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PEGGY

Peggy watched in horror as Dr. Manheim whispered something to the blonde, who reluctantly nodded and then cast a perverse grin in her direction.

"Abigail here is your biggest fan, Captain. Or she was, before she found out what a bigot you are." Dr. Manheim said, as he slapped her ass.

Peggy gritted her teeth, refusing to show weakness in front of this new bitch.

"Now you're going to show her how open minded you can be." Dr. Manheim said. "Get off the couch, slag. And apologize for being such a terrible person."

Peggy groaned, but slowly, slid off the sofa and onto the floor. She had to do what he said. She had to prove she'd changed. She looked up at the girl, hoping to see a speck of mercy in her eyes.

Instead, all she saw was the same, terrifying lust which she'd encountered again and again in her time during in the military. It had always been men though, staring at her so unabashedly, letting her know what they would do to her if she gave them half a chance.

The girl was half Peggy's physical age. But she kneeled prostrate before her, her ass battered, her cunt dripping, wearing a skimpy maid's outfit, her eyes wet with tears.

"I'm sorry..." She said, with a gulp. "...for being such a terrible person."

"Abigail, do you think she's apologized enough?" Dr. Manheim asked, as if they were discussing the weather.

The girl looked at him and then back at Peggy and shook her head.

"Me neither. Captain, go ahead and kiss Abigail's feet, just to show how sorry you really are."

Abigail smirked down at her and kicked off her sandals, sending them flying into the corner of Peggy's living room. Peggy stared at her multi-colored socks and leaned forward, slowly, pressing her lips to the sweat stained fabric. (PEGGY: +2) (+83SP)

"Do you think that makes up for being such a heinous bitch to her long suffering subordinates?" Dr. Manheim asked.

Abigail stared at Peggy's abject supplication as if hypnotized, but managed to slowly shake her head.

"Of course not. Abigail, why don't you take a seat on the sofa?" Dr. Manheim asked. The girl nodded and stepped past Peggy, her eyes never leaving her.

Peggy had known it wouldn't be so easy, not after everything she'd endured. Still, she shivered under that repulsive gaze.

"Mind the stain on the cushions." Dr. Manheim said with a smile.

Peggy didn't think it was possible to be more humiliated in this circumstance. But yet again, Dr. Manheim proved her wrong.

Then he grabbed her hair.

"C'mon, Miss Carter...time to put that foul mouth of yours to good use finally." He said, lightly tugging her in the direction of the couch.

Where Abigail had pulled down her jeans, to reveal her soaked white panties.

She stared up at him, reminding herself that she could break free of his hold. She could probably overpower both of them without breaking a sweat.

But then what would become of her? Maria would have her way and she'd end up locked up in some asylum for the rest of her days.

She lowered her head and crawled across the floor, increasing the speed of her waddling as he occasionally tugged impatiently on her scalp. (PEGGY: +4) (+87SP)

Once they'd reached their destination, his tugging ceased and she was left to stare at the carpet and breath in the stink of her own arousal, mixing with this stranger's.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? Being **** to submit to another woman, because of how repressed you are...it's the reason you purchased that outfit and showed it off to Maria. You wanted her to bend you over her desk and pound that tight little bunghole of yours. And its the reason you yelled at Bobbi. You wanted her to dominate you for the whole base to see...probably in front of innocent little Elizabeth too...because you're such a wanton pervert. You fantasize about licking cunt before bed each night...but your too much of a repressed little coward to go after what you want." Dr. Manheim said.

She groaned.

"Isn't that right, bitch?" He asked, yanking hard on her hair and making her cry out.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Yes, what?" He asked without letting go of her hair.

"Yes...I'm a repressed dyke...I want to lick cunt..." Peggy said, still wincing from the pain. (PEGGY: +1) (+88SP) From this close, she could see it as Abigail's arousal increased. She felt like she was going to vomit.

"Now, Abigail...what do you want this repressed little cunt-licker to do?" Dr. Manheim asked. Peggy could hear the grin in his voice. Somehow, the fact that he would be watching made her feel comforted. At the same time, it only served to emphasize how low she'd fallen.

