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Chapter 51: "Runner Up Slut"
🕑 Added 2023-10-24 23:16:22 +0000 UTCJEMMA
Jemma slowed on her descent as the voices below reached her.
“So, why was she here?”
“I don’t know. I have control of her body but her thoughts are shielded.”
“You’re not serious, are you? Just make her tell us why she was spying on us!”
“As I told Maria before, I don’t do this, okay? I control its body, not its mind. And I can make her say things, but only the things I put into her head.”
“What’s going on here?” Jemma asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Sharon and Xuân turned to stare at her. Right behind them, in one of the specialized cells that Jemma had helped develop to hold mutants and Inhumans, was a horror unlike any she’d encountered in her incredibly storied career before. She knew what it was though. She’d read the files, and she’d seen the pictures. The jagged features, the fang-studded jaws. It was most closely analogous in Earth biology to a shark, but its hide wasn’t coarse. It was smooth and covered in a thin layer of ever-oozing slime, to better facilitate its transformations. More noticeable scales clustered around the neck and at the joint of each limb, better protecting the creature’s malleable physiology. Its blood-red irises gleamed ruddy beneath milky white membranes.
There were no shackles or fetters on its claws or on the massive tail spooled on the floor behind it. Instead a domed piece of glass and metal, almost resembling a hooded hair dryer, clung to the rear of its elongated skull. Even without getting closer, Jemma could see the alien’s chunky purple blood staining the hundreds of silvery needles extending from the interior of the helmet into the prisoner’s skull.
Sharon turned and marched over. “Simmons, a Martian snuck into the base. It’s properly restrained but I need you to determine if it's the actual Miss Martian or something else.”
Simmons looked between her and Xuân. “Are you being serious? This cell is designed to incinerate anything inside it if the restraint comes loose. I’m not going in there with that thing!”
“I have full control over its body. It won’t be breaking out anytime soon.” Xuân said.
“What if it’s friends show up?” Jemma asked. “If this is another invasion, its friends might be on their way here right now to bust it out!”
She shook her head. “If we finish it now, I can safely dissect it. But I am not going into that cell while that thing is still alive.”
“Why don’t you do your goddamn job!?” Sharon demanded. “Has it not occurred to you that this thing might be responsible for Maria’s disappearance?”
“I’m not going into a cell with an alien monster!” Jemma said, slowing her speech to emphasize her point. Then she pointed at Xuân. “All it takes is this freak’s powers malfunctioning for two seconds and I will die.”
Sharon closed her eyes, then she grabbed Jemma’s arm and dragged her close. “Listen to me, you stupid bitch. Either you go in there and do what I fucking told you to, or you are done.”
Jemma glared back at her. Then she ripped her arm out of her grip and turned toward the cell, pulling out her card and opening the bulletproof glass door with a swipe of her ID card. As she stepped inside, she just made out the beginnings of Sharon apologizing to Xuân on her behalf.
It didn’t matter. She didn’t care. They could say she’d lost her mind, they could decry her as bigoted. But she knew what all of them refused to acknowledge, that creatures like the one in this cell were no different from the ones that Xuân was a part of. Neither were human and both posed an existential threat to continued human existence.
Ignoring every instinct in her body to turn away from the hulking monstrosity in front of her, she pulled out a scalpel and began the breathing exercises May had helped her develop. Then she plunged in.
GERRY
My phone rang as I pulled up in front of All-Star Coffee.
“Peggy?” I said as I walked back to the car where Bobbi was still passed out.
“You told me to call in case Kara woke up. She uh…ahem, Kara and Elizabeth are both…awake now.” I could hear the revulsion and confusion in her voice. I had to smile.
“Wonderful. When they are done take them back to your place. Tell Kara she's in charge and do whatever she wants, understand?”
As I hung up, I turned to Bobbi. She’d changed clothes in anticipation of our confrontation with S.H.I.E.L.D., swapping out her partially torn leotard for a tee shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. I had ruined it all not long after though, with how fervently I’d extracted her secretions. Her tee-shirt, which had already been slightly too small for her new expanded bust, was damp with sweat and her long blond hair had caked to the back of her neck.
She looked so well and truly well-fucked that it was cute and I almost hesitated to wake her. Then I slapped her thigh hard. She jolted upright and then relaxed when she saw me.
“Get out!” I said.
