THE ENFORCER lvIII + PR DISASTER lvII + SHE-WOMAN HATER lvII

MARIA

As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict, Maria still believed that there was nothing more effective than a cold shower when it came to flushing the cobwebs out of her system. There was something about the chill which went deep into the bones. Instantly, her brain was forming lists of people to call and people that would need to be surveilled.

Elizabeth Bishop had just called and told her that Morse had gone rogue. Again. Apparently, S.H.I.E.L.D. had a mole in its midst. Again. Maria had prided herself on cutting down on that kind of thing. Their job was after all, too important for them to be being constantly infiltrated by neo-Nazis and third-rate futurists. The last group which had successfully manipulated HER organization were the Skrulls, and she didn’t really count them, based on the fact that they could shapeshift.

She had briefly considered whether Bobbi had lied to Elizabeth. There were no such things as coincidences after all, and her conversation with Bobbi regarding her job security was still fresh in her memory. But if Bobbi had wanted to take down Maria, she wouldn’t have lied to Elizabeth about there being a double agent. She would have driven to Maria’s safehouse, disabled the alarms and smothered her in her sleep.

No, by all counts, she was likely trying to prove herself. If she flushed out another mole, this time one that even the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about, Maria would have to promote her. Maybe she’d cause less trouble when she was re-located to their East European cell.

Maria groaned at just the thought. As always, Bobbi’s reckless attempts to prove her own capability would result in making Maria seem more incompetent to her superiors.

Worse, it meant someone that Maria thought she knew everything about, had been playing her. She ran through the list of names in her head again. There were only a few possible candidates for who was betraying her. The most obvious candidate was Teresa Parker. They knew so little about her that it wasn’t difficult to imagine she was an sleeper agent.

Simmons was another possibility, anyone that intelligent was a liability, but her hatred of metahumans and self-disgust made her particularly unstable. And then there was Natasha…S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most precise and reliable tool. The other side of the coin from Bobbi. Maria hadn’t called on her in years. She had hoped…they all had hoped, that they would never have cause to.

Had the Black Widow grown restless in her semi-retirement? Or had some deep seated resentment resurfaced?

No. No, Natasha was too professional to leave a trace that she was coming. Bobbi was good, but not that good.

That only left Carter. Not the elder Carter, who was too blunt to plot against anyone, but Carter the younger. Sharon Carter the grand-daughter, who was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s assistant director. Maria rarely saw her these days, the two of them had divvied up tasks so they wouldn’t get in each other’s way. Sharon was ambitious. Not murderous, but ambitious, and that was more dangerous. She was smart enough to allow some double agent to slip by, just because she knew it would make Maria look bad.

She’d been the one to **** Fury into retirement. She wasn’t above doing the same to Maria.

If there really was a double agent (and it was an if) it would explain Carter’s behavior. And Sharon would have intimate knowledge of her grandmother’s routines and habits, making brainwashing her easy.

Then all Sharon would need to do was call in Manheim, an inspector, to witness Maria’s inability to control Peggy, and swoop in as the rescuer. It wasn’t likely, Manheim seemed a little too vindicative and a little too stupid to be an employee of the World Council. But it wasn’t impossible and until she knew what Bobbi was thinking, she couldn’t discount it.

Regulations made it illegal not to make the assistant director aware of a possible security leak. But now was not a time for regulations.

GERRY

Like everyone, I’d seen pictures of the Fortress of Solitude on Google Maps. Like everyone, I guess I’d thought the world had already stripped all the ability for wonder out of me.

I was wrong. Fortress? The place was a palace. The way it glittered under the starlight, like an enormous jewel. I couldn’t believe that Kara had access to this place all this time and chose to live in an apartment and pretend to be a reporter for a 3rd rate gossip rag like CatCo.

Boy was it cold though. Being up in midair for so long had acclimated me to the cold, but a few seconds in the Arctic and I was wishing I’d brought a coat. Kara noticed my discomfort as soon as she set the car down.

“Do you want me to melt the car?” She asked, stepping over and rubbing her hands on my shivering arms.

“J-just get the door open…” I said, gesturing the giant door to the fortress.

She flinched and then she was gone, disappeared into the blistering silvery wind. I realized I’d made a mistake as soon as she was gone. My bones were aching from the cold already. Again, I’d failed think ahead.

I was just about to shout over the howling wind for Kara, when I felt a source of warmth appear next to me. Kate had stepped out of the car and without looking at me, had draped her cape over me.

I looked her up and down. Her suit was made to deflect bullets not keep her warm. She was just as cold as I was, she was just better at hiding it.

“Thanks.” I said.

She seemed to blush.

“Hey, who in the Justice League, do you most want to fuck?” I asked with a smile.

She looked at me and then at the ground. “Wonder Woman.”

I smirked. “You know if you play your cards right, you could end up being served hand and foot by beautiful women?”

“Please don’t do this.” She said. “I-we…we’ll do whatever you want. But you don’t need to-to take over anyone else.”

I turned to her and smirked.

“Please.” She begged.

I reached out and ran my hand along her chin. “Sorry, Katie. You and your super fascist friends have fucked over the rest of us for long enough.” I leaned forward. “But don’t worry. When all’s said and done, you’ll be happier. There’ll be no more crime, no more poverty…everything will be better.”

Her eyes welled.

“What are you defending anymore anyway? The right for you and your gal pals to kill ordinary people with impunity? To bend reality to whatever you feel like it should be? You’ve long since given up any kind of ideology. There’s no more wack-jobs in spandex for you to fight…when it comes down to it, what do you do?”

She glared. “We protect people.”

“Then why don’t we feel safe?” I asked.

I could tell she wanted to say more, but she was cut off by the shadow which fell across the both of us. A hundred feet above, the tiny red, blue and blonde form of Kara was supporting a sixty-foot long key, made out of pure lead. In rapt silence, we both watched as she jammed it into the cavernous keyhole in the side of the Fortress and gave it a kick with her foot, that somehow produced enough **** to turn it.

The sound of cogs the size of houses turning echoed across the tundra, and Kara wasted no time flying to the edge of the now unlocked gate and dragging open the mountainous door.

“Ugh…”

It was Bobbi. We both turned to look at her, now awake.

“Knock her out.” I told Kate.

She looked at me and then at Bobbi. “But…”

“You want a chance to save your friends from being turned into sex-slaves, knock the bitch's lights out. I know you want to anyway.” I said, turning away. Damn it was cold. I just hoped that Kara had indoor heating or this stay was going to be profoundly uncomfortable.

Kate looked conflicted for a moment and then leaped back into the car, grabbing Bobbi by the neck and pinching her in some nerve spot, just hard enough to drive her back into unconsciousness. When she was finished, I could tell she was trying to hide how right I was, how good it had felt, dominating a woman who wasn’t like her.