"I-I want her to lick me..." Abigail admitted.

"Well, then that makes two of you." Dr. Manheim said, leaning back down to grab onto Peggy's head with both hands. "Peggy, why don't you beg my assistant here, to dominate you, since we both know you're turned on by domination?"

Peggy closed her eyes. "Please Miss...umm...please dominate me."

"How would you like her to dominate you, since you are so obviously turned on by the idea?" Dr. Manheim said, bringing her head closer to Abigail's open legs.

"Suh-sexually..." Peggy said. The sooner she did this, the sooner she could get well again. And then she'd never have to think about this whole, soul-sucking affair again.

"So what is it that you want my assistant to do to you?"

Peggy opened her eyes and tried to turn her head to look at him. What did he want from her? Why did he have to make this so much worse? Just let her do what he was already forcing her to, so that she could get it done and then curl up in a ball and cry when the two of them left.

"I wa-want her to make me...lick her..." She couldn't see his face from this angle, but she could tell he was unhappy. "I want her to make me lick her cunt?"

"And what do we call that?" He asked, smugly.

Peggy realized finally what he was getting at and felt her stomach flip again. "I want her to **** me." (PEGGY: +2) (+90SP)

"Please doctor...please let me do it..." The girl on the couch begged, her legs flexing and squirming at the mere thought.

"Of course, sunshine. Just remember to be gentle with the old broad."

Peggy felt him let go of her hair and turned back to glare at him. She never got a chance.

Like a bullet, the girl's hand had wrapped itself around her head and **** her in between her steely legs. Peggy's nose was suddenly full of the girl's reeking cunt-juice and her mouth was suddenly pressed against her nethers, only the thin material of the girl's panties preventing from direct mouth to clit contact.

"Oh god!" The girl cried out, thrusting and rubbing herself all over Peggy's face painfully.

"Please doctor! Oh god...fuck yeah...please! I need to cum!" The girl cried out, sounding so frustrated that Peggy that almost felt sorry for her.

"Of course, honeybunches...but first, you have to humiliate Miss Carter here until I'm satisfied."

Peggy would have given him a stare, if she were able to see. Instead, all she heard was another groan from the girl currently yanking on her head, before she was thrown backwards and into the middle of the room. The deceptively strong girl jumped up out of her seat and pounced on Peggy, easily overpowering her stunned form. (KARA: +1)(+96SP)

"I'm stronger than you, aren't I?" Abigail asked, as her hung only a few inches above Peggy's face.

"Yes, miss." Peggy admitted. She was frightened now. It wasn't just that she had to submit to this girl in order to keep her job, but the girl could clearly overpower her, even if she did try to resist and that meant that she could hurt Peggy easily.

"Hmm...you like that I'm stronger than you, don't you, you like being overpowered by big strong women...you like being treated like the weak little bitch you are." The girl said with a smile.

Peggy swallowed again and cast a glance over to where Dr. Manheim was watching with lusty intent. He nodded.

"Yes...miss. I'm a weak little bitch..." Peggy admitted. Who was this psychotic skank? Was she really Dr. Manheim's assistant? Peggy didn't remember seeing her from her appointment.

Could she be another patient? Another meta-human patient at that, with a complimentary illness? Oh god, was she at the mercy of some hyper-strong nymphomaniac ****? How had this happened?

"Hmmm...gooooood bitch." The girl let out with a groan that indicated she was enjoying this position immensely. "Now...kiss my ass with those nice big lips of yours."

Peggy closed her eyes again, unable to cope with viewing her situation. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the girl's soft, sweaty ass-cheek. (PEGGY: +1) (+91SP)

"Now grab onto my underwear, with your teeth...and drag them down..." The girl said, shifting atop Peggy in anticipation.

Peggy let out a little sob. Then she leaned forward and pinched the edge of the soiled panties with her front teeth and slowly began to tug them free from their moist lair.

Then the girl lowered herself onto Peggy's face and Dr. Manheim said something. All Peggy knew for the next few minutes was the feeling of the girl rag-dolling atop her, screaming to the high heavens, while she lubricated Peggy's eyes, nose and mouth with her wetness.

