Giving Power Girl What She Needs

After Diana led me to my new holding cell, she was quick to leave, assuring me that she would return to check on me once she was done talking with the rest of the League. It wasn't much of a comfort given the circumstances, but at least this cell appeared to be more comfortable than the one Luthor had put me in. It was larger for one, had a TV that I could have watched had I been in a better mood, and the bathroom area was walled off by opaque glass to offer some measure of privacy from onlookers (though Diana had briefly mentioned the glass could be made clear using a switch on the outside of the cell if deemed necessary). As the cell was built to be airtight, it also had an airlock at the entrance so that entering and exiting it takes several additional seconds of waiting inside of a separate chamber that I assumed could function as a decontamination chamber if needed, though at the moment that was only a guess on my part.

One other thing I noted was that the cell wasn't located in the prison area but rather close to the infirmary, meaning that I would occasionally see technicians and doctors passing by outside. None of them stopped to talk to me though, save for one man in a lab coat who came in briefly to take a sweat sample from me. I was hesitant to give it to him given what I was trying to hide from the League, but knowing that it would look incredibly suspicious if I refused to cooperate, I didn't have much of a choice but to let him swab my armpit and carry it off to their lab. All I could really do was hope that whatever plan Diana was cooking up would work out before the researchers found anything damning.

Several hours passed before Diana finally returned, accompanied by Superman. Both of them had dour looks on their faces. Stepping up to the glass separating me from the outside world, Diana turned on the intercom and said, "Hello Charlie. How are you feeling."

I also got closer to the glass (and the receiving microphone I assume was hidden somewhere nearby) and said, "Okay, I guess. How's Kara doing?"

"Don't worry, she's doing alright," she said, though her expression didn't change, "But we're actually here to talk about Power Girl."

I remembered the state I had last seen her in: furiously masturbating in an attempt to find some form of sexual release. "Really? Is she still... you know..."

"Not as much as before," Wonder Woman answered, "She's at least able to control herself in front of others. But now we have a new problem."

"Power Girl has started to become insistent on being allowed to see Luthor," Superman said grimly, "Given what we now know of your pheromones effects, this is something we cannot allow to happen under any circumstances."

He didn't need to tell me that. I had already seen for myself how it worked, with both Diana and Starfire... and to a lesser degree even Kara. If Power Girl was starting to obsess over Luthor in the same way they obsessed over me, it was obvious now why the two heroes in front of me were so concerned. Still, given that I couldn't let Superman know that I had seen this with Wonder Woman herself, I played ignorant and asked, "Like... like what happened to Kara with me?"

"Exactly," Superman answered, "At the moment, Power Girl is very susceptible to anything Luthor might tell her. We've been keeping them apart so far, but the longer we do so, the more agitated Power Girl is becoming. We're starting to worry that she might try to break out, or worse, Luthor might escape and get to her himself."

"Th-That'd be bad," I said, shivering at the thought of what that madman might do if he had his way with someone like her, "But what do you need from me? I already gave one of your scientists a sweat sample. I'm not sure what else I could do to help."

If Diana was worried about their scientists getting a hold of a sample of my pheromones, she was an expert at hiding it as her expression didn't shift in the slightest.

"Well we have been observing Kara, and so far she isn't showing any of the same symptoms of Luthor's gas that Power Girl is," Superman explained, "So we had a meeting to discuss our options and..."

He paused, visibly uncomfortable with whatever he was about to say. Diana noticed this, and finished his statement for him, "...we have an idea. Luthor's artificial pheromone doesn't appear to be as potent as yours."

"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised to hear this, "But... But Power Girl was sent into a craze after just one dose. That seems way more intense than what I ever did to Kara."

"We think that has more to do with how highly concentrated Luthor made those pheromone grenades," Wonder Woman said, "If we were able to pack that amount of your pheromones into a grenade, the results might be even more dramatic than what we saw."

"More dramatic than..." I started to say, but I stopped myself from finishing that thought, feeling kinda weird about talking about Power Girl doing such lewd acts in front of Superman of all people. Regardless, I could barely imagine how things could get more dramatic than masturbating in front of a group of your peers in wanton abandon in a **** attempt to get off.

"Thankfully, it doesn't seem like the reproduction of your pheromones carry the same strength as your natural ones," Superman said, managing to collect himself once more, "So we have a theory that if we were to expose Power Girl to them in a high enough concentration, your pheromones might override Luthor's, and get her focused on you instead... which a majority of the League agrees is better than leaving things as they are now."