“Please, sir…” I could tell she was trying to stroke my ego now. The girl was too smart for her own good. It was good thing I’d be turning that mind to my advantage soon. “…you don’t need to mind-control the Justice League to fix the world. We can work together…and I won’t tell anyone about what you’ve done. But-but you don’t have to hurt anyone else, to get what you want.”

I smiled. Even shivering and exhausted, I felt powerful just being in her presence. “Look, Katie, you’ll like being part of my harem. You and the rest won’t have to worry your pretty little heads about crime-fighting anymore…I mean, look at Kara.” I pointed to our fast approaching host. “You think she worries about planet-destroying threats anymore? No, all she has to worry about is finding me pretty toys like yourself for me to play with.”

Kate’s eyes flickered to the fast-approaching form and I saw the jealousy in her eyes. She hated Kara, as per her trait. But she also wanted to make me happy and was probably frustrated that Kara was able to be helpful in ways that she couldn’t.

“But this is madness! W-what if there is an interplanetary threat? I-if you do this, it could end up destroying the human race!”

I tried (unsuccessfully) to stop my teeth from chattering as I climbed back inside the car. “I duh-doubt it. This mind control, as you call it, it doesn’t make you much less competent. It just means that you’ll be protecting the world in my name,” I gave a pointed look at where her nipples were poking through the spandex of her suit and she lifted an arm to cover them. Then I smiled and stuffed my hand down the front of Bobbi’s blue jumpsuit, pawing at her tits while I waggled my eyebrows at the woman who’d just knocked her out.

“You’ll still be able to lead mostly normal lives. I might even allow people to look up to you. You’ll just have to **** on my cock in the meantime.”

She looked revolted, by what I was doing, by what she was allowing to happen. “But-but…I’m a lesbian!”

“Then why do you get turned on when you do what I say?” I asked, popping one of Bobbi’s tender nipples out of her suit and feeling as it hardened between my fingers. “Why is it that I’m the only one in the world who can make you orgasm?”

I could tell she was getting turned on. The depraved conversation, combined with the residual arousal of my orders, plus the sadistic pleasure garnered from seeing me groping Bobbi was chipping away at her self-control.

Luckily for her, our conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Kara.

“Hurry up, we’re getting hypothermia out here.” I informed her.

She nodded, quickly scooping up Kate with one arm and the car with the other, before dashing inside the Fortress.

It wasn’t much warmer inside, although at the very least we were protected from the skin-stinging gale. Not only that, but Kara soon had me and Kate swathed in winter coats, wool mittens and heavy scarves, which appeared to have been kept on a warmer somewhere, for just this occasion.

“Hello, visitors of...KARA EL. Welcome to the Fortress of Solitude.” Said a black-haired figure with a familiar red and yellow insignia on the front of its blue costume. “Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?”

The Superman facsimile was carrying a tray and on it were four cups of piping hot cocoa. I am not embarrassed to say I practically jumped for mine. It was fucking cold out there in the snow and I hadn’t had a proper drink since dinner with Peggy.

“What is this thing?” I asked, as the creature proffered the drinks to Kate, who just shook her head. The bitch probably had Nordic genes or something.

“It’s a robot of Superman.” Kara said, and I could tell from how her eyes lingered on it, that it was not a mirthful subject for her. “Clark used to…umm, Superman used to use it to stand in for him, when he needed to be Clark Kent in one place and Superman in another.”

I frowned. “How many of these did he have?”

“Oh, there’s a dozen or so. I just use them to watch the Fortress these days.” Kara said. “They take care of all the aliens he brought here and make sure no one steals any of the trophies.”

I smiled as I looked the machine up and down. “How strong are they?”

“Strong enough to lift buildings if need be.” Kara revealed.

“And how smart are they?”

“They can perform complex tasks but only if commanded to. They don’t have any morality…if that’s what you were worried about.”

I winked at Kate. “Can they take Bobbi someplace she won’t be able to break out of?”

Kara nodded and turned back to the robot. “Bring her to the cells and make sure she is secure but comfortable.”

The Super-Bot nodded and in a flash, had scooped up Bobbi and disappeared from sight.

“How does it work,” I asked. “I mean, do they listen to you because you are kryptonian?”

She shook her head. “There’s a computer which controls them. Right now they’re programmed to follow me. Ummm…if you don’t mind sir…why do you want to know?”

I smirked. “Well, you want to make me happy, don’t you, Kara?”

She nodded, my next request already dawning on her.

“Can you program them to listen only to me?” I asked.

She bit her lip. “I…I can. B-but umm…sir…I can just order them around for you.”

I moved closer to her. “I’m sure you can. Where is this computer?”

She hung her head slightly and pointed up a set of stairs.

“Wonderful! Then you’ll bring me there after you make us some hot cocoa. Is there a place where I can discuss Kate’s behavior with her?”

Kara blinked at the influx of information. “Umm, there’s a lounge up those stairs…”

“Wonderful. Make three cups of hot chocolate, one for each of us. I’d like marshmallows in mine. Oh, and if you could also be a dear and collect from snow from outside with a mug, that would be immensely appreciated.”

Kara nodded and glanced at Kate. “Are you sure-?” She began.

“I’ll be fine. Trust me.” I took the opportunity to lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek, which was when I realized how warm she was, in comparison to everything else.

Kara nodded and took off, flying down a hallway in the direction of whatever kitchen this place had. I turned to Kate and offered my hand. “Shall we?”

Reluctantly, she took my arm and I pulled her close. I knew she could still break every bone in my body. But I also knew she wasn’t going to and she was almost cute, **** to walk in tandem with me, up the ice-carved stairs.

It turned out Kara had really under-sold the “lounge” at the top of the stairs. The place was full of trophies from a hundred different planets. But more than that, there were smaller, more sentimental objects. A baseball which had touched the moon. A plow which had accidentally been mangled. A spoke from a runaway locomotive.

And most endearing of all, were the comics. Superheroes without secret identities had figured out how to monetize their fame, but before that, in the good old days, heroes like Superman and Green Lantern and the Flash had allowed folks to make comics about them. To inspire children and to instill the importance of heroism in them.

Superman had only kept a select few issues, of the no doubt hundreds which had been published during his thirty-year career. But he had picked the best for sure. I even recognized one. It was the same issue that my father had bought for my eighth birthday. I’d rarely gotten to see the old man, but we’d bonded over the comics. He’d told me about the heroes of his generation, Hourman and Wild Cat.

For a moment, I wished I could show this to him. Knowing that Superman kept copies of his own comic books, well…he would have gotten a kick out of it, that’s all.