Still dazed and reeking from the past two days of uninterrupted sexual abuse, she climbed out of the car, almost tripping on her way out.
“Jesus you fucking stink,” I said, looking her up and down. “When’s the last time you showered?”
There was a flash of anger in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with shame.
“Go to the Peggy’s house. Peggy, Elizabeth, and Kara are going to show up there soon. You’ll do whatever they tell you to when they do. Don’t fucking shower unless I tell you to.” I reached over and tweaked her nipple, causing her to groan. Then, ignoring the looks of nearby pedestrians I gave her meaty right tit an almighty slap.
She shuddered and her knees trembled so badly at first I thought she was going to fall over. Then instead, she staggered off down the street, her limp indicating she was very much doing a walk of shame. I watched her go for a moment, the tightness of her jeans against her recently violated ass, and had to grin.
I pulled my phone back out once she was gone and selected Route A for Karen’s trait. Being affectionate to Kara in front of Power Girl was the perfect way to torture her and get her to act more sexually without actually doing anything subversive around her. I’d also received a notification per the Accelerator’s sensor indicating that Lois Lane was only a few meters from me, with a submission score of -79. I was surprised by how low her Submission Score was, especially compared with some of the superheroines I’d already encountered.
LOIS
Lois sat at a table, tapping a pen against the cool plastic surface of the table. She had just glanced down at her phone for the time when the door opened and Dr. Manheim stepped inside. Glancing at the line of caffeine addicts in front of the counter waiting for the last fix of the day, he marched over to where she was and sat down with a groan.
“Sorry for being late. I’ve had a really long day. You wouldn’t mind getting me a coffee, would you?”
Lois narrowed her eyes. “I would mind actually.”
“Really?” He frowned, feigning innocence, as if she was the crazy one for refusing his simple request.
“Yes, I am a busy woman with bigger things on my plate than fetching you coffee. The line isn’t that long, you can get your own drink.”
He leaned back in his seat. Where on Earth did he get off saying that Kara was his girlfriend? Lois couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered such an obnoxious individual.
He shrugged. “Okay…”
Then he stood up and started walking back toward the front doors. “Wha-where are you going?” Lois climbed off the tall chair, her heels clicking against the floor.
“Look, I really don’t have time for people who are too stuck up to do a simple favor for someone else. I get enough of that from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Council. If you aren’t willing to be nice to me for two seconds, then I can just as easily be interviewed by Cat Grant or Vicki Vale.”
Lois stared at him for a long time, to see if he really had the nerve to do this. She remembered learning poker with her father and being beaten over and over again. It had taught her how to read people, she liked to think. It had also taught her that victory was not easily assured.
“Fine. I’ll get you a coffee.” She said, pulling out a bill from her purse and marching in the direction of the line. (LOIS: +16 SP)(-63SP)
She watched from near the counter, as Manheim toddled back to the table she’d chosen for them and climbed back onto his seat. She grinned to herself. She just needed to keep him talking long enough that she could spring what Lena had told her on him. Then once she got him all flustered and angry on tape, he’d reveal himself for the fraud he was.
She paid for the drink, marched back over, and had just set it down and moved to re-take her seat when he picked up the cup and glanced over at her. “Is this low-fat?” He asked.
Lois paused and glared at him. “You didn’t ask me to get low-fat for you.”
“You didn’t ask me what kind of drink I wanted, you just assumed.” He said, sliding the cup across the table toward her.
“Well, you should be able to get your own cup of coffee!” Lois yelled, slamming her hand on the table. “I’m not your fucking secretary.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Vicki warned me you’d be like this…”
Lois gripped the edge of the table dangerously. “Like what?”
“Well, the same way everyone talks about you. Stuck-up, ungrateful, utterly convinced of your own superiority. I mean, even before you married Superman you were famous for not listening to your editor, right? Ignoring all authority, just generally doing whatever you felt like doing whenever you felt like it?”
Lois jerked the chair out behind her. “I don’t believe this.”
“Well, you should. No one wants to talk to a reporter who acts like they are doing you a favor by talking to you. I’m sure you knew that at one point in your career but…well, hell if I know where that information has gone now.”
“Excuse me, but I have unequivocal evidence that you lied to me and to millions of people about who you are and where you came from!” Lois said. “I am doing you a favor, I’m giving you a chance to disclose the truth before I expose you.”
