Let's make them even more helpful ("THE ENFORCER" Lv2 + "ALPHA BITCH" Lv2)

GERRY

Well, the obvious options were obvious for a reason. I selected the two traits which would help me bend Kate to my will, "Alpha Bitch" and "The Enforcer."

I smiled as a notification popped up after the purchase.

ACHEIVEMENT UNLOCKED - DOUBLE OR NOTHING

Congratulations! You've upgraded two traits on the same subject. Here's your reward: +10 SP.

I grinned. I almost had enough for another upgrade.

Now, it was time to deal with the redheaded bitch inside.

KATE

Kate had never had this problem before.

She had always prided herself on being good in bed, able to please any woman who gave her the chance. She had even been proud of screwing chicks like Vicki Vale, who, as far as Gotham high society knew, was straight as a board. It fed her ego to think she was so sexy, she could "have" any girl she wanted (and made her feel better about the all ones who'd turned her down).

She'd also been proud of how, even though she always let herself be taken care of in bed, she'd never fully give in to her urges. Yeah, she go down on you, but you had to beg her to finally finish you off. She had only ever fully and willingly submitted herself to one woman, and that was Renee Montoya. And while the experience had been thrilling in some ways and fulfilling in others, she had been too embarrassed by how much she enjoyed it, to ever ask for it again (perhaps if she had, Renee wouldn't have left her).

But now she didn't have to ask. Kara was forcing her to submit, not just through brute strength but with steely eyed, white-hot determination, the kind that made Kate hot enough to forget about her anxieties. And while Peggy Carter said she was "apologizing" to Kate, the strength of her hands on Kate's thighs informed her very quickly, that it was not the kind of apology she could refuse.

Here she was, in Kara's apartment, sandwiched between these two beautiful women, each so much stronger and faster than her. And there was just one problem.

Kate couldn't cum.

She was getting off, that was for sure. Her thighs were drenched by now from her own wetness and Peggy's sloppy, if admirable attempts. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd ever been this turned on in her life.

But she couldn't cum.

She looked up at Kara's smirking face, hoping that her new mistress (god, she was easy) had some kind of explanation for the phenomena. Was this some kind of punishment? Had Kara or Peggy done something to her to make her like this? Or was she well and truly losing her mind? If the last few days were anything to go by, the later explanation better rationalized her own absurd behavior, as well as that of the superheroines around her.

She was about to beg, for them to have mercy on her, at least for Peggy to slow down and let her think for a second, when her trained ears picked up the telltale sound of the front door opening.

Immediately, she tried to struggle to her feet, to pull up her pants and do up her blouse. Neither Kara, nor Peggy let her. Peggy swatted away her hands when she tried to reach for her feet and Kara intensified her grip on Kate's scalp, reminding the middle-aged woman how easily she could crush her skull.

"Finish what you started, Catherine." Kara said, as she ground Kate's face into her slit again and then loosened her grip long enough for Kate to see who this latest visitor was.

It could only have been one person of course, and she knew as soon as she saw him, that she'd been had.

This balding loser had no right showing up here, ruining what should have been the best sex of her life. But there he was, striding over to the couch with that same smug expression as when he caught her at the club. He leaned down and Kate couldn't help but watch as he lovingly made out with Kara.

"How's our little lesbian doing?" He asked, as soon as they quit mashing faces.

Kate growled into Kara's folds, unable to get her head free of the vice-like grip.

"Shut the fuck up!" Kara ordered, humping Kate's face briefly, before turning her adoring smile back onto Gerry. "She's having trouble adjusting to your presence here...but she hasn't yet realized that you are going to break her."

Kate's eyes widened. No, no this couldn't be happening. She had fought alongside Kara for years. She had watched her grow from an adorable teenage sweetheart into...well, a gorgeous young woman. Of course, men had assaulted her in the past, that came with the job. But she'd always paid them back for it, usually by breaking every bone in their pathetic bodies.

But right now, she was helpless. She was pinned between these two goddesses, and both seemed intent on humiliating her in front of this man. He was going to **** her. This entire encounter had been a honey trap, leading up to that, thought-numbing conclusion. And she had no way to fight back.