I remembered Kate was watching me and returned the issue carefully to its placement on the shelf. “Batman never did go in for this kind of thing…did he?”

Kate just glared at me, and again, the glare fell. “He needed criminals to be afraid of him.”

“You sound like you disagreed with him.” I said, turning to the plush red and blue chair and sliding onto it.

“I disagreed with him about a lot of things.”

“Like the killing thing, right?” I said, with a smirk. “You think he would have tried to kill Kara in your position.”

Kate moved to the table between us, on which several replicas of Kryptonian architecture resided. “Please…I can see you care about Kara…if you do, then you know what you are doing is wrong.”

“What I’m doing is wrong? You knew she was mind-controlled and you tried to kill her…does that seem very heroic to you?” I asked with a smile.

“It doesn’t work like that.” Kate said.

“How does it work? You and your friends are judge, jury and executioner…you had the resources and the capability to restrain her, knock her out…and you chose to kill her. You can pretend it was for the greater good…but we both know the truth.” I grinned. “You’re just mad she wouldn’t sleep with you, aren’t you?”

“What?! No, of course not! I-”

“You stalked a woman half your age, and then the moment she showed interest in you, you were ready to lie to her, just so you could get laid. Now, isn’t that exactly the same thing as what you accused Power Girl of doing to you?” I asked.

“You-she helped **** me!” Kate screamed. Beneath her furs, every muscle tensed.

“Really, is that how it works now?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and dragging off my soaked socks. “You wanted to have sex with her. You never said no to having sex with Peggy either…you were just happy to have power over a woman who was stronger than you. In fact, judging from your visit to the Maneater, I'd say you're just as much of a pervert and a misogynist as any man I've met.” I said. “And then I showed up and you sucked me off because…you were **** to? I seem to remember you enjoying taking orders from me as much as Kara and Peggy did.”

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT RIGHT!” Kate screamed.

I stared at her. “Then why haven’t you killed me yet? If I’m mind controlling Kara, if I’m the reason humanity is in danger, why is it you tried to kill Kara and not me. I’d be easier for sure and I’m unequivocally more responsible for what happened to you.”

Her hand twitched in the direction of her belt. Then she held it back with her other hand and her gaze lowered.

“You liked taking orders from me…you liked sucking my cock…” I said, wriggling my toes and standing up. “You didn’t try to kill Kara because it was for the greater good. You did it for your own ego. She helped expose you for the scared little girl you are and you couldn’t live with the knowledge that someone knew how weak and pathetic you really are.”

I moved closer as she continued to stare at the fluffy shag carpet.

“Tell me, Katiekins, were you planning on killing Peggy too, for spanking your ass?”

She didn’t answer, her breath hitching.

“She isn’t a planetary threat like Kara could be. But you were planning on killing her too…because you’re a vengeful little bitch, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t!” Kate yelled.

“She made you feel weak, didn’t she? Reminded you of being locked in that room in Berlin, with your mother and your sister.” I said, reaching out and grabbing her mask.

Her eyes lifted to look at mine in terror and realization. Then I lifted the mask off and let it hang behind her. With one hand, I removed the wig of curly ruby locks, revealing the crew cut of slightly more orange hair beneath.

“You’re not a hero, Kate. You never were. You’re a victim, a scared little girl trying to hide behind bullet-proof armor. Your life has been defined by men rescuing you. Your father saved you from the bad men, didn’t he? Just like Batman saved you from those street thugs…and just like I’m going to save you from yourself.” I let the wig fall to the floor. “You enjoyed being ****, do you know why? It’s because deep down, you don’t believe that you ever deserved to have been saved…you wish your father had saved your sister instead, don’t you.”

She choked and tears began streaming down her soft white face.

“Aww, it’s okay baby…” I leaned in and gave her a lustful hug, full of completely unsubtle groping. “Daddy’s here now. Daddy’s gonna save you from yourself, just like he saved Kara. But first, you’re gonna need to apologize, for what you did wrong.”

“I…I…I’m sorry…” She whimpered, into my shoulder.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for trying to k-kill her.” Kate admitted.

“Of course you are. You’re just daddy’s soft little lesbian. You love all the pretty girls, even when they break your poor little heart. It was all the bad thoughts in your head, which made you do it.” I slid my hand beneath the furs and squeezed her ass through the spandex. “Don’t worry, Kate, Daddy’s gonna take all those bad thoughts out of your pretty little head…by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even miss being a spoiled rotten, uptight dyke.”

I let go and slid into place on the couch. “Strip.”

She stared at me and then shifted. “B-but it’s so cold…”

“You can put the furs back on once you get that eyesore of a costume off.” I said, stretching out my legs after the journey and extending my arms along the back of the couch.

Kate looked around as if doing so might allow her to spy some previously unnoticed method of escape. Then, as if it was painful, she began to extricate her arm from it’s black latex sleeve.

“Slowly. Like the strippers at the Maneater.” I said with a smile. “Give me a show.”

She flushed and boy was she beautiful when her face was red with anger and embarrassment. But she did as commanded, giving a half-hearted shimmy and taking the opportunity to turn away from me so she didn’t have to see the straight guy leering at her as she stripped.

“Come on, private, I know you can do better than that.” I said, reaching out and grabbing her leg and tugging her backward, so that her ass was basically in my face.

She glared back at me, but I knew she lacked the capability to commit an act of **** against me at this point and her pout was more cute than it was intimidating.

“You’ve seen a lap-dance before, haven’t you?” I said with a smile.

Her eyes widened and I could tell she wanted to protest.

“Of course you have…a naughty girl like you, traveling all over the world looking for women to sneak into the panties of. Pretending to be a big strong man every time you got the chance…I’ll bet you’ve never been on the giving end, though, huh?”

She looked back away and covered her face with her hands.

“Maybe you’d prefer to give me a nice long blowjob instead?”

She shivered, still half-dressed and then began doing as commanded. (KATE: +1 SP)(+83) It was clumsy, the way she swung her ass and ground her thighs against mine. But boy was it worth it to see her try. I took the opportunity to cope another feel of that thick ass-flesh. Her rear was by far her best feature, based on what I’d seen of her lackluster tits. Maybe I’d **** her to pay for an upgrade once I got to Gotham. Boy it would be hear the snide comments and the nasty grins on the faces of all her snotty friends when she walked out for the party she’d promised me, with two obviously fake double-D tits hanging out of an on the nose dress.

The costume pooled on the ground, the icon of a hero crumpled and empty and she clutched the fur coat tight, both to hide her nudity and to protect from the chill.

“Now, I want you to climb over my lap, like you used to when waiting for your dear old dad to give you a nice long spanking.”

