Kara's a little busy at the moment

KARA

Kara stood at the counter of Simple Seductions, National City's most niche BDSM store, trying not to get wet. The last time she'd been in this costume she'd been spanked, humiliated and then royally fucked and completely degraded. And now all the pervs in this store, including the one ringing up her purchases, were checking her out.

She wondered how many of them recognized her as the actual Supergirl. Though she doubted any of them were looking at her face.

"That'll be $236.85." Said the gothy girl behind the counter.

Oh god, she was checking her out too. All Kara could think about was the women at the Maneater. They way they had looked at her, the way they had touched her. And now this girl too. Were all women like Kate? Handsy and eager to see what you looked like underneath. She had always thought she was an icon for little girls. Now she wondered why she'd ever bothered, when it was so much more rewarding to just entertain one man.

She pulled out Kate's credit card and handed it over.

"You know I could give you a discount...if you show me something under that costume." The girl said with a hungry look in her eyes.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Just give me my shit so I can get out of here."

She knew deep down that she would have done it, if Gerry had told her to. If Gerry had been here. There would have been a thrill, to appeasing him. In his hands she was playdough, to be sculpted however he wanted. But right now, she had to buy this stuff and get back to the Fortress, so that she could help him tame Kate and that bitch they'd kidnapped.

ELIZABETH

Elizabeth sat in her bedroom. She had never felt so useless and so scared in her entire life. Dr. Manheim would be calling soon, wouldn't he? To give her more instructions. Or at least give her permission to leave the house...

She'd tried to three times since her call to Maria. But every time she'd been overpowered by a sense of unease and had resolved to instead follow the instructions which had been given to her. This must have been how agoraphobics lived, terrified to open a door.

Except Elizabeth wasn't afraid of the outside world. No, she was afraid that she would make some kind of mistake. Without Peggy to watch over her, or Dr. Manheim to instruct her...well, she had already demonstrated to them both what a total disappointment she was, unable to do anything for herself.

So, she waited.

She wasn't surprised when she got a call from Deputy Director Carter.

_"Bishop, why haven't you reported for duty today?" _Sharon demanded. She was usually a little bit sweeter than Maria, but she sounded particularly pissed this morning.

"I-I..." What to tell her? What would Dr. Manheim want her to tell her. Nothing right? But if she hung up, Sharon would know something was wrong.

"I understand that Maria put Peggy on probation, but neither you nor Bobbi have arrived and Bobbi isn't picking up her phone."

Maria had told her not to tell anyone else about the "mole" in S.H.I.E.L.D. "I talked to Maria about it. She-she can explain..."

"Bishop, I am your commanding officer, and I am asking you to tell me where you and Bobbi are. Now cut the crap and tell me what the fuck is going on around here?"

"I-I..."

"Goddamnit, what are you a fucking schoolgirl? Where the hell are you?!"

Sharon was right. Elizabeth was just a nervous little girl incapable of making decisions for herself. She had to apologize. She had to let Sharon know how sorry she was.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Carter...you're such a good boss...you're so smart and pretty. I wish I could be there to apologize to you properly..." What was wrong with her? Last night she'd been sexually humiliated, partially by Peggy, Sharon's great-grandmother. Now she was getting turned on by the thought of Sharon too?

But she had to apologize. She had to make up for being such a pathetic bitch.

Sharon was quiet and Elizabeth knew that she was probably about to be fired for not apologizing properly with a kiss or a lap-dance.

Wait! Dr. Manheim had told her not to tell anyone about Bobbi. But he hadn't said she couldn't talk to anyone.

"I-if you come over to my house, I can give you your apology...properly, Miss Carter." Elizabeth said, squirming in her seat. "You deserve a nice apology, for working such long hours, dealing with stupid, naughty girls like me..." Maybe Sharon would insult her some more when she came over and she could apologize even more. The thought was so enticing. So much better than sitting here waiting for someone else to take pity on her and make a decision for her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Bishop?!"

Elizabeth's urge to apologize only grew and she stuffed a hand down her pants even though she knew she was incapable of bringing herself to climax. "You're so right...there's something wrong with me...I want to make it up to you, Miss Carter, for putting up with how useless I am."