Manheim raised an eyebrow. “You have proof that I’m not who I say I am…”
“Yes! I happen to be good friends with the head of Lexcorp, who now owns Amazo Labs and she said that when she checked Amazo Lab records, she found no record of you.”
Manheim paused for a second, looking more confused than worried. Then he grinned a little and pulled out his phone.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
Manheim finished typing and lifted the screen for her to see. It was the website for Amazo Lab, with photos of staff and one of them was Manheim.
“How thoroughly did she check?” He asked.
Lois lifted her own phone and re-opened the link that Lena had sent her with the text. Sure enough, Manheim was listed in the LexCorp employee registry, although as part of a “legacy” account, belonging to someone who’d worked for Amazo Labs before it became part of LexCorp.
“You…you did this…you must have altered the records. I went through those thoroughly, as did several other people earlier today and they found no record of you.”
Manheim sighed. “Look, it’s possible Amazo Labs buried my records after they fired me to make sure I never got another job. But what do you think I hacked into the biggest tech company on Earth and forged my employment records? I mean, you own the Daily Planet right. You’ve got access to all kinds of information, you can probably scan a picture of my face and use it to find information. Have you found anything to indicate that I am anyone other than who I say?”
Lois stared at the records and then at Manheim. Then she shook her head. “My people don’t make mistakes. *I* don’t make mistakes.”
“Aren’t you the woman who didn’t know Clark Kent was Superman?” He asked, tipping the cup and rolling it back and forth with one finger pressed into the divot in the lid.
Lois could feel the color coming to her cheeks. “That was a long time ago…and it wasn’t for nearly as long as everyone says!”
“Sure, but I mean, Kara’s told me a lot about you and it seems like you’ve made some pretty big mistakes in the past.” He said. “I mean, your boyfriend was a superhero, your ex-boyfriend turned out to be a mad scientist, and your father, he was involved in that Task Force X fiasco, wasn’t he?”
Lois contemplated briefly a fit of apoplectic fulmination. Then she reminded herself that she already had evidence that this bastard was up to something. She had the message from Kara where she sounded like she was getting railed and she had an apartment that smelled like an orgy had happened in it. And this fucker claimed that he was in a relationship with Kara. Yes, something was going on, this virus just hadn’t come out of nowhere. There was a reason why no other scientists were aware of this problem and it was tied to this man.
All she had to do was pretend that she bought into his bullshit and he would slip up, again and she’d expose him to every heroine on Earth.
“Fine. Maybe we made a mistake.”
“No, not we…you. You came here to accuse me of something without doing your due diligence. And frankly, I want an apology.” He folded his arms. Like he was her father, or her principal in high school, or Perry scolding her for putting her life in danger again.
Throughout her entire career, she’d had to deal with men like him, over and over again. Men whom she’d known were corrupt and who had insisted that she aid their corruption by making them look innocent, as an apology for knowing how wicked they were.
She wouldn’t let her pride get in the way of uncovering the truth though, she wouldn’t let it prevent her from helping Kara. “I’m sorry.” (LOIS: +24 SP)(-39SP)
“Thank you. Apology accepted.”
“Are you happy now?” Lois snarked.
“I’d be a lot more happy if you’d gotten me something I could drink, but I’m glad that we’re beginning to understand and respect each other.”
Like hell they were.
“What would you like to know?”
“Why did you say you were in a relationship with Kara?”
He smiled. “You still think I’m lying.”
“I’ve known Kara since she was fifteen. I know you are lying.”
“Right. Listen, in all the time you’ve known her, has Kara ever had a lasting relationship? Has she ever told you about a crush or a boyfriend?”
Lois took a deep breath. “Not that I can recall right now, no.”
“With all due respect, you are a member of the news and if our relationship became well-known, a lot of people would be mad. Obsessed nerds who think they own Kara, would be mad. Idiot feminists who want Kara to represent women’s rights would be mad. People who count themselves as Super Girl’s enemies would target me. And a lot of people, like you, Miss Lane, would say I’m not good enough for someone who has saved the world.”
“You aren’t,” Lois said. It was her turn to fold her arms. “You are arrogant, lazy, conniving and frankly I don’t think you are nearly intelligent enough to have cured an alien virus.”
“Back to the hostile interrogation, huh? Admit it, you don’t like the idea of us being together because I AM OLDER THAN SHE IS.”
