" She said, hot in the face. Another lie, another truth that had to be revealed. "At my twelve birthday he did it in front of all my friends, including a girl I had a crush on."

"I bet that put a damper on the relationship. Did he ever spank you after you'd turned eighteen?"

"Of course not, stop asking these questions!" She demanded, before her lips opened again without her consent. "But I was eighteen when he caught me smoking a joint at the academy and tanned me with a belt. I couldn't sit for a week after that."

"If only more men were like you're father, I'm sure you'd have gotten plenty more spankings since then." He said, clearly goading to keep talking, hoping to catch her in a lie and **** her to reveal more traumatic moments.

"Kara, why is this dirtbag in your house?" She demanded. Ha! If she didn't answer his questions, she didn't have to lie and she wouldn't have to tell him anymore.

Kara looked between Kate and the man. "I uh...I..." The confidence that Kate had always associated with the blonde was gone. Instead she looked like a child, watching her parents fight.

"Kara, you better get back to those pancakes." The man said with a grin. "You don't want to keep your guests hungry, do you?"

Kara looked like she might burst into tears. Then, instead of throwing this bastard through a wall for treating her like some sex doll fantasy, she slowly stood back up and returned to work, still trying to angle herself, so she wasn't showing so much of her ass to one of her former mentors. (KARA: +1SP)(93SP)

Kate wheeled on the man and considered punching him for the both of them. But she knew that she couldn't let him slip what he knew about her, not to Kara. And if this was mind control (what was she thinking? Of course it was, nothing else explained Kara's behavior), Kara would come to his defense. She would be the bad guy, for assaulting her sexual partner, just for being an asshole and it could prevent her from fixing this problem, before it grew.

The man moved to the dining room table and pulled out a seat. "Why don't you sit down, Miss Kane, I'm sure that walk up all those stairs hurt your delicate feet."

She fumed. "No thanks, I'm not staying long. I just need to talk to Kara...alone."

Kara glanced back, as if asking for this man's permission, to be in a room alone with her friend.

"You two can catch up on gossip after I get some breakfast in me." The man said, sitting down. "Now come, sit, so we can catch up on things. I haven't seen you since...oh when was it...I remember it was at that club...what was it's name?"

Kara looked confused. Kate ground her teeth together, then slowly approached the table, sitting down across from him, instead of on the seat he'd "selected" for her. (KATE: +2SP)(-22SP) She wasn't going to play his fucking mind games.

"No, no, no, Miss Kane! I know you are used to people just handing you everything you want and bending over backwards to accommodate you." He said, as leaned forward. "But that's Kara's seat. Why don't you sit in this chair over here?" He said, gesturing to the chair he'd pulled out for her.

"That's ridiculous. And I am not used to people handing me anything." She said, red in the face. Then she realized it was a lie. She was used to getting her way, at least when she was in her secret identity. She had come to rely on people treating her like a rich brat, maybe more than she should have.

As soon as she made the realization, she felt the awful, awful truth bubbling to the surface to make up for it. "My ex broke up with me because she said I was a selfish and entitled bitch."

"Aw, don't worry too much about it Kate. You're not _that _entitled."

"SHUT UP!" Kate said, slamming her fist down on the table.

"Gerry, quit asking all these invasive questions!" Kara yelled from the kitchen. Then she got shy all of a second and turned back to what she was doing like she was afraid.

"Oh, Kate doesn't mind. We're old friends, aren't we?" He said.

She knew what he was doing. What was worse was that it was going to work. She had to answer or Super Girl would get suspicious about why she was letting him treat her like this.

"Y-yes." She admitted, straining every muscle in her body to try to stop herself from saying what she knew was coming. (KATE: +2SP)(-20SP) It didn't work. "I'm always the submissive one in the bedroom, because I like someone else having control."

"And this whole thing where I ask a question and you follow up your answer with an embarrassing fact about yourself, is just a running gag we do, right?"

"Yes! Fine. Sometimes I go multiple days without taking a shower." She admitted. Who was this fuck? And why was he so insistent on making her life a living hell? If he had the power to control her mind already (or at least her voice) why was he wasting it like this?

Kara zipped over, still dressed like a 50s wet dream, now carrying a giant plate of pancakes. "I have breakfast ready, so if we can all eat, we won't have to talk about anything that makes anyone here uncomfortable, okay?"

She cast a **** look at the man she'd called Gerry and then said, in a little voice. "Please?"

Gerry nodded, cooly and took his serving of pancakes. "Alright, alright, enough with the teasing. But before you sit down Kara, wait a moment...Miss Kane was about to sit right there."

He pointed at the empty chair and Kate glared at him and then at Kara for enabling his behavior. She seemed almost normal, when she talked to Kate. What was he doing to her that made her so...afraid of him?

She stood up and moved chairs, glaring at "Gerry" all the way. (KATE: +1SP)(-19SP)

"Wonderful. Now we can eat." With that, Gerry deposited three pancakes onto a plate and handed it to Kate.

"No thank you." She said. "I'm on a diet."

"Oh come now, Katiekins, you don't want to insult Kara, after all the work she did."