Sharon hung up and all Elizabeth could do was play with herself and hope that she would take her invitation. She had been such a bad girl. And she needed to apologize so badly...

PEGGY

Peggy sat in the ruins of her cottage, staring at the pre-War ephemera she had just destroyed. A lifetime of collection, not to mention a not insubstantial amount of money, destroyed on the whim of one man.

She missed him already.

MARIA

"I-I need you, Natasha." Maria was digging her fingernails into her hair, pacing back and forth in front of her desk.

The voice on the other side of the line was calm and robotic as ever. "...Really?"

"Yes...there...there's a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D. and I believe they may have...tampered with my memory...injected me with some...virus or poison which is causing me to act strangely."

"Perhaps you should temporarily step down. Allow Sharon to deal with the problem."

Maria shook her head. "No, I-I can't trust Sharon...she might have caused this...look, I need you to get the information about what's happening to me and to Peggy and the rest of my agents, alright? All you have to do is track down this one individual and **** the truth out of him. It should be easy with all that **** you did for the KGB-"

Maria had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself. What was wrong with her? She had negotiated with terrorists. She had worked in the intelligence community as a tactful, responsible leader for almost thirty years. Now she couldn't talk to anybody without insulting them or making herself seem like a douchebag.

"I-I'm sorry..." She said, suddenly reminded that Natasha was the most lethal assassin on the planet. Her only conciliation was that whatever had affected Peggy and herself, it couldn't have affected Natasha.

Natasha didn't even acknowledge the verbal slip-up. "What is the name of the target?"

"Gerry Manheim."

BOBBI

She gasped as the robo-Superman's dick pounded into her asshole for the seven-hundredth time in the past thirty minutes. In all her years of worrying about being overpowered by some sicko and violated, she could never have anticipated that it could feel like this. Kryptonian technology was still light years ahead of humanity's, which meant that in addition to its skin being perfectly textured to appear to be that of a person, the robot emanated heat the same way a person did.

Which meant that the dick in her ass didn't just feel like a toy. It didn't feel like a machine was fucking her, it felt like she was getting anally reamed by the real Superman.

Simultaneously, the robot was moving with such incredible speed and power that it's appendage felt like a vibrator. Suddenly shockwaves were vibrating out of her ass and through her body.

Bobbi had always considered herself pretty adventurous, sexually speaking, having indulged in spanking, bondage and all manner of power-play over the years. But she had never experienced something like this. The immediate pain of being fucked without lube had been subsumed in the pleasure which was quaking through her body and causing her reddened tits to fly everywhere.

It was impossible not to cum, an affliction made worse by the smug look on the redheaded dyke who was currently fingering herself to the sight of Bobbi's indignity.

"Puh-puh-puh-puh...pleaaaaaase..." Bobbi managed to get out over an agonizingly long time. (Bobbi: +26 SP)(-26) She couldn't believe she was begging this fat, middle-aged fuck to turn off the machine fucking her ass. But that's what she was doing.

"Okay...stop."

Suddenly the jackhammering in her asshole had ended and she was slumping to the ground, entirely too worn out by the orgasms which had been **** out of her to stand, let alone attempt escape. Her tortured teats pressed to the freezing cold floor of the Fortress of Solitude as her asshole spasmed and clenched around nothing. All she could do was drool and groaned as the hands of the android wrapped around her arms and lifted her up.

"Well, anymore ideas, Kate? You've earned yourself two vetoes so far." Dr. Manheim said.

The red-haired bitch continued to fuck herself, her taught body and sopping cunt jerking spasmodically with each stab of her fingers. "Sh-she's pretty worn out...maybe we should give her a break?"

Manheim frowned. Then he shook his head. "Naw...she's all wrecked, now's the time to press our advantage. It's alright though, if you don't have any more ideas."

Kate's eyes narrowed and then she stopped playing with herself so that she could walk behind Bobbi. "You-you're gonna tell him whatever he wants to know or I'm gonna kick you, alright?"