A moment later, she heard the sound of the front door being kicked open and was able to shove the partially comatose bitch off her, in time to stare up at the two guards, who'd entered guns raised, in response to the blonde's screams.

She lay on the floor, in a state of undress, with a half-naked girl laying partially atop her and Dr. Manheim standing over them both looking exceedingly pleased and wondered if the situation could possibly get any worse.

GERRY

I kept my hands up and tried to remain calm. It helped, somewhat, that I had two super powered women who were almost completely under my control at this point and that they would, probably, intercede if my life was in danger.

Still, the shock to my system from the sudden intrusion had caused my arousal to slowly dissipate, and as I watched the two guards take in the shocking scene before them, I contemplated how this WAS all Kara's fault. That meant I'd get to punish her for it.

"Sorry for the noise, guys..." I said. "We'll try to keep it down from here on in."

The guards were so startled that for a moment they didn't seem to register my comment. Then one of them coughed and spoke. "Uh, Captain Carter...is everything...?"

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Peggy ordered. She would have looked a lot more intimidating without Kara's goon-juice all over her face.

Instantly, the two guards scrambled to leave the way they'd came, shutting the door behind them. One of them would have to hold it closed the rest of the night, judging from the fact they'd broken the lock when they kicked their way in. Served them right for spoiling our fun.

I turned back to Peggy and Kara.

"Alright, Blondie, go to the Captain's bedroom and masturbate on the bed."

She looked up at me shyly, her face all red. Whatever embarrassment she'd felt at being discovered had been passing for her, whereas I could see the situation had left Peggy mortified.

"Are you going to let me play with her again?" Kara asked.

Peggy shot me a look of desperation.

I leaned down, taking Kara's face in my chin. "That depends, on how good you are...at following orders...bitch."

Kara nodded and staggered to her feet, still drenched in sweat, among other things, and made her way down the hall into Peggy's bedroom.

As the door closed behind her, I stood over the once great Captain Britain, watching as she struggled to comprehend what her life had become.

"Th-the lesson's over...you...you aren't really going to make me...do that again, are you?" She croaked.

I pretended to think it over. "That depends Peggy...I tell you what, I'll give you a choice...either my lovely assistant can go and masturbate on your bed, or...you can. It's one or the other."

Peggy began to sit up. "But-but sir, that doesn't even have anything to do with my treatment..."

"Oh, you stupid bitch." I said, swinging out my leg and striking her in the midsection. She fell back to the ground and I took the opportunity to step down, hard, between her legs. "You want to submit. I am offering to dominate you. And you spit back in my face...after you begged me to come over here. After you basically harassed me with that disgustingly mannish body of yours. After you flaunted yourself and begged me to put you in your place...now you have the audacity to pretend like you're all shy."

I leaned further on my leg. "Do you know what those guards out there are thinking right now? They are wishing that it was them, who had control over your career and your oh so fragile mental state. They are wishing that it was them that you dressed up like a nurse to serve. They are wishing, more than anything, that they got to treat you like the bitch they have always known you are."

I leaned even further, and she grabbed onto my chest to prevent me from doing so any further.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you ****-addicted slut!" I demanded. She glared up at me and I lifted an eyebrow, calling her bluff. My fears of being overpowered had left the moment she let me smack her juicy ass.

Slowly, she let go, allowing me to **** her more. The tingle I got in that moment was so thrilling.

I removed my foot and instead stepped over her, moving to the couch and sitting down where I could smell her and Kara's scents most deeply. "But guess what Captain Cunt? They don't control your career. I do. They don't control your mind. I do. And there's one more thing I control...your cunt. Your nasty, dirty, lesbian cunt...I decide when and if you get to orgasm. But I am a fair man and this is all about you learning to be better...so you can choose to let my slut make a complete mess of your bed tonight, forcing you to sleep on a mattress that smells like her puss-puss. Or you can crawl over here and beg me to let you go frig yourself on your bed...and maybe...just maybe, I'll let that geyser of a gash you have down there get some relief finally."

Peggy stared up at me. She had encountered countless villains. She had fought with Nazis before. But she had never encountered a soul as diabolical as me.