**** to get free of Kara's hold, Kate wrapped her legs around Peggy's neck and vaulted backwards, crushing Kara's IKEA coffee table and leaving Kara holding only a few strands of hair. Just as she knelt over Peggy's body, her thighs ready to crush the woman's wind-pipe, the second either Kara or her insane boyfriend/master/corrupter made a move, she saw a blur of blonde hair.

Then she was hanging by her hands from Kara's grasp, five feet above the floor. She screamed at the pain, or tried to, through the black thong now stuffed into her mouth and duct-taped over.

"God, you are such a little bitch..." Kara said. "Do you have any idea how much pain I deal with on regular basis? Every time someone uses Kryptonite on me, it feels like I'm going to vomit up my organs, Catherine."

Kryptonite! That was it. She kept some in her utility belt, which she always kept in her purse. The purse which was now resting on the dining room table.

She swung herself forward, trying to kick Kara's face. Kara just tossed her onto the couch, where Kate bounced against the cushions and rolled across the ground, dazed and aching.

"Miss Kane, stop struggling. You're just making things more difficult for yourself." Gerry said.

Kate reached up to rip off the duct-tape as she jumped to her feet, ready to charge for her purse. Once she took out Kara, she could kill this bastard and hopefully, whatever mind control he'd used on these two would wear off.

She took one step, before two big hands wrapped around her and lifted her up off the ground. Pinning her arms to her side, Peggy Carter stalked over to the couch, sat down and draped Kate across her legs.

"You shouldn't have disobeyed him." She whispered.

Kate was a world-class martial artist and an Olympic level athlete. But she quickly discovered as she kicked and thrashed and writhed against Peggy's grip, that none of that mattered.

Peggy was stronger than she was.

Kate's struggles only stopped though, when a calloused hand slammed down on her pear-shaped backside, causing her whole body to jolt. She let out a little gasp into her gag and glared back at her assaulter. Had everyone on Earth gone insane?

Peggy didn't even acknowledge the look on Kate's face, she was too busy shaking her head like a disappointed parent. "All you had to do was let us help you..."

SMACK!

The second hit was stronger than the first. The woman had been holding back. Fuck.

SMACK! This time she struck Kate's right cheek instead of her left.

"Instead you attack me..." SMACK! "...break the furniture..." SMACK! "...and generally act like a stuck up brat."

Kate felt tears coming to her eyes. The spanking was unexpectedly harsh, she hadn't experienced anything this bad since her father found out about her dishonorable discharge.

But that wasn't the bit that made her cry. The bit that made her cry was how pathetic she looked, naked, draped over this ancient bitch's lap, getting the shit spanked out of her, in front of a man who was seemingly determined, to ruin her life. And who in a few moments would be plunging himself into her...she felt like she might throw up just thinking about it.

She flailed, trying again to free herself from this ignominious position and reclaim the s lightest bit of dignity. She was rewarded for doing with another volley of strikes to her upturned rear.

"Not to mention, her crimes against decency, Captain." Gerry said, as he played with his phone. That somehow made it worse, she was being humiliated by this mind controlling bastard, her life was being ruined for his amusement, and he wasn't even paying attention.

Peggy's face steeled and Kate saw a familiar rage burning in her brown eyes. "That's right!"

SPANK!

"It's bad enough you dress up in that ridiculous outfit, flaunting your ungrateful arse in front of criminals and all manner of worthless degenerates." Peggy said, slapping Kate again, right on her sit spots. "But worse than that, you spend every night wasting your father's hard earned money on soirees just so you can nail some slag looking to rip you off." Peggy said, letting go of Kate's arm to grab her hair and yank it backward to **** Kate to turn her head and face her again. "You've never worked a day in your bloody life, have you, you lazy bint?"

SLAP!

"No...she hasn't..." Kara said, from behind the couch, where she was watching Kate's degradation with rapt attention. "Everything she's ever wanted was just handed to her by a man...she acts like she's a feminist icon, when really she just another rich bitch who needs to be knocked down a peg, and admit that she's just as submissive to men as the rest of us."

Peggy didn't seem to hear Kara, she was too busy wailing away at Kate's increasingly stinging backside. "I'll have you know I have nothing against you people," Peggy said, as she tightened her grip on Kate's hair. "But it's women like you who give Jews a bad name. If scrubbers like you didn't spend all your time flaunting your wealth and debauchery, bastards like the black-shirts never would have gotten into power."