She whimpered and then did as commanded. I rubbed my hand across her ass for the third time. It had felt nice stretched taut against the spandex, but it was even better beneath a thick layer of soft to the touch fur.

“What did your father do when he used to spank you, Miss Kane? Did he make you promise you’d be a good girl? Remember…it’ll be worse for you if you lie to me.”

She shivered and then shook her head. “He-he made me tell him everything I’d done wrong.”

“Go ahead and do that, Kate. Tell me what you did wrong. And make it a nice, looooong, and thorough list…and your punishment won’t be so bad…”

She gulped. “I-I tried to kill Kara…”

“Ah-ah-ah…try again.”

“I…I…tried to **** Kara?” She asked, her face contorted a little in trying to anticipate my desires.

“Who did you try to ****, Miss Kane?” I asked, leaning toward her.

Understanding flashed in her eyes and she hung her head. “Suh-Supergirl…”

“What else did you do wrong?”

She hesitated for a moment. “I…I lied…about the reason I did it. I tried to make it seem like it was for the greater good…”

“When really you were just being a petty bitch, weren’t you?” I asked, as I drew up the edge of the fur coat. Her shivering ass was still red from the spanking which Peggy had given her. Had Kate been anyone else, she probably wouldn’t have been able to walk for the rest of the week after that beat-down.

“Y-yes.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she couldn’t help the next from leaving her. “Diana spanked me once, for putting the team in danger…ever since then I’ve dreamed about her doing it to me again, this time in front of everyone so that they all know what a pathetic little bitch I am.”

I laughed as she cringed.

“You really didn’t do it just because she **** you, did you? You actually had some half-cocked moral reason.” I grinned. “You think you deserved to have been ****, don’t you? If it had just been a woman with no powers who did it, you wouldn’t have killed her, would you?”

She let out a sob and shook her head.

“You’re even more broken than I thought.” With one hand, I rubbed the base of her back, while with the other I began to play with her clit. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay…let it all out, Katiekins. That’s what lap-time is for, it’s time for you to be honest with daddy about all those feelings you’ve kept bottled up. So, my little self-loathing slut why did you try to **** the beloved superhero, Supergirl?”

She shuddered and then looked up at me, in humiliation and shame. “I-I was afraid…I was afraid she was going to do it to my friends…the-the people I love…”

“Oh, yes, you’re little bat crew, eh? You were afraid that Kara was going to turn them into sex slaves…well, I’ll let you in on a little secret Miss Kane.” I leaned closer and took the opportunity to pinch her shivering little clit, causing her to gasp. “Kara’s not going to turn all your friends into sex slaves. You are.”

She looked shocked for a moment and then looked away.

“Now, what else did you do that was naughty?” I asked releasing her delicate little bud and instead soothing the red marks on her ass.

“I spied on Supergirl.”

“That’s right! I’d almost forgotten about that one…thanks for bringing it up. What else?”

“I-I slept with Powergirl, just to get her to help me…just because I was embarrassed. I-I traded sex like a whore…”

“What a wonderful way with words you have! What else, Bat-Whore?”

“I…I went to strip clubs and fantasized about my co-workers…I’m a terrible superheroine…I hate all my team-mates, but only because I want them to fuck me and they won’t.”

“Probably because you’re too pathetic to be worth the price of admission. You’re forgetting something though…”

She paused. “I snuck onto S.H.I.E.L.D. property?”

“And?”

She let out a long breath. “I tried to sleep with Supergirl…”

“Almost, but not quite…what did you do to poor, sweet, All-American Supergirl?”

She struggled for a moment before her mind wrapped around my twisted logic. “I seduced her…” (KATE: +2 SP)(+85)

“That’s right. You seduced her with your naughty lesbian wiles and corrupted that poor innocent girl…no wonder she invited me, a man in, to save her, when you had spied on her, lusted after her, abused her trust and then psychologically manipulated her into letting you touch her girl-parts. You really a sick, demented ****, aren’t you? You deserve to be locked up in Arkham with all the lunatics you’ve put away, don’t you?”

She just whimpered in response and I stuffed my fingers into her asshole, causing her to let out a groan and shift and wiggle on my lap pathetically.

“I asked you a question, Bat-Whore.”

Slowly, she nodded. I was surprised that it didn’t trigger her anti-lying trait, but then I realized she must have only been confirming the actual question at the end of my lesbophobic rant. That meant she truly did believe there was something mentally wrong with herself and that she truly believed she deserved to be locked up for it.

I was just glad I’d gotten to this bitch when I did.

“Well, you’re going to get what you’ve always wanted, that’s for sure…you’re going be the bottom bitch on the pecking order, after you help me take over all your friends and loved ones, you’re going to get rammed in the ass by girls prettier than you all day long.” I said, with a sharp slap on her thigh.

I turned and smiled as Kara appeared, carrying a metal tray with three steaming cups of cocoa on it, and one mug filled with snow straight from the Arctic circle. I was going to enjoy this.

CASSIE

Titan’s Tower had been expanded several years ago to accommodate Young Justice’s new roster. The rooms for Terry, Logan, Damian and Connor remained untouched since the battle with Trigon.

The place was not the hub of activity it once was. They weren’t teenagers anymore, after all. They were adults, with a very important job to do.

Cassie remembered the lecture she’d received from Diana after Connor’s funeral. How, as Amazons, it was their job to guide humanity and assure peace. But Cassie wasn’t an Amazon. She’d spent more time in Egypt than on Paradise Island, when it came down to it. She also hadn’t been born with her powers. She was just a girl trying to do right.

Even if no one seemed sure what that meant anymore.

“We should tell Barbara before anything else.” Cassie said, as she and Kori exited the hangar bay. Diana had made another mistake in her inspirational speech. She’d assumed that Cassie was the leader of Young Justice.

That role had gone to Kori. Kori was more like an Amazon than Cassie feared she would ever would be. She’d come from a planet in a constant state of war and been fighting with the team before Cassie even got her powers.

She also had a fraught relationship with Barbara Gordon even before Dick’s ****. Cassie didn’t think Kori actually cared that Barbara had once dated her husband. In addition to being all around goodhearted, she was so effortlessly sexy that Cassie very much doubted she’d be intimidated by another woman.

But when the all the former Robins had teamed up to take down Intergang once and for all, Barbara had ended up suggesting that Kori was under some kind of mind control, an accusation which M’gann had thankfully disproved. Not that Barbara had ever apologized.

And then there had been the battle which took Dick’s life. The battle to prevent the demon realm from ever again terrorizing humanity. Barbara had made it quite explicit that she did not blame Rachel for the fight which took Dick’s life. No, she reserved that hatred for Kori, who had been leading the group at the time, and who had prioritized killing Trigon over saving her husband.