Bobbi tried to squirm away, and Kate grabbed her leg and dragged her back across the icy surface.

"Where did you get your powers from?" Manheim demanded.

"Cuh-cuh-cuh-classified..." Bobbi answered, shuddering as she tried to close her legs.

Kate's boot landed sharply against Bobbi's over-sensitive cunt, and she let out a little shriek.

"I don't like repeating myself." Manheim said.

"Cuh-cuh-cuh-classified...fucker..." Bobbi was quicker this time closing her legs, but Kate dragged them back apart. Bobbi was still stronger than her, but she didn't have the energy left to fight her at all.

The next kick was even harder and the white-hot pain which ran through her like molten lead plumed up from her groin and burned against the inside of her ribcage, searing through her lungs and escaping in the form of an uncharacteristic shriek.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! CHEMICALS...they gave me fucking chemicals...I-I was supposed to be the next super soldier..." Bobbi finally answered, pounding her fists against the icy floor of the Fortress and creating one to two inches thick divots.

Manheim grinned. "So that's why you hate Peggy so much, huh? You're a better version of her, but everyone still prefers her anyway, don't they?"

Bobbi closed her eyes and there was another kick.

"AAH! FUCK! I thought you were being fucking rhetorical asshole...fuck...yes, I hate that everyone dotes on her! Happy now asshole?" (Bobbi: +4 SP)(-22)

She heard Kate lift her foot again and raised her hands in surrender. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, please tell her to stop!" (Bobbi: +6 SP)(-16)

Manheim raised a hand to signal for Kate to layoff. Then he smirked. "You don't just hate that she's more popular than you, do you? You hate that she's better than you, don't you?"

Bobbi gritted her teeth. "Fuck off!"

"Superman, I think Bobbi here wants another horsey ride."

In nanoseconds the iron hands were wrapping around her hips and lifting her up into the air. "No! NO! I'm sorry! YOU'RE RIGHT! SHE'S BETTER THAN ME! PEGGY'S A BETTER AGENT THAN I AM ALRIGHT! JUST TELL IT TO STOP!" (Bobbi: +7 SP)(-9)

Manheim pretended to consider it for a second before shaking his head to the Superman robot. The mechanical dick which had just pressed itself to Bobbi's asshole drew away and she groaned in relief as she was set back down.

"Peggy told me that the Super-serum kills most people it's used on. How many died in the trials you were in?" Manheim asked.

Bobbi shook her head. "I wasn't in any trials...they did it without me knowing what it was...I was a biology student...my professor injected me with the stuff while I was still in school..." (Bobbi: +9 SP)(+0)

Manheim laughed. "You were a biology student?"

Bobbi raised her gaze and stared hatefully at him. "I have a PhD." She barked.

"Fuck off! That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard..." Manheim said. "So, basically you were a pretty blonde biology student and professor you were sleeping with injected you with the serum and sold you to the government?"

"I wasn't sleeping with her...she was my mentor..." Bobbi answered.

Manheim laughed harder. "So much for fucking female solidarity. And now you report to Maria right, so she can send you on **** defying missions where you have to take orders from someone who was born in the 1900s."

Bobbi just kept glaring.

"That's a good one." Manheim said, pretending to wipe a tear from his eyes. "Jesus, you might be the stupidest bitch I've tamed so far. And now you're going to end up being my dumb blonde cum-dumpster."

Bobbi leaped for him, her arms swinging. She was tackled by Kate, who kneed her repeatedly in the cunt to until she stopped struggling.

"You're right..." Kate said with a nasty smile as she began twisting Bobbi's breasts. "She really is a stupid bitch!"

Manheim smirked and leaned down. "You interrupted me while I was having fun with Peggy and Lizzy. You're going to pay for that, Bobbi."

"What the fuck did you do to them?" Bobbi snarled.

"I freed them. Just like I'm going to free you. Now, what are Maria Hill's weaknesses?"

Bobbi smirked. "You are so fucking toast man. Once she gets a hold of you, whatever weird, mutant mind-control powers you have, she's gonna rip them out of your fucking skull and put you in a cell where you will never see the light of day again. You are fucked."