Kate had experienced very little antisemitism in her life. That mostly had to do with her family's wealth and the fact that she wasn't a practicing member of the faith. Most of her life, it had been her orientation, not her ethnicity which had led to a prejudiced few turning their noses up at her. Still, she was stunned by the vitriol currently spouting from her tormentor's mouth. If this was mind control, it had MADE Peggy believe what she was saying. There was not a shred of doubt in Kate's mind that the woman was now speaking from the heart and that with every slap on Kate's ass, she intended to punish her for her perceived "transgressions" until she was balling mess who had apologized for ever subverting Peggy's ideas, of how a woman was supposed to act.

"And as if that weren't bad enough, that you're an upper class lay-about, a faithless whore, and a shameless slut, you **** women with your lecherous gaze and perverse touch." Peggy said, her hand now moving so quickly that there was barely any time between each slap across Kate's luxurious backside. "I can't imagine how many poor girl's you've corrupted with your molestations. Worse, you have the audacity to advertise your flagrant carnality, as if are proud of it."

With that, she spat onto one of Kate's eyes, smearing her makeup and making her blink rapidly, to try and keep the loogie out of her socket.

"You make me sick." Peggy said, before returning to her **** on Kate's dark red ass.

"You're right..." Kara said, now obviously rubbing herself as she watched Kate being slapped and smacked across Peggy's lap. "...pretending to only be attracted to women...as if any girl could resist the touch of a man. She must have done it just to get attention...the whore."

Peggy, whose standards for what was and was not perverse behavior should probably have made her shocked at Kara's exhibitionism, didn't even glanced at her, despite the younger woman being less than a foot away. Instead, she ripped off the duct-tape off Kate's mouth, allowing her to spit out the saliva coated panties.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself, you miserable little reprobate?" Peggy demanded, grabbing Kate's hair and forcing her to look at her, with Peggy's spit still sliding down her face like a massive tear-drop. "Any witty remarks to cover up how profoundly abnormal you are, little girl? You know, in my day they had treatments for cunt-suckers like you. They'd strap you down and tease that diseased thing you call a pussy until you were too sopping to think straight."

Kate was too shocked to respond. She didn't understand how any of this had happened. A moment ago, the woman had been eating her out. Okay, she hadn't been enthusiastic, but she had been putting in the work. Now, she seemed disgusted not just by Kate's sexuality, but by everything about her.

Gerry stepped forward at this point and placed a hand on Peggy's shoulder. "I think she's been punished properly, for her disobediance, Captain."

As he did so, Peggy's hateful look faded and her hand stopped swinging down on Kate's tenderized cheeks. Instead she looked up at him, like a questioning puppy or a confused little girl and slowly nodded.

"I...I didn't..." Peggy began.

"It's alright, Captain. There's no need to pretend around us, to be something you aren't." He said, as he stroked her shoulder-length hair. "This one is a spy for the enemy, suffering from massive brainwashing. But you and my assistant are going to help her...we're going to free her of those bad influences, aren't we?"

Peggy stared at him and then at the ass of the woman she'd just been hurling insults at. Then she nodded, numbly.

"Please don't make me pleasure her anymore...it tasted like raw fish." Peggy said, suddenly on the verge of tears.

Kate just hung her head in despair. Whatever had happened to these two, it was too late to save them. She had to keep her wits about her, though, lull this misogynistic asshole into thinking she was already broken. Then, as soon as there were two of them, instead of three, she could get to her purse and kill the son of a bitch, before he got his claws into anymore of her colleagues.

"Of course not, Peggy, darling..." He stroked her cheek and she blush when he did. "I'm here to help you, remember? Now, Katiekins?"

Kate didn't answer.

Peggy frowned and smacked her across the ass. Hard.

"Aah! Fuck you!"

"Please stop using that foul-mouthed language, Katie-pooh, it's very unbecoming of a refined lady like yourself."

"Fuck off! Get this bitch off me!"

SMACK-SMACK!

"No." SMACK! "Disobeying." SMACK! "Dr. Manheim!" SMACK!

Kate glanced back at Peggy and saw that the woman's hand was raised, ready to start the spanking all over again if Kate continued to rebel.

"Fine...what do you want, asshole?"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

With each hit, she could feel a little more of her defenses crumbling. She'd trained to deal with pain before. She'd been shot, set on fire, thrown through glass and stabbed more times than she could count on both hands.