It was the thing that Dick had wanted her to do. But that didn’t matter to Barbara.

Finally, the tension between them had come to a head when Kori had recruited Bette into Young Justice. After testing out her skills, both Bette’s aunt, Kate and the rest of the Bat Family (even Stephanie, which was hypocrisy at it’s finest) had voted that Bette was too headstrong to be a vigilante in a city like Gotham, which was just returning to stability.

And yes, Cassie agreed that Bette could be a hard to work with sometimes. She was by far the most spoiled girl Cassie had ever met. But it was still an insane position to take, considering everyone in that Batcave had worked alongside former criminals like Catwoman and loose cannons like Jason.

Barbara had actually called Kori after she’d auditioned Bette for Young Justice, and yelled at her. Kori had stopped taking calls from Gotham after that, unless they were from Kate herself.

“No.” Kori said, having clearly contemplated how to deal with the situation on the fly over here. “Kate is like a mother to her niece. We will tell Bette and let her decide who to contact after that.”

“Did Kate die?”

They both turned to see the girl in the white cloak, who had stepped out from the shadows.

“Jesus, Rachel, you almost gave me a heart-attack!” Cassie said. “Is it going to really take one of us attacking you on accident for you to stop teleporting inside the Tower?”

Rachel just stared at Kori. She had always been emotionally distant. But it had gotten so much worse in the last few years.

“She is alive.” Kori said. “She attempted to kill Kara, however.”

Rachel stared at nothing for a moment and then nodded as if this was to be expected.

“Kara’s taking her to a friend to try to cure her of whatever’s going on…she wasn’t very clear to be honest.” Cassie admitted.

Rachel nodded again. “Would you like me to break the news to Bette?”

“That’s…not necessary.” Cassie said. “We, uh, I can talk to Bette.”

Rachel stared at her for a moment and then spoke. “Ok. Just knock on my door if you need me for anything.”

And with that, she’d disappeared back into the shadows.

“We really need to get her to stop doing that…I can’t take anymore scares tonight.” Cassie said, turning back to Kori.

“We should be happy she has exited her meditation. It is good that she is showing she cares about Bette just as much as the rest of us.” Kori said, continuing to walk like nothing had just happened.

“She should volunteer to take her on patrol sometime then…” Cassie mumbled as she followed Kori in the direction of the elevator.

“I will speak with Bette. You should make the call to your mentor. Kate is a Justice League member after all.” Kori said, as she pressed the button.

“Oh. Right. Yeah…I’ll get right on that.” Cassie suddenly wished that they could have reverse duties. She would have taken a dozen patrols listening to Bette gossip about boys rather than have another conversation with Diana.

She’d made it very clear the kind of failure Cassie was, when she’d given the title of Wonder Girl to Yara-Lor in front of Cassie and an entire island worth of Amazons.

KATE

“What kind of punishment do you think this naughty little dyke has earned herself?” Gerry asked.

Kara smirked and took a sip from her coco, pretending to think it over. “Well, she’s definitely earned herself a nice, long spanking…”

Kate could feel their eyes on her exposed, shivering, reddened ass. She braced herself for the impact, knowing that a spanking from Kara would be even worse than it had been from Peggy.

“…but we should give her time…wait until this ass is nice and pale again before we color it.” Kara said.

“I think that’s a great idea. Kara, would you be a dear and pass over the mug of snow?”

Kate already had a notion of where this was going but she looked back in time to see Gerry press the ice to her ass cheek. The numbness on created by the snow was actually not unpleasant, and as her breath hitched he grinned at her. She quickly looked away, despising the rising hardness she could feel pressing into her stomach, as well as her own weakness.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked, as he continued to rub the snow into her heated ass, causing it to slowly melt against her and for little rivulets of ice cold water to drip down between her legs.

She closed her eyes and nodded slowly, afraid of what she might reveal if she lied. (KATE: +1 SP)(+86)

“I think you should apologize, Miss Kane, for what you tried to do to poor Kara.”

Kate wriggled against the ice, pressed to her ass cheek and then bit her lip. “I-I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for, you ungrateful bitch?”

Kate wiggled slightly and then looked back at Kara. “I’m sorry I tried to hurt you…”

Kara glared at her. “Really, that’s the best you can do?”

Kate looked away.

“Not the best at using your words, are you?” Gerry said with a smile. Then he turned to Kara. “Would you prefer it if she ate you out?”

Kara flipped her hair up. “I mean, not really. I-I’ll do it, if you want me to sir…but…I’m not really attracted to her…” Kara blushed. “Plus, she’s not as good as you.”

Gerry grinned. “It’s alright, Kara…this is about you getting what you deserve. You don’t have to ever be ashamed to tell me the truth, alright?”

Kara looked away and then back at him and nodded.

“Would you prefer to see her suck me off?” Gerry asked.

Kara bit her lip and nodded hard.

“Hahaha, I knew you would…you’re such a nasty little slut.” Gerry said, leaning over and hugging Kara as hard as he could.

Then he turned back to the ass in his lap. “Get up, bitch. You’ve got ears, you know what you have to do to make up for what you’ve done.”

With that he shoved Kate off his lap and both he and Kara chuckled, watching her strike the cold, hard floor and glance up with an agonizing look in her eyes.

“Please sir, I-”

“Oooh, look how wet you were!” Kara said with a grin, running her hand over the stain on Gerry’s lap. “She’s gotten your lap absolutely soaked…it must be how naturally handsome you are, baby. Even dykes like her can’t resist you.”

Gerry smirked and kissed Kara, briefly running his hands over her body. At first Kate thought they were just playing to twist the knife more, but as they broke apart and she saw the look of love in Kara’s eyes, she realized that there truly was some spark between them. How? Kara was one of the strongest, most noble girls on the planet. Even mind control couldn’t explain how she could end up with this surly slob.

Gerry turned back to look at Kate and lifted an eyebrow. “Be honest, Miss Kane…I know you’re turned on by both of us. Which one would you rather fuck, if you really had the choice?”

Kate didn’t answer, she just stared at her knees and felt the coolness of the floor against her ass and thighs.

“She was so talkative when she was standing on my windpipe.” Kara said, leaning close and hugging Gerry around the waist. “Now, she’s meek.” She hummed. “I think I like her better this way…she’s a lot less of a bitch to be around.”

Gerry smirked and then pointed at his crotch. “C’mon, whore. You made this cock all nice and hard and now it’s time to accept responsibility.”

Kate looked at them both in horror and then closed her eyes and scooted closer. Clumsily, she reached up and undid his zipper, opening her eyes to see the same cock which had besieged her throat less than 24 hours ago, flop out.