It took me a moment to process what Superman was actually asking of me, but when I did my eyes went wide with shock, "Wait, are you saying you want me to... to actually expose Power Girl to my pheromones?"

He nodded solemnly, "It's the best shot we have at preventing her from hurting herself and others. However, even if we were capable of synthesizing it like Luthor did, an artificial replication wouldn't be strong enough, and the longer we wait the worse she is going to get. So the best and fastest way we can be sure to get enough of it in her system at once is to bring you to her cell and... well, let things stew for a bit."

"So, you're going to just... what, leave me in there with her until she starts obsessing over me instead?"

"Essentially," Diana answered.

I paced in front of the glass for a bit as I tried to wrap my head around this. This was clearly part of Diana's plan to get me and Kara out of here. She must have convinced the others somehow that this was a good idea, but I couldn't even begin to understand how she pulled that off. Still, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure that will even work?"

"Not entirely," Diana admitted, "We're taking every precaution possible, and are going to do the best we can to keep you safe in the event it goes bad and she gets hostile, but there's still a level of risk involved. Small as it might be, if you don't feel comfortable putting yourself in danger, we're not going to **** you to do it. But if you are willing to do this, and it works, we'll be able to prevent Luthor from taking advantage of Power Girl for good."

Despite her hesitance at the prospect of putting me at risk, it was clear that Diana wanted me to do this, and with good reason. Not only would it keep Power Girl safe from Luthor as she had said, but this would also bring another powerful superheroine into our secret harem. However, I couldn't ignore that agreeing to do this would be crossing another moral line. So far, every time I had exposed someone to my metahuman pheromones it had been accidental, with me having no idea what I was doing. But this would be the first time I would be using my powers to intentionally brainwash another person. Sure there was a good reason to do so in this case, but how long would it be until the next 'good reason' showed up? Or the next? Could I really bring myself to go down this path?

...Really, what choice did I have? At this point, either I did this, or Power Girl remained under the sway of Lex Luthor. I saw firsthand how devoted my pheromones could make someone towards me. Leaving someone as strong as Power Girl with that level of obsessive love towards a sociopathic mad scientist like Luthor was a recipe for disaster, no matter what way I looked at it.

"Charlie?"

I looked toward Diana, and nodded, "Yeah... okay. Let's do it."

After I agreed to the plan, I was let out of my cell and escorted through the Watchtower, with Superman leading the way and Wonder Woman following close behind me. Occasionally I would glance back over my shoulder to look at Diana, but given that we were in a public area and right behind Superman, she didn't break character to interact with me beyond urging me to keep moving forward.

Eventually, we entered an area of the Watchtower with the holding cells more fitting for super criminals. A lot of them were empty, but to my surprise we ended up passing a few occupied ones. An older man I didn't recognize in orange and black armor with white hair and an eyepatch watched me silently as I went by, as if sizing up a potential threat. In another cell, a shorter man with brown hair and wearing a sweater vest was facing the wall and muttering to himself in a voice that, while hard to place, I'm pretty sure I've heard in Metropolis giving some ultimatum or another. As we passed another cell, a white-skinned woman wearing a black and red crop-top and hot pants bounded up to the glass.

"Hey Wondy!" she shouted, "When're we gettin' out of here?"

I slowed my pace slightly, and Diana gave me a gentle nudge from behind to keep me moving.

"Hey, hey! I'm talking to ya! Get back here!" the woman in the cell shouted as we left her behind, "And whose that guy? He don't look like he should be here."

"Ignore her," Diana said softly as she saw me look back, "Harley's trying to get a rise out of us."

Looking around, I see a few other filled cells, including a green-skinned woman that I'm pretty sure was Poison Ivy and a black man in a wetsuit that looked like it was missing a few crucial pieces.

"Is Luthor in here?" I asked quietly, my heart thumping at just the thought of seeing him again.

"Not right now," Superman answered, "Flash is questioning him to see if we can get a confession connecting him to the Paris attack all of these guys were a part of."

"And more importantly, to keep him as far away from here as possible while we do this," Diana added with a whisper.