Manheim seemed to think this over. "Maybe. But not as fucked as you."

Bobbi felt something stab into her chest and then a familiar sensation of electricity shuddered through her entire body. Kate had just tased her.

"Weaknesses." Manheim repeated.

"You...you can **** me as much as you want...I'm not-"

Kate lifted the taser above her groin and raised an eyebrow. Bobbi felt a chill run through her.

"F-fine! It's fucking Sharon alright? The two of them hate each other's guts." (Bobbi: +2 SP)(+2)

"Sharon?" Manheim looked confused.

"Yeah, Sharon Carter. Peggy's great granddaughter. They've been fighting over what to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. since Fury died. They're still gonna fucking kick your ass man. As soon as they find out what's been going on they are gonna make sure you are history."

"Oh, c'mon, that's it?" Manheim asked. "You've worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for over 60 years and that's all you know?"

"Yeah. You picked the wrong person to fucking interrogate asshole." Bobbi answered.

Manheim stroked his chin. "Alright. Supes, fuck her nice and slow this time and don't stop till I get back."

"What!?" Bobbi snarled as the machine picked her back up and thrust back into her ass.

"Maybe by the time I get back you'll have remembered something else." Manheim said with a little salute as he and Kate walked off.

"FUCK YOU! LET ME FUCKING GO YOU FUCKING FREAKS!" Bobbi snarled as the likeness of Superman began once more to fuck her.

SHARON

Ignoring the Level 3 lock on Maria's office, Sharon whipped out her master-key and strode inside.

"What the fuck is going on with Peggy's squad, Maria?" Sharon asked, putting her hands down on the desk.

Maria was sitting on the floor next to her seat, inspecting it for something. "Sharon, I am dealing with Peggy's situation as we speak..."

"I'm not talking about Peggy, Maria." Sharon said. "I'm talking about Elizabeth Bishop inviting me over to her house after some...frankly, bizarre foreplay."

Maria glanced up at her and began to stand. "What did she say?"

"It's not important. What's important is that neither she nor Bobbi is here, and she won't even tell me why. She said to come to you."

Maria steadied herself on the desk, moving slowly like she was afraid one of the pieces of paperwork were about to jump up and claw her face. "She may be infected. I'll put her in quarantine too."

"What quarantine? What the hell is going on around here?" Sharon demanded.

"I'm handling it, Sharon. And the less you know, the less danger you are in." Maria insisted.

Sharon narrowed her eyes. "Tell me what's going on, or I contact the World Council."

Maria sneered. "Go ahead, Sharon. The phone's fucking there. In fact, why don't you go ahead and get me fired like you did with Fury! I'm not going to compromise a delicate situation because you're pissed you aren't in on it."

Sharon shook her head. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?"

"I told you. I'm handling it." Maria said. "In fact, you shouldn't even be in here. I locked my office for a reason, to prevent anyone else from coming in contact with the virus."

"What virus?" Sharon demanded.

"Something making Peggy and Elizabeth act differently, and me too. But since you are here, I'm going to have to ask you to either stay in this office and remain quarantined with me or go home."

"What!? That's insane!" Sharon insisted.

"I'M STILL THE GODDAMN DIRECTOR!" Maria shouted.

There was a short silence between the two of them, followed by a long, muffled sound. It took Sharon a second to realize what had just happened.

Maria had farted.

"Oh for the..." Sharon grabbed the phone. "That's it, I'm calling the council!"

Maria looking like she wanted to throw something at Sharon, instead pressed a button on her desk. "Rodriguez! Please have security escort Deputy Director Carter off the premises immediately, hazard containment procedures 5-c."

Sharon stared at Maria in horror, but before she could let out the words "You bitch!" the doors behind her had opened and security guards in white, contagion proof suits had grabbed her and were steering her out of the office.

GERRY

Kara was waiting for us when we got back to the dining area. She was wearing that wonderful dress I'd gotten for her and holding a brown paper bag bulging with erotic indulgences.

"How did your little shopping trip go?" I asked, as she handed me the credit card.