Watching as Kara and Gerry continued making out and fooling around, she closed her eyes again and took the plunge. Delicately, she began licking at the glands, hoping this bastard would bust a nut prematurely and allow her to drag herself off and sob herself to sleep somewhere in this freezing place. (KATE: +2 SP)(+88)

She had no such luck, however, quickly discovering that the man had surprisingly potent sexual stamina. From the taste of his dick, she could tell he’d been in more than just Kara recently, as well, and she hated the analytical mind she was usually so proud of had picked up on that detail.

As she began to increase the speed of her licks and began to kiss the head of his penis as well, in hopes of accelerating her “apology”, Kara climbed onto his lap and began grinding her ass crack against his groin, more or less shoving her ruined panties into Kate’s face, as she tried to finish the blowjob. The worst part was that Kara didn’t even seem all that consumed with humiliating Kate. She was too busy making out with Gerry.

Kate just closed her eyes and hated how thankful she was that this wasn’t as violent as before. She knew she should instead be hating how easily she’d fallen into the rhythm of pleasuring her assaulter and blackmailer, but she couldn’t help but be glad that they seemed to be showing some modicum of mercy, after all they’d done to her.

Gerry whispered something which Kate didn’t catch and Kara giggled, before climbing off his lap and shimmying down the back of Kate’s body, so that her thin frame was between Kate’s kneeling, shivering form and the coffee table.

Then she reached out and picked something up and before Kate could protest, more ice was being applied to her pale skin, although this time over her pussy rather than her ass. At first she protested, her sore butt grinding into Kara’s crotch as she wriggled to escape the handful of snow. But doing so only made Gerry’s wet cock pop out from between her lips and smack across her face distastefully.

“Did I tell you I made this horny little bitch give me a lap-dance?” Gerry asked.

“No, I don’t think you did.” Kara said, as she moved further and further up Kate’s slit, getting closer with every rub, to her already erect clit.

“Hey, didn’t she expose the Gotham police department for some kind of corruption scandal?” Gerry asked. “We should make her give a lap-dance to the entire GCPD.”

“Why stop there?” Laughed Kara.

Gerry smirked and reached out, pressing his hand to Kate’s head and shifting his hips to press more of his member into her throat. “You hear that, Bat-Whore? You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do.”

Kate blinked back tears, trying not to imagine the scenarios they were planting so fruitfully in her mind. She had been trained to endure all manner of ****, but being transformed into a sex-**** for a perverted man, was by far more terrible than anything she’d been put through in her preparation to become Bat-Woman.

She felt the biting cold of snow against her clit and thrased involuntarily, thankfully not biting Gerry’s dick as it slipped out of her mouth and slapped against her chin. Then Kara pulled the snow away, allowing the cold ache to die down.

“Beg for it.” Gerry said, slowly working his slick cock with one hairy hand.

Kate stared at him for a moment and then sucked in the cold air. “P-please…Kara, punish me again.” (KATE: +2 SP)(+90)

The cold was so much worse, held against her clit for what felt like a whole minute this time. It was agonizing, and worse, it took the edge off the heady arousal which had allowed her to disassociate herself from this.

She wriggled against Kara’s iron grip, as Gerry jerked himself off inches from her face.

“You know, you could have run away, while Kara was out.” Gerry said. “If you had just left the apartment and skipped town, none of this would have happened. With your skills you could probably disappear. Of course, you would have had to give up your life of luxury and your crime-fighting fun…but you wouldn’t be sucking off your **** with snow shoved up your cunt, now would you?”

Kate didn’t look at him. She found it easier to stare at his cock. Soon, he’d release himself and he’d lose interest in her. Hopefully.

“Instead, you chose to try to **** Kara…and now you’re going to pay the price for that little bit of ****, for the rest of your life.”

With her other hand, Kara smeared some of the snow across Kate’s chest and Kate let out a shriek of surprise, her numb clit pulsing uselessly between her shaky thighs.

“Beg for it again, but this time in the ass. **** yourself, you know you deserve it.” Gerry said, standing up and grabbing her hair, so he could slap her face repeatedly with his manhood.

“Ah…please…Kara…shove it up my ass…punish me for being such a whore…please, I deserve it-” (KATE: +2 SP)(+92) She was mid-sentence when Kara did as requested, shoving the partially melted snow up Kate’s back-door with brutal efficiency, eliciting another, much louder scream. “AAAAH! I’M SORRY!”

As she flailed uselessly against the pain in her rectum, Gerry stopped jerking himself off and stared laughing. “You really want everyone to think of you as this big scary bad-ass woman. But you’re just another crybaby bitch…”

That was when she broke, her face falling forward and landing between his legs. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, please, you can do whatever you want with me but…d-don’t hurt my friends…they-they d-don’t deserve it…” She started sobbing then. Again. For what felt like the fifth time in the past day.

Kara’s grip slackened and Gerry’s hands slid under her shoulders and pulled her, half naked, up off the ground and into his lap.

“It’s alright, Katie. It was your father, wasn’t it? You spent your whole life trying to make him happy…and then you found out he lied to you, didn’t you?” Slowly, he dragged his hand across her back. “He made you think you were worthless and then he lied to you. And you still miss him somehow anyway…don’t you?”

Kate shook, her vision blurry, her whole body in too much pain to respond to his ministrations. There was nothing she could do but sit there and wail and let all the pain of the past two days and all the anguish of her whole twisted up life out.

“You think you aren’t worth anything, don’t you? You think that you should have been the one that they kidnapped…you think you’re sister was the one who deserved to live. You’ve been given every privilege you could ask for, but none of it will ever make you happy, because you don’t think you deserve to be happy, do you? It’s alright…none of it is your fault. What happened to your sister, isn’t your fault. Dropping out of the military, isn’t your fault. Your father’s ‘discipline’. Your mother’s ****. None of it is your fault, Kate. You were just a girl, trying your best.”

Kate hiccupped and felt snot running down her face. Limply, she raised a sleeve to wipe it away and found Kara standing over her and holding a napkin.

“It’s alright.” He continued. “You don’t have to talk. This world is endlessly cruel, Kate. Fighting against the cruelty is pointless. The only thing worth doing is enjoying however little you have. I’m not here to **** your friends, I’m here to liberate them. Just like I’ve liberated Kara and Peggy. Just like I’m going to liberate you…you don’t have to feel worthless anymore. You’re mine. And I take care of my things.”

Kate didn’t speak after that, not for a long time, she just lay in his lap and let all the sorrow leak out. She felt empty, a bundle of aches and bruises. But she also felt something she hadn’t felt since her big break up with Renee. Her whole life felt like a mistake, some big cosmic joke that had led up to her begging to be ****, just for the chance at an orgasm.