Beyond all of these cells was a large metal door with two guards posted outside, who upon seeing Superman approaching were quick to enter a passcode to open it and let us through. Past it was a second, much smaller wing of only six cells, with much more space between each one in order to create far thicker walls. Unlike the other cells I'd seen so far, there weren't any glass walls; in fact, the majority of these cells didn't appear to have anything between them and the outside. But one in the middle and one in the back had blue energy fields in front of them that gave off a low electric hum.

As we passed the one in the middle, I heard a familiar voice call out, "Charlie...? CHARLIE!"

I turned just in time to see Kara, still in her Supergirl costume, rush up to the energy field and slam her hands against it, almost as if she had forgotten it were there. Even then, she pressed herself against it harder, **** to be closer to me. I couldn't help but stop in my tracks upon seeing this, my stomach churning as I tried to figure out what to say.

"Charlie, I'm so happy to see you!" she said happily, before launching into a barrage of questions, "Are you okay? What's going on? Diana- Wonder Woman said that Luthor used some kind of pheromone to make Power Girl crazy, and now you're giving them off too..."

"Th-That's about right," I said softly, "Kara, I'm so sorry..."

"It's not your fault, sweetie," Kara said with a frown, "I should have done a better job protecting you..." She perked up again as she continued, "But don't worry about me! The gas didn't affected me at all, so the pheromones probably won't affect me either. And whatever Luthor did to you, the Justice League will figure out a way to fix it and get us home as soon as possible."

I blinked, surprised at how well she was taking it for a moment before noticing what was off about what she said, "Kara, you don't understand, Luthor didn't do anything to me. I've been giving off these pheromones for our entire relationship. He just took those pheromones and-"

"No he didn't!" Kara snapped, her hands balling into fists, "Luthor created it, and then put them in you as a trap to try and make me like Power Girl! Assuming he even did that part at all... he probably just said he did to mess with you, or drive us apart! Either way, he was lying! He has to be, that's what he does!"

"Kara, I... I don't think he..."

I felt a hand grip my shoulder firmly.

"Come on, Charlie," Wonder Woman said with a frown, gently but firmly trying to guide me away from the cell, "You two can talk later. We're waiting on you."

"Diana, wait, not yet!" Kara begged with desperation in her voice, "He doesn't understand... Please, just give me a minute to talk to him..."

"Later, Kara," Wonder Woman insisted, continuing to guide me away. As she did, she whispered to me, "We've tried explaining it to her, but she's refusing to accept the truth. She needs time to process things."

"I can still hear you!" Kara shouted after us, "Charlie, whatever they told you, it isn't true! I love you, and no stupid pheromone is making me say that!"

"I love you too," I whispered quietly. I was pretty sure she was still able to hear me, because she calmed down somewhat after that, though I could still feel her eyes on my back. Diana seemed to have heard it as well, as she gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze as she led me forward.

At the back of the the corridor, Superman was talking to two figures who were standing in front of the other cell with an active barrier. I immediately recognized one of the heroes as Cyborg, but the girl standing next to him was someone I had never met before. She looked a little younger than Kara, and with her shoulder-length red hair and green skin stood out as distinctly not normal. A long blue cape was draped over her shoulders, and underneath it she wore a black jumpsuit with a large red X across the chest that only left her hands exposed. The outfit reminded me of the Martian Manhunter's costume... didn't he have a niece or something? I had heard something along those lines before, but she apparently didn't show up very often in the news, so no one really knew much about her. There were rumors she was actually his illegitimate half-human daughter given the hair and her more human facial features, but given that she is also allegedly a shapeshifter I wasn't sure how solid the evidence for that was. Either way, I had to admit she looked rather cute.

Hearing us approaching, Superman turned around and said, "There you are. Charlie, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Martian. She's going to be accompanying you in the cell."

"She is?" I asked, "I thought if anyone was going to be in there with me, it'd be one of you."

"Miss Martian has been working with her uncle to try and undo the pheromone's effects on Kara and Power Girl," Wonder Woman said, walking past me to stand by the Martian girl, "Though their efforts so far have sadly proven ineffective, I asked her to join us here because I believe her powers are uniquely suited to monitor the situation and keep you safe throughout this process."

"That's right!" Miss Martian said, giving me a warm smile, "While your pheromones are doing their thing, I'll be maintaining a mental link with Power Girl to make sure it's working. If I sense she's going to try and hurt you or take you hostage, I'll knock her out in an instant."