But Peggy was strong, and the searing heat in her rump reminded her of her roughest session with Renee. And of her father's punishments. The physiological association in her body was having an unexpected effect on her, and she desperately wanted to appease the maddened woman, if only to end this appalling circumstance.

"Ah! Aaah!"

"Are you going to call me bad names?"

Kate stewed in the deep recesses of her mind, pride and fear playing tug of war with her heart. Then she shook her head, slowly. (KATE: +5 SP)(-5 SP)

"Are you going to use nasty language around me at all, honey-butt?"

She couldn't lie. She couldn't lie or she'd spill some other humiliating secret and Peggy and Kara would use it to humiliate her more, to come up with more things to call her. Kate had experienced physical **** on more than one occasion, but she had never been subjected to the level of verbal **** she'd endured in the past hour.

It was much more effective than she'd ever realized.

"No, okay? I won't curse around you anymore." (KATE: +3 SP)(-2 SP) "Are you happy now?"

"Not quite yet. Now, you are going to apologize for being such a naughty girl, aren't you?"

Kate fumed. What was with him? Why couldn't he just tie her up and dangle her over a pit of acid like everyone else? Why did everything have to be so much more difficult than it should be?

"I'm sorry." She managed. (KATE: +4 SP)(+2 SP) Let him think he'd won, she'd regain the upper hand. All she needed was patience.

"I'm sorry too, princess, but you're going to need to apologize properly." He informed her. "Tell me what you are apologizing for." He said as he put his hand on her heated ass-cheek.

She reached back to break his hand. Instantly, Peggy had her already worn out body in another, inescapable hold. She writhed and struggled as she felt his hand trace the gooseflesh of her once lily white bottom.

"Let go of me! Stop touching me, you **** fuck!" She demanded, kicking her legs in hopes of striking him in the groin.

"Shut the fuck up, okay!" Kara was in front of her in an instant, smacking her across the face and making her taste blood in her mouth. "Stop being such a whiny bitch, Catherine and answer Daddy properly! If you think Peggy made your ass hurt, then you have no idea what I can do to you!!"

Peggy stared at Kara in horror and then gave Kate a meaningful look, like a mother trying to get her angry daughter to apologize.

No. Peggy wasn't her mother, just like this fuck fondling her ass wasn't her father. They were all sick and being around them was driving her crazy. That was it. She would play along with Gerry's immature game, but she would be laughing by the end.

"I'm sorry for being...a naughty girl." Kate said, through her teeth. (KATE: +20 SP)(+22 SP) The fucker probably was a **** too, that's why he was talking to her like she was a child and why he'd made Kara call him "Daddy".

"It's missing something, isn't it, Abigail?" He asked.

Kara looked up from staring at Kate's face and licking her lips. "Uh...yeah...totally!"

"She should call me daddy, shouldn't she?"

Kara (why the fuck was he calling her "Abigail") nodded and then looked back down at Kate. "Do it, bitch. I remember you talking about how much your dad used to spank your useless ass. Call him daddy...beg for mercy like you used to, when you were bent over your father's lap."

"No!" Kate yelled.

Kara grabbed her face and glared into her soul with an intensity that made Kate think she was about to blast her through the head with her heat vision.

"Go ahead, Katie," Gerry said, as she continued to trace circles across her aching ass. "Call me Daddy. I know you want to."

"Go. to. Hell!"

What followed was a round of spanking which made the previous one seem tame by comparison, while Peggy continued to punish Kate for disobeying not only Gerry's latest command but his previous ones, not to curse at him or within his proximity, Kara sat in front of her, pinching her cheeks with one hand and tugging on her nipples with the other.

"It's better this way, Kate," Kara told her, as she twisted a nub on Kate's dangling C-cup sized breasts. "Us women are useless...we spend all day playing with our pussies...thinking with our pussies. I tried to be a hero, Kate...I'm a fucking failure...I'm a complete slut who's willing to suck cock in public, if it means making Him happy." Then she grinned. "But at least I won't be as fucked as you."

When the spanking was over, Kate's ass was purple and Peggy was almost out of breath. Worse though, was the fact that the whole thing had turned her on. Being punished and played with by two women who seemed intent on destroying her ego...it was so much better than even her fantasies had allowed her.

And he could see it. He could see how fucking wet she was, after all this torment.