But now…in a strange way, she felt loved. She knew it was just the Stockholm syndrome, from being with this man who had destroyed her life and shattered her individuality. But looking back, she also knew that the confidence she’d projected had never been her personality. It was just an illusion she’d hidden behind, an excuse not to ever face what she really was.

As the sobs subsided, he presented her with the third mug of hot-chocolate, the one that neither he nor Kara had yet touched.

“I was planning to dip your tits in this,” He admitted, almost sheepishly. “But I think we’ve had enough playtime for one day…”

She stared at her reflection in the dark liquid, her haggard face, her reddened eyes. She hadn’t had hot coco since she was a child.

Carefully, half-expecting that he might throw it in her face, just for another opportunity to laugh at her, she reached out for the mug. Slowly, her fingers curled around it. It’s warmth was dim, but not entirely absent. As she brought the sweet and salt milky brew to her lips, she realized how dehydrated she’d been for the past few hours. Soon, she’d drunk the entire cup, while Gerry rubbed her back and Kara told him about her conversation with Karen.

“Hey, do you hear that?” He asked, gently turning her coco-stained chin to face him. “You might get a chance to help train Karen soon. Now, isn’t that exciting?”

She wanted to say no, that even though Karen had used and degraded her, she wouldn’t just take any opportunity to hurt her. But she didn’t want to anger him again. She didn’t want the cuddling to end. And she knew that it was a lie. Her resentment for the buxom blonde’s treatment of her, combined with the recently opened well-spring of hatred for women like Karen, was too much to deny.

She wanted to see the other woman brought low. She wanted those fat tits swinging from the lash of a belt. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.

“There we go! Now, there’s the little strip-club hopping pervert I know.” He said with a smile. “Tell me, who else in the super-heroine community, would you like to help me turn into a bitch?”

She swallowed slowly, the warm feeling in her chest dissipating slightly and she had to tighten her sphincter to avoid the melted ice from leaking out of her.

“B-Barbara Gordon…” She admitted, slowly. “She-she hates me…I know she does. She thinks I’m not as good as Batman was…sh-she’s always lecturing me and the other members of the Bat Family…I…I don’t want you to hurt her…”

“No, of course not. But she’s not happy, is she? She’s just as miserable as you were, before me and Kara found you.” He said with a smile.

Kate bit her lip and nodded. Barbara was miserable. Maybe her turning into a hedonistic slut like Kara seemed to be, would be the best thing for her. She’d lost so many men that she loved, she was so scarred from what had been done to her.

Even as the guilt gnawed away at her, she got turned on by the thought, of Barbara reduced to a gibbering mess, hair down, breasts heaving, her intelligent eyes searching the darkness for some sign of escape.

“C-Catwoman…” She admitted. “She’s done good things in the past…but…she and the Birds of Prey…they’ve also hurt a lot of people. Sometimes intentionally. I’ve tried to reform her in the past, but she doesn’t listen to me.”

“Hmm, the woman with the whip and the spandex outfit right…I bet you’d like to give her a proper whipping for being such a naughty kitty, wouldn’t you?”

She couldn’t help it. She nodded again.

“Is there anyone you would like for me to be gentle with?” He asked, his voice suddenly taking on a more serious tone.

She knew that it was inevitable, that he would ask about those she loved. Still, she told herself that she could make it better for them, if she was by his side, ready to offer up her own dignity to protect them.

“…B-Batgirl…she…she was abused as a child…she’s suffered a lot…please sir, I couldn’t take it if…if you…”

“I understand…she’s just like you. She needs a firm but gentle hand to guide her…I promise you, Kate. I won’t hurt her. I won’t hurt any of them, not like you were hurt by your father and not like she was hurt by hers.”

She didn’t believe him. It would be insane to do so. But she was incapable to talking back and she sensed how resolute his intentions were.

“Kara?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a place where this little one can have a nice long rest?” He asked.

She was embarrassed to admit that she almost didn’t want to leave his embrace and although she still was not turned on by him, she did feel safe in his presence. Safer than she’d felt in anyone’s presence for a long time.

“Of course…”

“Go ahead and put your cup down on the table, sweetheart…”

She hadn’t realized she was even still holding the mug and quickly set it down as he stood up, still cradling her to his chest, as they followed Kara up another set of stairs.

DIANA

She stood by the window, watching the world turn. The green and blue and tan she’d seen a thousand times. She remembered the first time she had exited the atmosphere. How happy she’d been, at the simple revelation that the world was more than she had ever been told.

“Kaznia is blaming Symkaria for their hyperinflation.” Jessica read. “Shuri is responding to allegations that Wakandian tech is being used to commit war crimes in Sudan and Somalia. And Namora is trying to **** cruise ships to pay a toll for traveling through the Atlantic.”

Diana sighed. “I will deal with the Wakandans. Have Zatanna talk to Namora.”

Jessica paused for a moment, looking up from the computer terminal. “There’s also another protest in Paris…The UN wants to talk to us about our ban regarding…male meta-humans.”

“We’ve had this discussion before.” Diana said, her eyes focusing on what appeared to be an atmospheric movement in the Gulf of Mexico.

Jessica sighed. “I’m not saying we give a license to every bozo with super strength…but this hardline policy of…ours, is not making us any friends.”

Diana turned. “It is not our job to be liked, but to set an example.”

“Diana…we’re alienating the allies we have. And…pretty soon we’re not going to have enough manpower to do our job. If we just allowed _some _men into the team…”

“Men are power hungry, Lantern. The past tells us that they cannot be trusted to do the right thing with power like ours.” Diana picked up her shield and returned it to its place on her back.

“You know that’s not true.” Jessica said.

“You’re predecessors, what did they do with their power?” Diana asked, stopping and turning to glare at her.

Jessica didn’t answer.

“I can recall if your memory is faulty. Guy Gardner joined a terrorist cabal. Alan Scott almost destroyed humanity. Do I need to even mention what Hal Jordan did with his ‘gift’?”

“I remember what happened, Diana. I think about it every day.” Jessica said, the ring on her hand flaring. “But there are plenty of female superheroes I could name who ended up doing irredeemable things too.”

Diana moved closer, leaning almost a foot down to look Jessica in the eyes. “None of them have done as much damage as men have. Barry Allen almost destroyed time itself, to save one woman. And did Wally learn from his example? Did he realize that the universe is not something to be trifled with? No, he tried to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.” She leaned even closer. “My mother fought in the first World War, Jessica…believe me. Men cannot be trusted with power.”