Kara had disappeared into the bedroom, probably to get dressed. That, at least, was a good sign.

Kate took the opportunity to grab Gerry by his collar and yank him across the table. "I don't know who you are, or what you've done to me, but I would recommend you quit it. Right now."

Gerry looked startled, but quickly regained his composure. "I have security footage of you and me at the club, Miss Kane. I have witnesses and I have a tape of our conversation. Anything happens to me, my friends will send that information to the cops."

"You'll be sent to jail." She said.

"So will you. And I somehow doubt that a rich, pretty girl will fare as well, as an ex-convict like myself." He said, with a sneer. "So, if you're done acting like a selfish and entitled bitch, I would recommend you eat those pancakes I put in front of you, or I'll be **** to terminate our arrangement."

Kate released her grip on his collar, in time for Kara to return, but didn't make a move to eat from the plate in front of her.

Gerry cleared his throat and turned his attention to the now fully clothed blonde. "There you are. You look so beautiful..."

Kara actually blushed. Kate had often wondered if straight women liked being abused and degraded by the way men treated them. Now she was getting a first hand experience that proved her right.

He turned to Kate. "We've been experimenting with a bit of nudism around the apartment, haven't we, Kara?"

Kara looked shocked. Clearly it was a lie, but she nodded anyway. Kate felt jealous for a moment, that despite how changed Kara was, she could still lie without spilling all her deepest darkest secrets.

"Sorry that you walked in on us, in one of those moments." Gerry said.

"You could have told me to come back later." Kate said.

"I didn't ask you inside, Miss Kane. You barged in!" Gerry said and Kate hated that it was true. "Actually, I was just talking about the night the two of us first met..."

Kate stabbed a fork into one of the pancakes and took a nibble out of it. (KATE: +4SP)(-15SP) Fuck it tasted good, the sugar and the butter. She was going to have to visit Kara again if she could cook like this. After she figured out what the fuck was going on and threw this asshole behind bars.

"If you two are old friends, why do you call her Miss Kane?" Kara asked, seemingly genuinely confused. How could she not be suspicious of this slimeball?

Still, the fact that the question threw Gerry for a loop put a smile on Kate's face. She lifted an eyebrow, daring him to try to smooth talk his way out of this one.

"Oh, that's another personal joke, right Miss Kane?"

Kate flushed. "Sure." Then she lifted a piece of pancake, stuffing it into her mouth, and muffling her own attempt to relay how embarrassingly attracted to Wonder Woman she was.

Gerry seemed amused by her attempt to stifle whatever hold he'd placed on her, while Kara just looked confused.

"It's actually a pretty funny story. Kate, why don't you tell it?"

He was forcing her to lie again, to lie and then tell the truth. Or stuff her face with more delicious pancake and look like a slob. Either option made her feel a little nauseous but she knew she had to play along, until she could get a moment with Kara alone.

"Yes, well...it started a few years back..." With that, she went into a long and winding story, which involved her stuffing her mouth with more pancake or taking a drink of water. (KATE: +2SP)(-13SP) By the end of it, her face was sticky with syrup and her blouse was damp from all the water she'd spit up, but she had stopped herself from telling Kara every last agonizing detail of her terrible love-life and mortifying bedroom habits.

"Well, Kara, you need to head to work, don't you?" Gerry said, having finished only one of his pancakes.

Kara flushed. "Oh my god, I-I totally forgot about work..."

"Don't worry, you go get your things packed, me and Miss Kane here will clean up." Gerry said.

Kara smiled, she actually smiled at this bastard, after the way he'd treated her. Not to mention the way he'd treated Kate! Then she dashed to her bedroom to finish getting ready, while Gerry leaned close to Kate's sticky face and slid his plate over to her. "You are going to eat every last one of these pancakes, princess. Because if you don't, I am going to tell every news outlet in America about your activities last night."

"You'll go to jail..." Kate said, standing up.

"No, I won't." He said, leaning in closer. "I'll just tell them about this rumor of mine and then...every time that a reporter asks you about those rumors, you'll have to tell the truth. Or lie. And if you lie...well, lets just say, pretty soon you won't be a hip play girl anymore, Kate. You'll be the laughingstock of the nation."

Kate stared at him, her situation finally coming into clear view. Her inability to lie, it wouldn't just humiliate her in front of the elite of Gotham. It would compromise her job, make it impossible to be a member of the Justice League.

This couldn't be happening. He had to be bluffing, the **** truths, that had to only be when he was around. She tried to think back to remember if she had lied to anyone before arriving at the apartment complex. But she wasn't sure and his poker face was, surprisingly good.

Maybe the only competent thing about him.

"I have friends too you know," She said. "You and your blackmailing buddies...I could take them and you down. You'd be compromising your whole operation for what? A chance to make me look bad?"

He just shrugged. Infuriating. She couldn't get anything out of him, he seemed totally confident in his own capabilities. She let out a growl of frustration. She hated what she was about to do, but she had to control herself. Let him think he had won, then she could take him out properly, once she knew how to deactivate whatever mental control he had.

She stabbed her fork into the next pancake. (KATE: +3SP)(-10SP)