"I ran into The Olympian..." She revealed. "Uh, Cassie Sandsmark."

I glanced at Kate. I considered myself fairly knowledgeble regarding the superheroine community, but this name was not ringing any bells.

"The previous Wonder Girl." Kate answered.

I grinned. Wonder Woman. The alpha bitch, the head honcho. Wonder Woman was endgame. But this Cassie bitch might provide a short-cut to getting close to her.

"She started asking questions...I told her to come by here tomorrow morning." Kara said.

I raised an eyebrow. I'd have to check out Cassie's profile on the app, as soon as I'd topped off Kara.

"I'm sorry." Kara said. "I-I didn't know what else to tell her...you weren't around, and I thought-"

"Did you get the stuff?" I asked, gesturing to the bag as I pocketed the card.

Kara nodded, slowly and moved as if to hand me the bag.

"Get the big one out and put it to the top of this table." I said, moving over to Kate. "You did good with Bobbi. You can rest now if you like."

Kate glanced at Kara and then shook her head. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

I smiled and turned back as Kara slowly extracted a massive, horse-dick shaped dildo from the bag and sealed the suction cup at its base to the top of the table. Then she looked at me and lifted herself over top of it.

"I'm going to take away your powers now, Kara..." I said. "And you're going fuck yourself on your new boyfriend here."

Kara stared at me for a long moment and then nodded. I smiled as I pressed the button on my phone as subtly as I could. "Oh and I want you to whinny while you're fucking yourself."

Kara's eyes widened as flight left her and she ceased hovering and plunged down onto the uniquely molded shaft. She let out a gasp at first and I was reminded of the fact that she had been a virgin not so long ago. Now she was fucking herself on a fucked-up dildo for my entertainment.

Sometimes I forgot how sweet life could be.

Slowly, she began to make weak, whimpering whinnying noises and I was reminded of how small and slight she was. Without her powers, she really had nothing going for her.

"Suh-sir...*whinny*...I-I also got a call from Lois Lane...she wants to know what happened between me and Power Girl." Kara said, groaning as she arched her back to accommodate her over-sized invader.

"Really now?" I asked. I turned to Kate. "Give her your phone so she can call Miss Lane and give her the scoop." I said, disdainfully.

Kate frowned. "But there's no wi-fi here...sir."

I sighed. Having Kara fuck herself while talking to one of her oldest allies would have been so much nicer. Oh well, you had to roll with the punches.

"Fine. Give her your phone so she can record a message we can send to Lane later." I said with a glare.

Kate blanched and the nodded, hurrying off and returning quickly with a surprising unostentatious cell phone.

Kara took it with a shaking hand and I saw how primordially resplendent she'd become in this moment. Dressed up in her little cum-stained outfit, shivering and covered in sweat at the same time, as she violated herself just for me.

"Ah...hello, Lois. I just got your message." Kara began, her legs beginning to shake with exhaustion. Then she put a hand over the phone. "Wha-what do you want me to say?"

Oh right, she needed my instruction even to do this. I rolled my eyes. "Tell her that it was all her fault that Karen beat you up. Tell her the whole thing was over a boy and that it got out of hand because you were soooo jealous of her. And don't forget to keep whinnying." I reminded her and she paled as, unable to hold herself up any longer, she plunged back onto the dildo.

"AH! Oh...Luh-Lois, I got your message and I-I just..." She bit her lip again and then let out a little whinny, barely audible but certainly loud enough to be heard through the speaker of Kate's phone. "...I wanted to let you know that what happened with Karen was...was all my fault...Neigh!...I'm sorry for causing so much trouble, for-for putting people's lives in danger...it...It was all because of a boy and because I was jealous and-and petty...and I just want to...ah...apologize to the people of Metropolis...ah...NEIGH!" (KARA: +1SP)(98SP)

"All that time spent on a farm...waiting for a nice long dicking, no wonder you're such a perverted little slut." I said, stepping closer to her. "Call for one of the robots, Super-Slut."

Kara groaned again as the phone slipped from her fingers and Kate was there to catch it and end the recording. Her eyes were gleaming wickedly with this latest humiliation, but I could tell she was also spinning with thoughts of how to better **** and destroy Kara.