"And if for some reason that fails, I'll be on standby to retract lead panels within the cell to flood it with kryptonite radiation," Cyborg said, "That should incapacitate Power Girl long enough for Miss Martian to get you out of there safely."

"And on the off chance she manages to power through that, Wonder Woman and I will step in and physically restrain her," Superman added.

"As I told you before, we're taking every possible precaution to keep you safe," Diana said.

"That's, uh... that's good to hear," I said, though I was only half-listening at this point. I was too preoccupied looking into the cell that I would soon be entering. Inside, Power Girl was laying on her cot, her eyes half-closed and seemingly unaware of what was going on around her. Though she had a blanket thrown over her body, it was thin enough that I could see the bulge of her arm underneath it, moving back and forth around the area where her crotch would be.

Superman noticed me staring, and followed my gaze towards his cousin. Seeing her behavior, he stammered, "Oh... um, if we all understand the plan, I think we should get started. Power Girl! Someone's here to see you?"

"Lex?" Power Girl gasped, her eyes shooting open. Seeing the group waiting just outside the energy field, she tumbled out of the cot and onto the floor. It took a few seconds to disentangle herself from the blanket and get on her feet again. When she finally did and saw me standing outside, she let out a disappointed, "Oh..."

Now that I could see Power Girl in full, it was clear just how bad of a shape she was in compared to when I had seen her hours earlier. Her hair was all over the place, her skin has a sheen of sweat on it, and her unfocused eyes had bags underneath them. Despite how frazzled and exhausted she looked, she was unable to keep still, and was shifting her legs back and forth in an antsy manner. A hint as to why could be seen on the crotch of her white uniform, which had a visible dark wet patch on it, and the way in which she was panting.

Miss Martian stepped up next to me and asked, "You ready, Charlie?"

"Y-Yeah," I said, though in truth I was suddenly much more unsure about this.

"Power Girl, get against the wall," Cyborg said loudly. Power Girl blinked, then stepped away and pressed herself against the back wall of the cell. Once she was in place, Cyborg pressed a button on his arm and the energy field dropped.

Almost immediately I was hit by the very strong scent of female arousal that the field had been holding back. It was enough to momentarily stun me, but I regained my senses and stepped over the threshold, followed close behind by Miss Martian. Once she was in, she put her hands on her forehead, and her eyes started to glow a greenish-white. After a couple seconds she said, "Alright, I'm in. So far she doesn't seem hostile. We're good to proceed."

"Got it," Cyborg said, "Raising the shield back up."

I heard the shield wall reactivate behind me, sealing the two of us in with the apparently non-hostile Kryptonian woman. Everything was still for a few seconds after that. Then, slowly, I started walking forward.

"H-Hey Power Girl," I choked out, not sure what else to say, "R-Remember me? I'm-"

There was a loud whoosh, and in an instant I was picked up by my shirt and lifted off of the ground by Power Girl. Once this happened I heard a flurry of activity behind me as the various heroes behind me prepared to spring into action.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on!" Miss Martian shouted, "She's not going to hurt him!"

She turned out to be right, as Power Girl instead pressed her face against my chest and started sniffing as if she were a curious puppy. Once she was done, she muttered, "You smell... very good. Very manly."

"Uh, th-thank you," I stammered. Her liking how I smelled was a good sign... at least I hoped it was.

She sniffed me some more, then said, "By Rao, it's such a relief to finally have something in here besides the stench of my own... you know. You have no idea how happy that makes me. I... I was starting to go crazy in here."

I had some idea, from past experience, but on the desperation scale Power Girl seemed to be on a whole other level. Even Starfire hadn't been this forward with me. Luthor's pheromone must have really done a number on her to reduce her to... this.

"L-Listen, I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, especially since we just met and you're Kara's boyfriend and everything, but... I need you. Right now."

"N-Need me?" I asked, "In... In what way?"

"Are you really this dense?" she snapped, "Can't you tell how fucking horny I am? I've been masturbating for hours trying to get myself off, but nothing I do works! The closest I got was when I was thinking about... Lex."

I felt her grip tremble as she said his name, but she collected herself and continued, "But even that didn't work. I don't know why, but I think... I think you could give me relief. Please, I need you..."

Strangely enough, I was actually relieved to hear her say that. At least now we were starting to enter territory that I was familiar with. Knowing where this was heading, I started to speak up, "W-Well..."