"Now, what is it you call me?" He asked, as he stroked her, down below.

She shuddered as she answered, finding that her arousal somehow flared when she did as he wanted. "Please D-daddy..." (KATE: +16 SP)(+38 SP)

It didn't make any sense. The thought of his cock still repulsed her, his touch made her want to scream. So why the fuck did doing what he said, turn her on?

"Abigail, do you think this poor, punished baby girl deserves a little relaxation after such a long punishment?" Gerry asked, as he drew a finger across her soaked lips. His touch still didn't turn her on, thank god for that, although she was grateful he was no longer fondling her swollen ass.

Kara nodded. "Oh yeah...she needs so much relaxation..."

"Well, then, get over here and give her a good tonguing." Gerry ordered.

Kara's eyes widened and she stood up. "You mean...uh...but I thought..." She looked embarrassed. "You...you aren't going to **** her?"

Gerry glared at her until her eyes lowered to the ground. "Ah...of course, Daddy."

With that, she rounded the couch and, at Gerry's direction, Peggy rolled Kate onto the couch so that Kara could have better "access" to her. The blonde latched onto her thighs with her hands, she glared at Kate, like this whole thing was her fault, and then slowly lowered her face onto Kate's mound.

Kate looked away as the endlessly dexterous tongue began to **** her. Kara was a lot better at this than Peggy had been, and Kate was sure she would have orgasmed the second Kara had touched her, if not for whatever was blocking the release of her frustration and pleasure.

She looked over to where Captain Carter was now making out with Gerry, leaning down and meekly letting him fondle her tits in front of her and Kara. It was then she realized that she must have gone insane. The stress of her duties was too much. She must have cracked, it was the only explanation for this bizarre, erotic nightmare.

"Having trouble down there, little one?" Gerry asked, as he began fucking Peggy against the couch. The much larger and built woman let out a moan with the first thrust and her massive mammaries heaved with arousal and nearly popped free of her blouse.

"Wha-what did you do?" Kate asked, as the mountain of pleasure she was receiving continued to crush any attempt at reasonable deduction or complex thought. She needed to cum, and she needed to do it NOW.

"I didn't do anything, Kit Kat," He said, as he thrust again into Peggy, causing her to almost fall over top of the couch, her tits now swinging free just above Kate's flushed face. "This is all your doing." He thrust again, Peggy's high pitched whines punctuating his infuriating misdirection and tangled deceit. "Your whole life you've pretended to be something you aren't...you pretended to be a good soldier for your dad, you pretended to be a rich Casanova for high society, and you pretended to be a super hero to make up for what you really are."

He leaned over to stare at her as he thrust again, his partner now desperately grinding against him and whining like a dog that needed to go to the bathroom.

"You're pathetic, Kate. You are not a soldier, you are not a playgirl, and you are definitely not a super hero. You are a pervert, who dresses up in that ridiculous costume, so you can pretend to be one of the big girls. You are an inferior version of a man, so utterly incapable of originality or self-determination, that you have spent your whole life idolizing men. First you idolized your father, now you idolize a dead man. Do you realize that you've constructed your entire identity around Batman, Kate? You wear a costume just like his, for gods sakes, you didn't even bother to change the fucking logo. And do you know why?"

Kate shook her head, having very quickly decided that orgasm denial, when she was this turned on, was the 9th layer of Hell.

"It's because you want to be him. You want to be a suave womanizer who could make ladies drop their panties with a word or a touch...you want to be powerful and intelligent, but most of all...you want people to think that's what you are." Another hard thrust and Peggy was now mewling and begging for him to...what the fuck? She was ASKING him to cum. This wasn't right, none of this could be happening. "You want people to think you're smart and your strong and your sexy, because the reality is...your just another rich brat, **** for Daddy's attention."

Kate shook her head. But she couldn't think straight. She couldn't think at all, in fact.

"You can't orgasm right now, because deep down, you know that you haven't earned it. All those orgasms you managed to eek out from the gold-diggers you paid to spank your ass and hump your face...those weren't the real thing, Kate. Those were fake orgasms, just like how you are a fake lesbian." He grabbed Peggy's tits and dug his fingernails into them as he screwed her faster and faster. "Now that you've seen me fuck the women you were too much of a coward to fucking kiss, before I told them to seduce you, you're body can't be satisfied with tongue and cunt anymore. You need cock."