Lois’ eyes widened as he raised his voice, briefly attracting the attention of the café’s various patrons. “Well, now that you mention it, yes. She is a young woman and you are at least twice her age.”
“She is young but she is also an adult, responsible for her own decisions. She is far more mature than most people your age, Miss Lane and she enjoys my company, however difficult that may be to believe.”
“Oh please!”
“Yes, I love her. I might be OLD and FAT but I care about her and I’m not going to let you tell me or her what we can do with our lives.”
Lois realized what he was doing then. She could see in her periphery people with phones raised, already filming their interaction. She heard the titles in her mind. “Coffee shop fat-shames man”. He was trying to discredit her, to make people stop trusting him.
“This interview is over.” She stood up, grabbed her things, and turned to make for the exit. He grabbed her arm though and she was shocked by how unexpectedly strong he was.
“If you don’t believe me, come with me and Kara to the Fortress of Solitude. You’ll see the scientific work I’m doing with Power Girl. And you’ll see that Kara and I love each other.”
She stared at him for a moment before pulling away. She turned to leave and then she said “I want to talk to Kara first. I want to make sure she’s okay.”
“Of course.” He slid out behind her. “Do you need a ride?”
She clutched her purse to her chest. “I have a rental. I’ll follow you there.”
KARA
She was having the time of her life. She didn’t know if it was the solar lamp, they put her under at the hospital, or if she was getting so used to being knocked unconscious and nearly killed recently, that she’d become desensitized to her own mortality.
Maybe it was the fact that she was no longer worried about protecting an entire city from itself or being the thing, she believed others needed her to be.
Maybe it was the three nude whores kneeling on Peggy’s couch with their recently spanked asses sticking out.
Elizabeth had received the least punishment of any of them, not because she was the youngest or because she had no powers. But because Kara had deemed, she’d done a good enough job fluffing her for her inevitable reunion with Gerry to be worthy of a reduced sentence. Because of this, her round, still baby-fat bottom was a warm pink, rather than the bright cherry of Peggy’s much larger, pear-shaped posterior, or the deep crimson of Bobbi’s frustratingly flat ass.
Regardless of how easily she’d gotten off in comparison to her elders, the slutty brat was the only one crying. Probably because Kara could see the dampness dribbling down Elizabeth’s thigh from her long neglected, completely smooth, and sadly still virgin slit. Kara had to stop herself from lapping that ambrosia up, if only just to try it. She still didn’t consider herself a lesbian or even bisexual, this was all just foreplay for her and Gerry’s relationship. But she was developing an appreciation for the taste of different women and some part of her longed to try out Elizabeth, even if less prideful part insisted, she wait to get permission from her master before that.
Peggy seemed to want to comfort Elizabeth’s shivering form but was too mortified by being exposed and humiliated by a girl half her age to do so. Kara was annoyed she’d been unable to make Peggy cry out during her spanking. But she took some solace in how meek the stuck-up cunt was now that she’d gotten her medicine. She kept peeking back over her shoulder as if begging to be allowed to cover herself up now. Kara wasn’t staring at her face though, her eyes lingered on the thick curls of dark hair surrounding Peggy’s cooch. She didn’t like the idea of her master sticking his dick in that mess. She was tempted to burn it off, with her heat vision she could sear the tip of each hair so that Peggy would be permanently bare down below. That too, was up to her master though and she had no intentions of ruining their reunion by enforcing such permanent punishments in his absence.
She turned her gaze onto Bobbi. Her healing factor had necessitated that Kara expend thrice as much strength punishing her as the others (which was still a minute fraction of her peak power), to have any kind of visible impact. Had Bobbi been a regular woman, her disappointing buttocks would have been bruised black and purple from Kara’s assault. Instead, her buttocks were a simmering dull scarlet painted with little splotches of white and black blisters all over. Already, the damage was slowly fading away, but the lengths that it had taken to even begin approaching undamaged filled Kara with a satisfied sadistic sigh.
It was still annoying that Bobbi, who’d taken the most punishment of any of them, remained the least intimidated by Kara’s role as a recently resurrected super-powered dominatrix. Putting a hand on Bobbi’s hot ass cheek though, Kara brushed her thumb against Bobbi’s recently and obviously violated pink asshole. She felt the blond bitch shudder underneath her grip and irritation was replaced with elation. This fat-titted bimbo was too exhausted to demonstrate the level of shock and fright that her companions had. All the same, she was just as, if not more terrified by what Kara might do to her as they were.