"Ka-Kal-El...please come here..." Kara called, as she fucked herself harder.

"Yes, Kara." Asked one of the robots as it appeared beside her in a woosh of cool air.

"Ask him to spank you, for being such a slutty skank, a total bimbo, a jealous bitch and a naughty little superheroine."

Kara shuddered and then turned back to the robot; her eyes glazed. "Puh-please...Kal-El...please spuh-spuh-spank me...I need to be punished, for being such a-a slutty, stupid, jealous, naughty little superheroine..." (KARA: +1SP)(99SP)

In an instant she was bent over the knee of the likeness of her cousin, getting her non-Kryptonian ass beat red and purple by a hand cascading down on her ass. She groaned and shrieked, even as the dildo on the table flopped back and forth, smacking against the ice of the table.

I grinned. Almost there. She was almost completely mine.

I unzipped my pants and turned to Kate. "Blowjob. Now, Bat-Dyke."

The glee which she received from watching Kara getting spanked in her slutty outfit faded, but she took to the job more with annoyance than ****, getting down on her knees and pressing her little pink lips around my cock. Slowly, she began to work it, tugging at it with her left hand and fondling my balls with the other. Despite all the hate she felt for me, she still wanted to impress me. Perhaps so I would give her more "vetoes" to protect her fellow whores with.

Or perhaps for more chances to **** them for me.

"You can stop now." I ordered the Superman robot before Kara's well-blistered but started bleeding.

Kara continued to groan and shriek and kick her legs, exposing her quivering, stretched cunt.

"Now ask your cousin nicely, to fuck you like the incestuous little whore you are."

Kara didn't stop crying for a while, as Kate bobbed up and down on my member, trying to finish quickly so she could get back to reveling in Kara's downfall. But slowly, the words eked out of her.

"Cuh-Clark...fuh-fuck me...I want you to fuh-fuck me so bad...I-I've fantasized about it ever since I landed here. You-you're the only other Kryptonian in the universe...puh-please...fuck my whore cunt...treat me like I know you want to...fuck me, Clark! Fuck me harder than you could ever fuck that stupid slut Lois! Fuck me like I know you want to, fuck me till I cum!" (KARA: +1SP)(100SP)

She was already thrown back onto the table, a robo-dick popping into her gorgeous little cunt and pounding her into the ice, eliciting a scream of pleasure and pain with each slam of the iron thighs against her well-worn ass.

"AHHH! SUPERMAN! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE COUSIN!" Kara shrieked, kicking her legs and pounding the table with both fists as the robot treated her to the kind of fucking, I could never give her.

It was watching her tight little blonde hole getting pounded into submission, not Kate's lackluster attempts to please me, which brought forth a spurt of sperm straight down her throat. Kate's eyes widened in surprise, and she coughed with surprise, causing the sperm to be drawn back into her sinuses and to spray forth from her nostrils. She pulled away, hacking and coughing and trying to get the stuff out of her nose.

I grabbed her short red hair and dragged my slimy dick through it, tickling her eyes and nose with my hairy balls before I stuffed my dick back in my pants and walked over to where Kara was screaming like a Tijuana whore.

"You can come now." I told her, as I switched her powers back on before the Super-bot shattered her hips.

She screamed even louder somehow, and I turned to Kate, who was staring at Kara's open mouth and half-lidded eyes as with a triumphant look on her face despite the jizz oozing down her face.

"Clean her up." I said, with a jerk of my thumb, as the Super-bot continued to thrust into Kara's semi-comatose form.

"And use your tongue." I instructed, as I pulled out my phone. Kate glared after me and then slowly crawled up onto the table and set to work licking the sweat off Kara's fucked-silly form. (KATE: +1SP)(93SP)

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 900 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED SENSORS: The range for this app to sense subjects is increased from 100 meters to 200 meters.