"Okay, that's enough!" Superman declared, "Let's get him out of there now, before this gets ugly."

One of Power Girl's arms let go of my shirt, but only so she could wrap her arm around my back and get a more solid hold on me. Once she did this, I was pulled into a bear hug that put me face-to-face with her famous boob window.

"Wait!" Miss Martian shouted, "She's not going to want to let him go!"

"All the more reason to get him out of there!" Superman said.

"She's not hurting him!" the Martian countered, "And the pheromones are working, but she's still thinking about Lex. They need more time to do their job..."

"So what, we're just going to let her... let her have her way with him?" Superman asked.

"Much as I hate to say it, that might be what is needed to break through Lex's control," Wonder Woman said, "If Charlie is willing to do it, I say we let things play out."

"I dunno, Di..." Cyborg said, "Even if you're right, this doesn't seem very ethical..."

Power Girl started stepping backwards, and I was pressed further into her voluptuous chest. Oddly enough, despite the situation I was in, all I could think about at the moment was how much she reminded me of Kara. Like, I knew they were cousins and everything, but the resemblance was uncanny even for that. Being so close to her I was able to see that they looked nearly identical. Same baby blue eyes, same button nose, same jawline... heck, with my face so close to her sweaty boobs, I could even tell that she smelled the same as Kara did after the two of us had sex. If Kara was a few inches taller, cut her hair shorter, and had bigger boobs, it's possible even I might not be able to tell the difference between the two. Especially with how her pheromone-induced possessiveness was now starting to remind me of Kara at her most protective.

"I could try knocking her out now," Miss Martian said, "But she's still conflicted between Lex and Charlie. If we leave her in the state she is now, it could make her mental state even worse as her mind tears itself in half between the two. We need to have Charlie's pheromones push through and overpower Luthor's completely... a-and I think Wonder Woman's right. Sexual activity could be the factor that swings things in Charlie's favor."

"It's okay, Charlie!" I heard Kara shout from down the corridor, "You can do it! I won't be upset! You'll be saving her from Luthor, and you'll basically be having sex with me anyway..."

"Kara, that's enough!" Superman shouted.

"So are we pulling him out or not?" Cyborg

Oh yeah, I should probably say something before things got even crazier than they already were...

"I-It's okay," I choked out, "If... If this what she needs, I'm... I'm willing to go through with it."

That was apparently all Power Girl needed to hear, as I was suddenly thrown onto the bed with enough **** to cause the box spring to audibly squeak. Before I knew what was happening, Power Girl was on top of me, tearing apart my jeans like tissue paper and roughly yanking down my underwear.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

"I can't watch this." Superman said in frustration. I glanced over just in time to see him turn and walk down the hall, away from what was about to go down. Wonder Woman watched him walk off, then started talking quietly to Cyborg. But whatever she was saying to him was drowned out by Power Girl.

"Oh yes," she moaned loudly as she tossed my underwear aside, "I knew you had to be hiding something good down here! And look at that, you're already at full mast. Not surprising, since you're into girls, and I'm freaking Power Girl."

She wasn't wrong. In spite of the absolute chaos this situation had rapidly devolved into, my dick was rock hard, in no small part due to having been pressed against what were probably the greatest set of boobs on Earth. Apparently not even pressing moral quandaries could kill a Power Girl induced boner.

Power Girl straddled herself on top of me, then reached down and pulled aside the bottom of her white swimsuit-like costume to reveal her dripping slit. And I mean that literally: she was so wet at this point that her arousal was trickling out of her pussy and onto my thighs and lower abdomen. She must have really been pent-up, because I don't think I had ever seen a woman that aroused before, not even Kara. Before I had any more time to dwell on it, Power Girl plunged herself down onto my cock and started aggressively riding me.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck yes!" she moaned, "I needed this, I fucking needed this!"

Her hands came down onto my shoulders hard and pinned me to the cot as she bounced on my cock like there was no tomorrow. Unlike the previous times I had sex with a lust-crazed superheroine, there was no sense of love or gentleness to be had here. Power Girl was too far gone for any of that right now. This was just raw, animalistic fucking.

And hot damn was I into it. Feeling her pussy slide up and down my shaft, trembling with each downward thrust as it attempted to swallow me whole was one hell of an experience. I was surprised that I was able to hold out though. It felt like something was missing...

