Art of the deal

<!--StartFragment-->Okay, so the plan worked perfectly.

At least on the intended target.

Well, both of them are kind of the intended target.

Turns out it isn’t time travel bullshit, its dimension hoping tomfoolery.

Superwhore's brain was melting from the onslaught of Kryptonite and cock. I love looking in her eyes, flashes of color surge and swirl. The fact that red blue and pink were the only colors doing it gave a pretty solid clue as to where they were coming from.

Powerless Girl on the other hand, really really wants to disprove her name.

I definitely underestimated her will power.

The colors would flicker in her eyes, momentary sparks, gone as soon as they appeared.

She was clearly trying to resist the influences continually assaulting her mind. Her inflamed pussy was begging all on its own. Her hips moved up and down and her juices were starting to puddle on the floor where she sat.

Her inability to fully solidify her thoughts left her easy to interrogate and soon enough I had the story of who she was and where she came from.

Supergirl chased the portal villain, named punchhole into some void space on the far side of the multiverse. Zh7-1204 to be precise, whatever the fuck that means.

Power Girl wound up there under similar circumstances. The two heroines met, joined forces and destroyed his base and robots before taking hos portal gun.

Supergirl had traveled dimensions before and knew our multiversal coordinates well Power Girl didn’t know hers. Another example of her powerlessness if you ask me. The plan was to figure out where Power Girl was from so they could help her home.

What I was hearing was that nobody knew she was here and wouldn’t be coming to look for her. Even after superman eventually comes to get his cousin back, he won’t know about her if I have her somewhere else at the time.

I might actually get to keep her as a permanent Fucktoy for life.

I fucked Superwhore with slow deep thrusts which she enjoyed immensely. Powerless Girl watched with trembling shoulders, fighting something she knew was inevitable.

She had already begged me to fuck her and I didn’t. The sheer shame of realizing she had so easily submitted forcing her back into partial control of herself.

His cock looked so good, it was long and thick and it would probably taste so good.

She gave her head a shake before noticing the smug smile on my face well I stared straight at her, ignoring the spasming teen hero beneath me.

I knew, she knew, she knew I knew. The flush on her face had significantly more to do with humiliation then arousal.

Her shame had just as much to do with my orgasm as the wet velvet pussy I was fucking.

I asked the raptors if they wanted a turn with either of them and everyone fell all over themselves rushing forward. I needed to call Lex about something.

“The only thing other then Kryptonite that can overwhelm Kryptonian genetics is what lesser minds call Magic” he said, I could hear the exasperation in his voice.

“what? Like Abra kedabra type shit? Am I supposed to pull a rabbit out of a hat and throw it at her?” I asked confused.

“I can’t help you with Magic, because Magic doesn’t exist. I’ve seen people weird forces I don’t understand but that’s all they are, I’ve met demons and they are beings of flesh and sinew, not fairy dust and mojo” there was a strain in his voice, as though he didn’t really believe what he was saying but was required to do so for his own sanity.

I remembered something I had stumbled across a few years back and figured the worst thing I would lose was a bit of time if it didn’t work.

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Trigon stared at the pitiful creature who had called him, the sheer audacity amusing him enough to not immediately smite them where they stood.

“How exactly did you come across the ritual to summon me directly? All known copies were destroyed centuries ago.” His voice rumbled, a wave of something not quite physical vibrated through my being with his words.

“Found it at an estate sale couple years ago, in coast city. Some guy who nobody had actually seen in about 90 years died long enough ago that the front door of his house rotted through and fell off. His stuff got auctioned off and I bought these leather bound books I thought looked really cool. Only other person there was an old woman who really wanted this old gas lamp with stained glass but I outbid her on it by 1$ until she gave up and then I left with my books and lamp.” I explained like I had said something closer to, I went on a run to the shops and bought some milk.

“The incantations are written in infernal, how did you even know what to do?” the large demon did something similar to raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Google translate” I replied flatly.

We simply stared at each other for a prolonged period of time.

“so did you want something?” He finally asked, seeming deeply confused by this entire interaction.

“I need something to give me complete control of a powerful magic user” I said, shifting my tone to something a little more respectful for the actual negotiation portion of events.

“A simple matter but your soul is simply not worth what you desire.” He replied, in a setting more familiar to him, Trigon seemed once more the picture of power and control.

“good thing I’m not offering it then” I replied with a small smile.

“You amuse me mortal but do not disrespect me too freely or you will not enjoy the outcome” he said that soul quivering vibration returning to his voice.

“Please, accept my apology, I shall watch my tongue closer as we proceed.”

He nodded and made a gesture I interpreted as, “continue”.

“my research indicates your goal is to have a spawn under your control to use as a weapon, I’m offering you a chance to breed a Kryptonian. Her physical powers combined with your metaphysical ones would make a perfect weapon.” I paid extra attention to my tone as I played the first card in my hand.

I signaled to Powerless Girl and she stepped into view. Trigons eyes tightened before he noticed the Kryptonite piercings, he laughed, a sound that was deeply unsettling for all who heard it.

“what do you mean by complete control” Trigon asked when his bout of mirth finally dissipated.

“They cannot move against me, I know virtually nothing of magic so I want their actual mind unchanged but they cannot act unless I command them too, aside from breathing and stuff. If I tell them to speak freely, they could spout whatever magic bullshit they want and it won’t do anything because I didn’t give them permission to use the magic part. Does that make sense?” as I watched the corners of his mouth twitch I realized I had either worded it very right, or very wrong.

“Very well, what are the terms regarding the brood mare?” he said, referring to my semi controlled **** in a way more humiliating then I had.

I could see the rage flushing her face, she was trying to hide it, to appear the very model of submissive servitude, but I saw the tiny slips.

I’m just gonna be straight with you, I may have gotten a little drunk on the power I was playing with.

But the better the deal was for him, the less likely he would be to directly fuck me over, right?

So we got to negotiating.

It went on for a long time and we covered hundreds of edge cases and conditions.

With my newly gained knowledge of time dilation I insisted the breeding be done on a plane of existence with the slowest time possible.

Every year in that dimension was 1 minute on earth.

Because bringing her and himself to said dimension would require him to use more of his magic and energy he wanted to breed her more then once.

That was fine with me, I told him to go ahead and have a dozen with her, all he had to do was bring her back to me, unaged and in the same condition she was leaving in. Didn’t want her to lose any of her tightness or bounce.

I think I made an eldritch abomination do a double take when I told him this would work in my favor, since it make the whole “Muscle Mommy” look she has going more literal.

I did make it very clear that if he removed the piercings she was no longer under my control and I took no responsibility for anything she did, or attempted to do, to him.

He would present me with the means to reach my goal when he returned. Adding a warning of his own that any attempt to use it on John Constantine was not guaranteed and he was equally not responsible for anything that happened if I did.

Since I had some time to kill, I had Superwhore crawl over and give me a slow sloppy blowjob. Hands crossed behind her back like a good girl, her eyes were glazed over and she seemed relaxed and at peace.

Somewhere, deep in the furthest recesses of her mind, a thought formed, one she would never be able to determine its true origin. Maybe it came from one of the multiple forms of kryptonite poisoning. What would forever haunt her is that it might have just come from her.

“I’ve been so stressed lately, its nice to just shut my brain off and be a whore for a while, like a vacation!”