As she turned away, she picked up a spear off the wall of her bedchamber. “Tell the UN they can make as much noise as they like. The ban stays.”

GERRY

When I logged into the app, I got a pop up notification, one which I hadn’t received yet.

Congratulations! You have brought a subject to +99 SP. A subject can only be brought to +100 SP by being **** to do perform the ultimate act of submission, with the ultimate act being different for each subject. A subject cannot be ordered to tell you their ultimate act of submission, you’ll have to figure it out yourself!

Once you have brought a subject to +100 SP, you will unlock a special trait for yourself based on the abilities of that subject.

That was interesting. I'd have to bring Kara to +100 as soon as I could get some rest. I wondered what kind of powers I might receive from her...I shook the thought away. I wasn't in this to turn into a super-powered freak. I hardly needed powers, with this many competent bitches at my command. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a taste of that power, something to defend myself worst comes to worst...

I flipped past the notification, fully expecting to have unlocked a new trait for Kate. What I didn’t expect to have find two waiting for me.

New trait unlocked for Kate Kane!

“SENSATIONAL SENSATIONS”

_ROUTE A - _MINDFUCKED or “SENSUAL SLUT”: The subject will now respond to temperature shifts in sections of their body differently. Being touched with something hot will make the subject twice as aroused. Being touched with something cold will make the subject twice as submissive towards you. Once the temperature shift ends, this effect wears off after 1 minute.

_ROUTE B - _CUCKQUEAN or “I CAN ALMOST FEEL IT”: When the subject witnesses the user having sex with another subject, they will feel pleasure as if they were the other subject.

New trait unlocked for Kate Kane!

“REWORKED DESTINY”

_ROUTE A - _LUST or “THE SEDUCER”: When the subject is attempting to seduce a straight woman for the user’s benefit, their Charm is perceived as twice as high.

_ROUTE B - _DEBAUCHIFICATION or “THE MOUTH”: The first time each day the subject performs oral sex on someone, their mouth and throat become erogenous zones for the duration of the encounter.

I considered the options, before deciding to pick out my upgrades before choosing which traits I’d select for her.

The first thing I did was to upgrade Peggy’s “THE ENFORCER” trait again. While I would have loved to upgrade Kara’s “ALPHA BITCH” trait to maximize my SP earnings, the encounter with Bobbi had been way too close for comfort. I could not afford to run into another situation like that with a super powered bitch ready to spoil everything.

I immediately received this pop up from the app:

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - PAID UP

Congratulations, you've upgraded a trait to level III. - Here's your reward: +20 SP

It was followed immediately by this another one:

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - BOTTLED UP

Congratulations, you’ve upgraded four traits = +20 SP

Then I decided to sell some of the traits that I wasn’t really using. PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME for Kara had to go. I’d never even had reason to use it.

And that got me this:

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have reached a total of 700 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED INTELLIGENCE: While utilizing, designing or hacking technology, your Intelligence is doubled.

Again, not bad. It would certainly make it easier to hack into all these superheroines’ super computers. But it just wasn’t as impressive as the Commanding Aura trait I had gained. I decided to just go nuts and sell a couple more traits. I didn’t need HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS on Kate anymore because she basically couldn’t lie to me anymore. When I sold that one, I got this:

CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 800 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

FAMILIAL BOND: While a subject is at +100 SP, you gain twice as many points on their relatives.

Hmm, interesting. As far as I could tell, neither Kara nor Peggy had any relatives. I remembered something about Kate having a step-mother though in her file. I’d have to see if I could take advantage of this one in expanding my herd of bitches.

With the extra 200 SP, I quickly upgraded my one trait on Maria. I didn’t want her to associate being around me with embarrassing herself. She’d never submit herself to therapy if she suspected I was responsible for her recent change in behavior.

I took longer to consider the next upgrade. I wanted more control of Kate, that was for sure. I didn’t want her conscience getting in the way of my plans for her friends. The upgrade for "DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL" would make it easier to garner affection from her. But once I had some free time, buying her gifts with her own money and presenting them to her would be easy.

No, the upgrade for “SHE-WOMAN HATER” would make her more sadistic and misogynistic. Less docile, but more predictable. Plus, I wanted her to have fun while we were ruining lives. If she was just bummed out the whole time, it was going to seriously cramp my style.

I spent the last 100 SP upgrading that trait and considered whether I should sell Peggy’s gaslighting trait. While it had helped me reassure her during her crisis, I wasn’t sure how much I’d need it in the future. Given that she was +99 SP, she would probably believe anything I told her.

Still, I decided to hold off until I’d picked the traits for Kate. I might want to upgrade one of her new traits and I besides, I still had to figure out this +100 SP thing. I figured that Kara was almost there and that I knew her well enough that I’d be able to earn those three extra points during my stay here at the fortress.

I spent the rest of time waiting for her to get back to scroll through articles about her. There were a lot by Lois Lane, who had famously married her cousin. That seemed like a breach of journalistic ethics if I’d ever seen one, not that I was much for ethics to begin with. Still, I noticed a trend in the media of her never being good enough. I supposed that was just a reflection of the way society treats women, but politicians and police officers were always complaining about her lack of experience.

It seemed that they used to compare her unfavorably with Superman, something I had done when I decided I had to take her down. Now everyone was doing the same thing, but with Powergirl. Especially after the beat-down she’d goaded Karen into giving her, there were videos and forum threads online with titles like “Power Girl Kicks Supergirl’s A$$” or “Super-girl gets owned by her clone”.

It made sense that people didn’t like Kara as much as they did Karen. As much as they might claim otherwise, people liked confidence. And Karen oozed confidence, like the narcissistic bitch she was. Kara on the other hand, was beautiful, but clearly haunted by uncertainty and self-doubt.

I just hoped that our ploy had worked. I needed to take care of Powergirl before her spying on Kara came back to bite me in the ass. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her fat tits and curvy ass either. That and…well, it just seemed wrong for Kara to have gone through all that for nothing, even if I knew that I had tortured her emotionally far more than anyone else at this point.

I had just finished my hot chocolate when she came flying back into the room, looking for all the world like she was going to collapse from exhaustion. I had never seen a superheroine look so worn out, and I had re-watched security cam footage of some of the riskiest meta-powered battles ever caught on film, just so that I could analyze the fighting styles and techniques of my enemies.

She moved to take away the empty mugs and I shook my head and patted the section on the couch. She looked surprised, but wasted no time floating over the top of the table and landing gracefully next to me.

“It’s been a long day…” I said.

She smirked and nodded.

“I just have one last question for you, before I’m going to let you get some sleep.” I said.

She nodded again, eager to please.

“Is there a heater anywhere in this god-forsaken place?”