Hit the sack, in good company

You decide to retire to your bed after all, unlike Darksied you have every intention of enjoying the the more pleasurable aspects of a powerful reing such as yours.

"Captain Barda, have the Furies report to my private chambers. There after you and Scot shall be relieved of duty for the rest of the day, effective immediately upon completing your assigned task and do waht ever you wish, until your duties for tomorrow.

Both of them froze in shock and stopped following as you continued moving forward.

"With all due respect my lord" Barda spoke in an uneasy and uncomfortable tone;"as Captain of the guard and supreme commander of the Furies, they are my responsibility, therefore anything you wish for them you-

Before either she or her husband knew it you were already upon her, with your hand on her should in a soft comfort in grip.

"I appreciate the offer, truly I do, and I admire you for it. However, your lord and master has demanded that you summon the Furies so they can serve thier master, while you take the rest of the day off and be with your husband. Are you actually refusing a gracious and generous reward from your lord and master?"

Barda looked even more uncomfortable and even fearful as Scot came behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"As you decree Lord Doomsday", he said speaking for both of them and lead in his wife away as you continued to journey to your private chambers and wait for the Furies to arrive then the fun can start.

As you entered the room you sit down on the chair of your study and look upon your uupgraded royal armor. From the helm to its boots was coated in gold. Underneath the gold plating is the sophisticated technology mixed with lead that enables your armour to absorb all forms of radiation, from a dwarf star or a red son, and convert it into yellow sun radiation, as well as storing it inside itself thus allowing you to access to your godlike powers in even the blackest night, and thanks to the lead materials and internal forcefields, it protects you from kryptonite, your only other weakness you posses. Which you proudly display by ironically grafted kryptonite shards in spaces beside the so-called S on your family crest wich resides on the center of the armourd chest, proudly displaying the symbol of the house of El.

Once you undressed into nothing more than your skin tight undershirt for your armor that bathes your body with enought Solar radiation to keep you as powerful as you need to be for the moment as you spend the rest of your wait studying star charts, considering all the worlds that would be best bring under your fold once the alliance goes through. Not a doubt in your mind she will eventually accept, if not you still have a plan B to fall back on.

Your musings are interrupted, as your superior hearing picks up heartbeats, footsteps and voices, coming your way. Even they were on the other side of the planet you recognize those voices. You can tell the booming voice of the large amazon of a woman Stompa; to the soft, squeaky, sometimes shrilly, cackaling voice of Mad Harriet; to the calm, cool, and collected voice of Lashina; and of course the soft yet aggressive voice of Artemiz.

All the senior soldiers of the Female Furies, your elite vanguard, all of them led by Barda, but Lashina is the field leader when the dear captain isn't around. As they entered the study and saw you at your desk, they immediately bowed before you; on thier knees as they should be.

"You have summoned the Furies and the Furies have come my lord Doomsday. Give us a mission and we will comlete it by any means neccesary upon pain of ****; give us a target and we will hunt them down to the furthest reaches of the universe, until the end of time if we must; give us a command and we will obey without question", declared Lashina.

"I can see you have and I know you will", you responded nonchalantly. You don't even need to look directly at the team of woman as since you took over and repurposed Granny Goodness and gave her job to Barda, you personally re-educated them all, of thier new place in your regime and additional responsibility they will all share. As such that you have memorized thier bodies and faces and personalities that you can close your eyes and visualize them and no onlooker would be able to tell the difference between your imaginary Furies to the real mecoy.

You are imagining it now in fact, of the woman as they are before you and what they became after you were through with them. You replay the menory within your own mind, of how you tormented them with pain and pleasure, teaching them that strong and vicious they were, you were ten times as much. Imagining all the fun you had with them and putting them in thier place with thier fears and torments for your thrilling pleasure has already made your pants tighter.

You finally look upon them, you know that they know why but hey called them here. Everything at this point is just a formal pretense, a little show to remind themselves thier purpose, and place in life; under his heel and command. Now comes the fun part, but who should and where to begin? Should you take Lashina first, tie her her up with her own precious weopon and have your way with her while she is helpless before you? Let the strong Giantess Stompa seemily overpower you and have her way with you only to turn the tables on her and show her dominance? Put Artemiz back on her collar and make her your prized pet once again? Or perhaps see how much punishment Harriet can take this time? Decisions, Decisions.