Oh. So that was a little disappointing. But the app said I'd get a special trait for bringing Kara to 100 SP. I slid past that notification to the next

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - COMPLETIONIST

Congratulations! You brought a subject to 100 SP. Here's your reward: +20 SP

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - A BLONDE IN LOVE

Congratulations! You brought a blonde to 100 SP. Here's your reward: +20 SP

Hmmm. Did that mean I would be rewarded for bringing specific types of women under my control? Because if so, that altered my plans for who to focus on next.

Past that though was the notification I'd been looking for.

SUBJECT TRAIT UNLOCKED: SEX-RAY VISION

You can now choose to see through the clothes of subjects at will. When you do so, the target becomes slightly aroused.

Well, that was...interesting. Not super powerful either, but possibly useful. Below were the traits I'd just unlocked for Bobbi and Kara though.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 25 points on subject Bobbi Morse in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Bobbi Morse!

-ORGASM LOCK-

Activating this effect makes the subject unable to orgasm, no matter how hard they try. Only you can allow them to orgasm now. The subject will be unaware of this, until you reveal this to them. They will believe this fact without suspicion, and understand now, that they can't orgasm without your approval. The subject will use their own reasoning for why this is, usually believing that you hold an erotic power they can't find elsewhere.

Activate?

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You got 50 points on subject Bobbi Morse in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Bobbi Morse!

-POWER LOCK-

Activating this effect makes the subject unable to utilize any abilities that make them different or stronger than a baseline human. No solution, scientific, metaphysical, or magical, can reverse this effect except for the user turning this Lock off.

Activate?

New trait unlocked for Bobbi Morse!

"TOO KINKY TO BE TORTURED"

ROUTE A: DEBAUCHIFICATION or BOBBI’S BIG BOUNCY BOOBIES

The subject's breasts become 1 cup size larger and twice as sensitive.

ROUTE B: MASOCHISM or BUSTED UP CUNT

The rougher the touch, the more pleasure the subject now derives from having their genitals touched. WARNING: This overrides Orgasm Lock.

New trait unlocked for Bobbi Morse!

"DARK PAST"

ROUTE A: MINDFUCKED or ALWAYS ROOFIED

Whenever the subject drinks something you have given them, they enter a fugue state for the next hour where their Intelligence is decreased by 1 and their memory is hazy.

ROUTE B: BIMBOFICATION or BUSTY BLONDE BIMBO BIOLOGIST

The subject's Intelligence is increased by 2 when working with chemistry and decreased by 1 during all other times.

Well, the first set of traits seemed fairly normal. Changing Bobbi's relationship with her own body to make her more sensitive, more easily punished or aroused.

But the second...I could see the appeal of keeping her in a state where she couldn't keep track of time or remember anything. But why would I want her to be more intelligent when working with chemistry? How did that help me to **** her to submit or **** others to submit?

I sighed. Maybe, once she was under my command, she could help me **** her superiors in SHIELD? But still that seemed like a stretch. I'd have to think about that one.

The unlocks for Kara were much more straight forward.

New trait unlocked for Kara Danvers!

"SMALLVILLE SLUT"

ROUTE A: BIMBOFICATION or DICK HUNGRY HICK

When the subject is aroused, their Intelligence is decreased by 1 and they will adopt a southern accent.

ROUTE B: ROLEPLAY or HIGH SCHOOL WHORE

While wearing suggestive clothing, the subject becomes aroused more easily and stays aroused longer.

New trait unlocked for Kara Danvers!

"DEVIANT DESIRES"

ROUTE A: LUST or COUSIN-FUCKER

Your Familial Bond is twice as effective for subjects related to this one. WARNING: Cannot be upgraded.

ROUTE B: EXHIBITIONISM or SHOW IT ALL

After a subject sees this subject partially exposed, they will desire to see this subject in the same state again.

Now this was more like it. All four seemed like they had their uses. The Cousin-Fucker trait seemed a little strange. After all Kara's family were all dead, weren't they?

I thought about it for a second and then I remembered that Lois Lane had married Superman. That meant she was Kara's cousin-in-law. I had gotten into this to dominate superheroines, and I didn't like the idea of getting sidetracked. Still, having the world's most famous reporter at my beck and call could be nice, even if I did feel like I had more pressing matters at the moment...

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