"H-Hey kid," Power Girl panted between ragged breaths, "You deserve to have... some fun too... betcha wanna... see these, huh?"

She slowed down her thrusts ever so slightly and let go of my shoulders in order to stretch her boob window out further and, one at a time, pull her massive breasts out through it. Once they were both fully freed, she repositioned herself to lean forward so that her boobs were hanging right above me, swaying like pendulums as she continued riding me.

"Go ahead..." she said with a smug grin, "Touch them... play with 'em... whatever you want... you've earned it... for giving me this perfect cock to fuck."

I could tell you that I had some hesitation at doing what she said, given that I was still being watch by no less than three other people while this was happening, and my girlfriend was in the next cell over and could hear everything. But then I'd be a fucking liar, because what I actually did was reach up and start mauling those titties with my hand pretty much instantly.

God, they felt amazing, the all-natural flesh having just the right amount of give to feel nice and plush while remaining firm enough to stand up to the **** my hands were giving them. Granted, her indestructible skin might've had something to do with that second part, but with the way her moans became louder when I started playing with her jugs, she was definitely feeling something that I was doing.

"Oh yes... yesssssssss... yeeeeessss!!!" Power Girl shouted, "More! I need more! More more more! Harder! Harder!"

I was more than happy to oblige, despite the gasp I heard behind me. At this point, I was becoming completely wrapped up in the moment as much as Power Girl was. Fuck whoever was watching right now, I now knew these were objectively the best tits in the world. No 'maybe' or 'probably' about it: they couldn't be beat, not by Starfire or Diana or even Kara.

Goddamn, even her moans sounded like Kara's. Cousins my ass.

At this point, I couldn't help myself. Against my better judgement, I lifted my head up off of the pillow and popped one of those big pink nipples of her into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while my right hand played with her other breast. I could feel her shuddering through the boob flesh, and thank God I didn't bite down hard right then because I probably would've broken a tooth.

"Oh yes! Just like that! Keep going!" she exclaimed, "I'm so close... please! Just a bit more... please please please! Give me everything you've got!"

I was about ready to burst at this point, so I was more than happy to oblige. Swirling my tongue around her nipple, I thrusted my hips up to meet hers. And as I plunged into her, I sucked on her boob as hard as I could and absolutely unloaded my cum into her waiting pussy. At that moment it was like all of the pent up stress from the past few days was released out of me any into her body.

At the same time, Power Girl let out a primal scream, and her entirely body shook so violently in orgasm I was worried she was going to snap my dick off. Thankfully, that didn't happen, and as I pulled my mouth off of her chest, I could feel her entire body relax as the frantic riding finally came to an end.

For a long moment, Power Girl just sat on my softening shaft, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes. Then she looked down at me and let out a low, tired, "Thank... you..." just before passing out. Her entire body swayed to the right and she fell off not just my penis, but the entire cot, landing on the metal floor with a loud thud.

Suddenly concerned, I sat up and looked down at the prone woman on the ground. Despite her huge tits still hanging out and the white jizz oozing from her exposed cunt, her face was one of complete peace, a tranquil smile on her face as she slept. Relieved to see that she was alright, I then turned my attention to the people I only just remember were watching everything that was happening. Poor Cyborg was just staring in stunned silence, his one human eye wide open and locked onto me in disbelief at what he just witnessed. Diana had a hand over her mouth as if she were absolutely horrified at the display she just witness, but in her eyes I could see a twinkle of pride.

As for Miss Martian... well, her reaction was the one that caught me off-guard.

Her hands were still on her forehead, but her arms were trembling like leaves in the wind. She was breathing heavily, and even through the dark color of her top I could see her erect nipples straining against the skintight fabric in front of them. Though the most unsettling were her eyes. They were no longer glowing, but they were also no longer the human-like hazel that I saw when I first talked to her. Instead, her eyes were two solid red orbs, and the skin around them had become so pale that is was almost white. And though they had no pupils or irises, I could tell that they were locked directly on me.

"Uh... Miss Martian?" I said, getting up slowly, "What's going on?"

My voice seemed to snap her out of whatever state she was in. She blinked, and when her eyes opened again, they were back to their 'normal' human appearance.

"S-Sorry," she said, slowly dropping her arms to her sides, "When she started... going at it with you, her emotions went wild... e-especially her lust. It was so overwhelming... some of it must have bled through into me. I'll... I'll be fine. I just need some fresh air."

