The catacombs

This has to be the worst day of my life, Kara thinks to herself as her face glows all know shades of red simultaneously. It was one thing to lose her powers because of a malfunctioning bracelet. It was yet another to end up naked in the trunk of a car with Zatana and Teya. But being called an anal slut on her first real sexual experience? This was too much.

Hannibal laughs at Kara's obvious embarrassment. "Okay you two lovebirds. Out of the trunk, and get Sleeping Beauty out of there."

(Disclaimer: In the previous chapter, the author made a passing reference to a malfunctioning Intel chip. No Intel chips, either real or fictional, were harmed during the writing of that chapter. Any similar events, either real or fiction, are strictly coincidental. Intel makes a fine quality chip, as does AMD. No bias or partiality was intended. The author owns an AMD and an Intel based computer, and is happy with both of them. Well, almost.)

Kara and Teya get out of the trunk, and help the sleeping Zatana out as well. Kara looks around her. The place they're in resembles what would best be described as an old underground sewage system, dating back from the Medieval period. The walls are all stonework. though the floor underneath her feet appears to be cement. The big chamber is empty except for a few parked cars here and there. There are four stone archways that lead off into different directions. There are signs above each one. The one to Kara's left says "Holding Cells." The one to her right "Dungeons." The one in front of her "Auction Area." The one to her back "Research and Medical."

"Welcome to your new home, ladies, no matter how temporary it may turn out to be." Hannibal waves his arms about as a gesture. "Your next stop, for the time being, is the holding cells. Since the three of you seem to be together, we're going to keep you together. You'll be sharing a cell. I'm sure you'll inform your sleeping friend of what's happening when she wakes up. Please do feel free to continue what you were doing before you were interrupted" he chuckles. Kara's face once again turns all know shades of red.

Four armed guards appear from the "Holding Cell" area. Two of them take Zatana, and the other two escort Kara and Teya to their new home. The guards walk them down a fairly wide tunnel, which opens up into a chamber full of cells and cages. There are trap doors in the floor, which Kara assumes are for solitary confinement, or punishment for disobeying. As Kara looks around, she notices most of the cells are filled with naked women. There are only four empty cells. The guards lead the ladies to a door to the right of the holding cell areea that says "Processing."

Another guard oepns the door before them, and steps out of the office to greet them. He's dressed differently from the rest of the guards, which tells Kara, he must be the chief guard."All right, ladies. It's time for your tattoos" the chief guard says. "You will each be assigned a number, and that number will be tattooed on your right ass cheek. You will not be called by your names, but by your number. memorize it. Get used to it. Your next stop is here at Processing."

Zatana is carried inside while Kara and Teya are taken to the front desk. The lady behind the desk smiles at them. "Well aren't you two just the prettiest things!" she exclaims, eyeing them up and down. She looks at Kara. "You're first, sweetie." She directs Kara's attention to a sheet of paper that has the number 42659 printed at the top of it. "This will be your identification number. Now I'm going to fingerprint you, then you'll go through the door to my left with your paperwork to get your tattoo."

Kara is quickly fingerprinted like a common criminal, then taken to the tattoo room where she meets a tall woman with short, black hair. The woman slaps her on the ass, which causes Kara to jump. "Nice ass" the woman comments. "Bend over the table, please." Kara bends over the table, and hears the tattoo gun come to life. This is it, she thinks to herself._ I'm going to end up as someone's sex ****. _For some reason, possibly her Kryptonian genetic makeup, the tattoo needle doesn't hurt. Instead , it feels good, and she starts to feel the same feelings and sensations she felt in the trunk with Teya. She lets out a soft moan, and a pleasurable gasp.

The woman tattooing her suddenly laughs. "You really are an anal slut!!"