With that, he thrust one last time and whispered something to Peggy, sending her reeling into the world of unconsciousness with a shriek of unparalleled delight.

"Tell me, have you ever been able to make a woman cum like that, Katie?" He demanded.

She flushed and looked away. Why couldn't she cum? Just let her cum damnit, then she could think a way out of this.

"Answer the question, bitch!" Kara said, removing her mouth and smacking Kate's cunt, sending her bucking and groaning wildly.

"N-no..." She admitted, as she stared into the half-lidded eyes of the exhausted Peggy Carter. (KATE: +12 SP)(+50 SP) The spasm of pleasure she felt from obeying him, was somehow even better than Kara's persistent pleasuring.

"How about yourself?" Gerry asked, as she slid out of Peggy and let her slump to the floor behind the couch. Then he rounded the couch again, his cunt-soaked cock dangling a few inches above her.

She was tempted to lift her head and bite it off, but in addition to the plan being straight up unappetizing, it also meant that she was going to be pulverized by Kara.

Besides, she didn't know if he was an alien or something...maybe biting his dick off wouldn't even work...

"Tell me, have you ever cum like that before Katie-bear, from the touch of a woman?"

She quivered and shook her head. (KATE: +8 SP)(+58 SP)

"That's because you wanted this, you needed this all along..." He said, laying his dick across her thigh and bumping it into Kara's cute button nose, as she rubbed it on Kate's clit. "Cock gave life to you and cock earned all that money you waste on your lavish parties and your silly dress up. Cock is who you are, little girl. And without it, you can never know relief...because I am the only one in the world who can make you orgasm."

No, it wasn't possible...it couldn't be.

But it was.

She looked up at him in shock, her mind struggling to comprehend the logic behind this horrific revelation. She'd often suspected the absurdity nature of her reality, where the most powerful women in the world dressed in sultry costumes, where god-like powers were granted often without true rhyme or reason. And where girls like her sister could be brainwashed and remolded so completely against their will.

She'd worked hard not to think about that, or about all the alien terrors beyond the stars which threatened to re-write the universe as she knew it, not out of sadism, but boredom. But confronted with Gerry's words, which although they felt intrinsically true, defied all logic, her tightly-wound, hyper-focused mind began to break down. She was dealing now with something which rendered all her study and research was useless. Her body had betrayed her, or else, it had never truly belonged to her in the first place.

In either instance, her ability to even coordinate resistance had been short-circuited.

"Now, if you ever want to orgasm again...I'd recommend you ask me, nicely, to touch you again."

She tried to keep her mouth closed, to not give in the oppressive need to be rid of the heat which had been building inside her for the past half-hour and which was now drowning her ability to think clearly or process her circumstances. But Kara's mouth was too good, she had to answer.

"I...please...touch me." (KATE: +14 SP)(+72SP)

She hated how breathy and **** she sounded. She hated more, how much she wanted him to give to her something that should have been hers. Some he'd stolen without her even knowing.

"Maybe, if you admit that cock is better than cunt..."

She flushed and writhed against Kara, pretending to consider it. "F-fine...cock is better, than pussy, alright? Now just let me cum!" (KATE: +4 SP)(+76SP)

He slapped her across the face and her hand lifted instinctually to retaliate, but Kara had grabbed both arms and pinned them to her back, with one hand, seemingly without looking up from her task.

"That's not what I said, Bat-whore. If you don't want to say cunt...that's fine. I guess you'll just have to give me a blowjob instead."

Her eyes widened and she was about to say the C word and plead with him, but by this time, she should have known that she'd be unable to reason with him.

With that, he grabbed her by the hair and slammed his still hard member into her throat, mercilessly fucking her head into the cushions and tickling her nose with his curly pubes. Unable to break Kara's hold on her hands and shove him off, she found herself thrown up and down against the cushions, her muscular highly trained body now as useless in defending her as her agile mind.

Eyes tearing up at the brutality with which he defiled her throat and **** to breath through his sweat soaked musk, she began to lick at him, the best she could, in hopes of coaxing him to climax sooner and freeing herself of the throat-stretching ****. (KATE: +6 P)(+82SP)

She almost vomited, when she tasted his salty sperm sting her tongue. However, with his still rock hard cunt in her mouth, she had **** but to swallow the filthy substance or else let it be **** out of her throat and sent dribbling across down her chin.