At this, Cyborg blinked as well, and stammered, "R-Right, sorry. I'll let you guys out now."

The shield wall dropped, and instantly I saw both Cyborg and Wonder Woman's noses wrinkle as the odor of sex hit their nostrils... though Diana appeared much less disgusted by it than her teammate. Still feeling lightheaded and somewhat sore from what I just went through, I awkwardly grabbed my underwear off the floor and slipped them back on, then picked up the two torn halves of what used to be my jeans and tied them around my waist before sheepishly following Miss Martian out of the cell.

As we exited back into the corridor, I looked down the hall and was surprised to see that Superman hadn't actually left the room. He was standing stock still near the exit, his head lowered and back to us.

Great, so he heard it all too, I thought to myself, a pang of guilt shooting through my gut.

Turning back to the group, I saw Miss Martian look back into the cell as her eyes lit up again. I watched in amazement as Power Girl levitated off of the ground and was gently set back into her cot, followed by the blanket on the floor flying up to cover her, both tucking her in and giving her some level of modesty.

"So..." Cyborg said as he raised the energy shield again, his voice cutting through the tension that had built up in the air, "Please tell me that worked, and we didn't just stand by and let that happen for nothing."

"I... I think it did," Miss Martian said, "We won't know for sure until she wakes back up, but from what I was able to gather, by the end of the... the intercourse... Power Girl was no longer thinking of Luthor. All of her focus, all of her desire, was directed solely at Charlie."

Diana sighed, "It's the best we could hope for, even if it's not ideal. The cost was high, but least she's safe from Luthor now."

Miss Martian looked between the three of us, than said, "Well, that took more out of me than I expected. If you guys need me again... please just find Uncle J'onn instead, because I need a nap."

"I'll walk you to your room," Wonder Woman said, wrapping an arm around the alien girl's shoulders, "Cyborg, take Charlie back to his cell... and see if you can find him a new pair of pants on the way."

"Already submitted a requisition order," Cyborg said, putting a heavy metallic hand on my shoulder, "Come on, let's get out of here."

"...Alright," I said. My eyes briefly met Wonder Woman's, and I saw the corner of her mouth twitch upward as she guided Miss Martian forward. And that's when it clicked for me.

Son of a bitch, she put Miss Martian in with me on purpose.

There was no way I was going to call her out on it in front of everyone, especially since it was far too late to do anything about it now, but I hadn't considered until now that her plan to free Kara and I might involve getting other non-human women addicted to my pheromones. I'd have to talk with her about that next time we were alone, but for now I mentally steeled myself for the eventual 'private interrogation' I was likely to have with the Martian.

"Hey, hey!" I heard Kara shout, "You said I could talk to Charlie after he was done! Please, if you aren't going to let us go, at least let us share a cell! I'm immune to the pheromones, it'll be fine!"

"I'm sorry Kara, but I can't let that happen," Diana said sympathetically as she passed by Kara's cell, "You aren't immune, and it's just-"

"You fucking bitch!" Kara screamed, slamming her fists against the energy shield, "You're trying to steal him from me! You think if we stay separated that he'll start loving you instead of me! That's your plan, isn't it? Well it's not going to work! He loves me! Not you! Me!"

When I passed by her cell, Kara looked at me on the verge of tears, "Charlie, don't let her do this! Please, stay here with me Charlie! Don't let them take you away from me again!"

"Kara... I'm sorry, but I can't stay," I said, my throat constricting as I held back tears of my own, "Just know that everything will be okay... I promise, it'll all be okay."

"Charlie... no, please... don't leave me..." Kara begged, but looking into each other's eyes, we both knew there was nothing that could be done. Still, she slid herself across the energy screen, staying as close to me as she physically could until I had walked past the screen separating us. When she couldn't **** herself to be any closer to me, she just lingered at the corner of her cell and watched me leave with utter sadness plastered on her face.

As the huge metal door started opening again, I glanced over at Superman. He was still completely unmoving, staring at the ground in silence with a look of intense regret on his face. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but I couldn't find the words. Even as Cyborg, Miss Martian, Wonder Woman, and I left, Superman didn't move or look up. Only when the doors started to close did he turn around and walk back in the direction of Kara's cell, kneeling down to offer comfort to the sobbing girl I was leaving behind once again.