Superman's Fortress of Solitude

Power Girl flies you up until you have a terrific view of the moonlit city. “Where do you want to go, Master?”

You reach over and stroke the underside of her breasts, sending a shiver through the girl. You consider how tiny her home is. “Tell me, do all superheroes hang out in crappy little apartments?”

“No,” coos Power Girl, enjoying your fingers on her breasts. “Superman has a huge Fortress of Solitude.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. Takes us there.”

The two of you whisk through the night, going faster and faster. The land underneath you gives way to ocean, then to ice. You start to feel cold, but Power Girl uses a very light version of her heat vision to warm you up. Soon you see a gigantic crystal structure. Power Girl flies you into the strange building.

You fly past room after room. Some of them are filled with statues, others with strange machines. Several animals in a bizarre alien zoo hiss at you as you pass by. Eventually you come to a series of rooms decorated like a mansion. Power Girl lands in one that looks like a stately living room, other than the walls being made of giant white crystals.

“Wow,” you say, “Superman lives well.”

“Oh, he doesn’t live here. These are the guest quarters. He lives in an apartment with his wife.”

You shake your head. “You superheroes are such losers. Always thinking small. We just robbed a jewelry store for enough loot to…” You pause and stare at the jewels sacked away in Power Girl’s cape. “You know what, I’m thinking small, too. Robbing a jewelry store? Big deal. With the kind of muscle I have at my command, I could take over the world!

“In fact, I should recruit more muscle.” You grab Power Girl’s ass with one hand and massage one of her tits with the other. “Here’s what I want you to do. First, go get a spare uniform and put it on. Second, go to my place and get some supplies. I’ll write out a list before you go. Third, there’s a certain super heroine that I want to you convince to join us here…”