When he finally released her hair, her scalp ached with relief, as she stared up at him, begging him to just let her have this.

Instead, he gestured for Kara.

"Hey, Super-Slut, guess whose going to be the mattress for our newest love-making session?"

With that, Kara sprung into action, swapping positions so that her *cunt*, was now directly above Kate's mouth and nose, instead of dangling off the couch. Like a bitch in heat, the blonde lifted her hips and presented her genitalia for inspection, her profuse arousal splashing onto Kate's face, as she shook her ass and peeked back at Gerry's cock shyly.

Gerry pressed something on his phone and then plunged in, causing Kara to let out a groan and grin idiotically.

"Go ahead, Super Slut...cum..." Gerry said, as his balls grazed the top of Kate's forehead, coating her pale face in his ball sweat.

With that, Kara let out a little barking sound and spasmed like Peggy had, not long ago. It was clear from how quickly she began squirting across Kate's face, that she too had been **** for the relief.

As Kate lay on the couch beneath the younger girl, her face covered in Kara's slime, Gerry rounded the couch and kissed Kara, tasting Kate's wetness on her lips.

"So, here's the deal, you two...Katie, you're going to go back to Gotham and get things ready for my big appearance at the party you promised me. Kara is going to go with you, in her alter-ego...you'll say that she is writing an exclusive about you. Kara will keep an eye on you, and as long as you're good girl and don't try to sic any of your nasty friends on me, you'll get that orgasm you crave in less than two weeks from now. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Kara for once, looked a little hesitant. "But...umm...who will watch the city while I'm gone?"

He ran a hand along her head, like she was a pet and smiled. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Dr. Manheim is going to have that all covered.

GERRY

I was thankful that Kate hadn't realized that Kara's powers had disappeared. I imagined all the pleasure she had received was making it difficult to think.

Greatest Detective in the world, eh? She'd just be another whore by the time I was done with her, pimping out all those babes who worked alongside her for me, in hopes it might earn her a climax.

As I walked the still half-stunned Peggy down the stairs and to her car, I pulled out my phone to see what my latest master plan had earned me. I was not disappointed.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 400 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENIGMATIC ORIGINS

Subjects cannot learn information about you or your history without your consent.

Well, that one was a little disappointing compared to the others, which kind of made me feel like a superhero, but it also was probably going to be useful. I was sure that right now, Maria Hill was somewhere, trying to find out who I was. It would also prevent Kate or any of her detective friends, from sussing me out before I could gain full control over her and the rest of the League.

It also fed into my suspicions that the unlocks provided the App were somehow tied to what I needed for the next part of my plan. Almost like the App, or it's creators wanted me to succeed and were heading off possible threats at the pass. That should have been reassuring.

Instead, it just made me more scared about who or what had created this thing.

I tried not to let the creeping existential dread take away from all the pleasure I'd just gotten from humiliating and enslaving the one and only Batwoman.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 50 points on victim Kate Kane in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Kate Kane!

-SPENDING LOCK-

The subject is unable to spend even a cent without the user’s permission. The subject will naturally understand that user has this power over them, and will not question it. They will rationalize this to themselves.

I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting, but it hadn't been this. Although given how rich Kate was and how often it had come up while me and my knew sidekicks were degrading her, it made some kind of sense.

Activate!

The next surprise was even better.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 75 points on victim Kate Kane in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Kate Kane!

-CONFESSION LOCK-

The subject will believe that any communication that they give about what the user has done to them, will inevitably be ignored, or punished.

Okay, so this one was just flat out _too _convenient. While I'd been confident that Kara would be, with her super hearing, x-ray vision, super sight and super speed, able to prevent Kate from spilling the beans, the fact that I unlocked this ability, almost it too easy.

On the other hand, it was true that Kate had tried to tell the truth to both Kara and Peggy, twice in the case of Peggy, and had been ignored in both instances. Perhaps this lock was just the result of me making her insecure about her own believability. Or better yet, I had tapped into some deep seated insecurity that she held about being ignored by authority figures.

I could just imagine her trying to tell her military father that it wasn't her fault, as he threw her over his knee and spanked her ass.

But I was getting side-tracked, the best part of this app was the traits and I must have unlocked more than one with all I'd put the bitch through.

New trait unlocked for Kate Kane!

"RICH BRAT"

ROUTE A: REGRESSION or "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.

ROUTE B: CUCKQUEAN or "MOMMY'S LITTLE CUCK"

Whenever the subject becomes attracted to a woman, that woman will feel a sense of maternal protectiveness toward the subject. The greater the attraction, the more embarrassing and infantilizing this emotion becomes.

Interesting...the first would have been my go to, if I was intending to spend a lot of time around Kate. However, I wasn't sure yet if I wanted her to feel affection toward me, or if I wanted her to be miserable and frightened of me. Although, the image of dressing the tight, muscular body of this badass lesbian up in some pretty pink get-up was arousing to say the least.

The second option would work great in terms of humiliating her, if only because I knew she was attracted to Kara and the two would be spending quite a lot of time together over the next week and a half. But turning her into a blushing little love **** for myself, instead of Kara, would make it easier to infiltrate the Justice League...

I shook the thought out of my mind and moved on to the second trait I'd unlocked. I would need to see both before I made my choice.

New trait unlocked for Kate Kane!

"LEGACY LESBIAN"

ROUTE A: ROLEPLAY or "LIPSTICK LESBIAN"

_The subject loses all attraction toward women, except while _wearing make-up or traditionally feminine attire, in which case her attraction is increased, based on how feminine her appearance is.

ROUTE B: OBSESSION or "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.

Well, those were a little disappointing. I supposed that Route B would make it easier to make her do what I said, turn her into another woman-hating bitch, like Peggy and Kara (to a lesser extent) already were. But I wasn't sure if I wanted her to just start hating the majority of women in the world. I had already seen how that could blow up in my face with Peggy's verbal **** of Bobbi.

There was a little switch next to each trait, where it could be activated or de-activated, but picking something only to not use it, felt kind of like a waste.

On the other hand, Route A would tie in nicely with Route B from the previous set of traits. While dressed effeminately, Kate would be more attracted to women, which would increase how much they babied and condescended to her, which would make her even more of a pathetic, orgasm denied dyke.

However, it also meant that while she wasn't dressed that way, she would no longer be attracted to women at all. I thought about the costume she wore as Batwoman and I wondered if it counted. The costume did accentuate her curves after all, but on the other hand, it could hardly be called "traditional".

Not only that, but I was unsure of the consequences of Kate suddenly not being attracted to women at all. Would it make her straight? Would she become asexual? There was kind of a thrill, to being able to manipulate the sexuality of such a promiscuous woman, but I wanted her on the verge of orgasm, unable to relieve herself, when I saw her next. If I nuked her sexuality or even just made it conditional to when she was dressed a certain way, I would lose all my leverage. Kate was smart enough that she'd draw the correlation eventually.

Of course, I could tell Kara to **** Kate to wear girly outfits every day, but if Batwoman just stopped patrolling Gotham for a week, someone in the...bleh, "superheroine community" would take notice. I had enough problems trying to manage Kate and Shield, I didn't need an army of bat-costumed sidekicks kicking down my door. No, they wouldn't be able to learn about me without my consent and Kate couldn't tell anyone about what I'd done. But it was suspicious enough, having Kara accompany Kate back. If Kate's dress sense or schedule started changing, someone would ask Kara what was going on. And Kara was almost incapable of making decisions without my assistance at this juncture.

She also probably wasn't a very good liar.

This was a tough one. I wished I could see the upgrades for the traits before I chose them, as I now had over 100 points again and a second level upgrade might have dissuaded my fears.

Author's note: While it will not be in every single chapter, in addition to ageplay and orientationplay, my version of this story is going feature lots of raceplay. Especially when we get to characters like Vixen, Khamala Khan, Cassandra Cain, etc. And while I intend to do it tastefully (i.e. I'm not just going to spam slurs or promote white supremacy, the raceplay is there to humiliate the characters not to push some nonsense agenda) if that's something you are not comfortable with, I recommend you look elsewhere.

Also, in a previous chapter I mentioned Artemis when I wrote about the Justice League and mentioned she had no powers. This was an error that I had since retroactively edited out. Artemis will still appear in the Justice League, alongside Emiko Queen, aka Red Arrow, who doesn't have powers. At the time I originally wrote that passage, I didn't know much about Artemis or that Red Arrow existed.