“I can’t believe the three of you call yourselves spies.” She said with a snarl, digging her fingernail into Bobbi’s puckered shithole and making her intake breath sharply. “Because of your incompetence, our master almost got shot.”
Elizabeth paused her sniffling long enough to get out. “You-you’re right…I deserve to be punished…”
Kara smiled but rolled her eyes. Elizabeth hadn’t even been there when Black Widow had attacked. But it was fun to watch her squirm and listen to her beg anyway.
“What happened to your voice?” Bobbi croaked.
Kara glanced at her, or more specifically at her ass, the ass she was in the early stages of fingering at hypersonic speeds. “What?”
“You…you lost your accent,” Bobbi observed, still shifting slightly to relieve her discomfort. “Before when you were turned on…you sounded like you were from the Deep South.”
Kara smacked Bobbi’s ass hard and that got a satisfying yelp out of her, although it was almost certainly more out of surprise than pain. “The master can take away my powers. He can make your tits grow. You think he can’t change the way we speak and think if he wants to?”
Bobbi seemed to crumble slightly at that revelation. Then slowly, she nodded in submission and Kara squeezed her blistered cheeks with both hands, before giving her another slap on the opposing ass cheek.
“In fact, if my super hearing doesn’t deceive me…that’s his heartbeat coming now,” Kara said, turning away. “Don’t one of you move an inch, understand?”
They quivered together, three ripe asses begging for more punishment, more violation, more dehumanization. Kara had something even better waiting for her outside Peggy’s cottage though.
Her excitement quieted considerably when she opened the door to find out that her master was not alone. Beside him was Lois, flush with confusion and anger.
“Kara, Lois here wanted to ask you some questions about our relationship. If she decides that I’m not lying about you and me being together, she’s offered to come with us back to the Fortress. Karen is meeting us there as well; I’ll need your help getting through to her.”
Kara nodded slowly, her agile mind, used to improvising not only in combat but when someone had stumbled onto a clue regarding her identity, kicking into overdrive.
With a grin, she stepped out onto the porch. All she had to do was adjust Lois to the lie that her master had been building, to convince her that everything was as they said it was. Never an easy task, lying to Lois, who suspected most people of being deceitful as a matter of course.
But if she could pull it off, she’d have one more gorgeous plaything to present to Gerry. Maybe she wouldn’t be the only one getting railed by a Super-bot next time. Kara almost fainted at the idea of herself, Karen, and Lois, all lined up, fat asses raised in surrender to the thick, vibrating dicks. All without orgasm, brutally fucked and utterly helpless to escape their predicament.
And all for Gerry’s entertainment.
She grinned, flashing her cheesiest nice girl smile. “What do you need to know?”
CASSANDRA
She’d just gotten back from scoping out the docks for any sign of trouble. Three muggings, two assaults, one drunk driver, and one and a half burglaries. Just another rainy day in Gotham. Cassandra supposed she should be happy that things were quiet nowadays, with no secret societies or hyper-competent serial killers to terrorize the town.
Still, she couldn’t help but feel empty when she walked through the streets these days and saw that despite all their efforts, the city still seeped with sewage and sorrow. Of course, Bruce’s foundations had helped things along, as had Kate’s charitable donations after she’d taken over Wayne Enterprises. But poverty was inevitable and with it came crime, in all manner of new and terrible ways. Sometimes Cassandra wanted to wrap her arms around the whole city and give one big hug to all the people who were born to be victimized or exploited. Sometimes she wished she thought about becoming a lawyer or a judge or running for mayor or doing literally anything else if it might help the city. That wasn’t an option though. Barbara could have been a police commissioner. Stephanie could become a politician.
But Cassandra was only good at one thing. Fighting. She could read people yes, but she couldn’t express more than half of it, not in any way that the people of Gotham would find inspiring. She was the thing that Bruce had always wanted, the ultimate crime-fighting machine.
It was the reason that she would never tell Stephanie how she felt. There was no kind of future with a creature like her.
“What is wrong with you?”
Cassandra was pulled from her thoughts as she entered the Bat Cave to find that Kate was back and currently facing down an extremely pissed-off Barbara.
“I don’t have time for this right now,” Kate said, turning away.
“You don’t have time for this?” Barbara wheeled around her, cutting her off from the staircase. “You disappear for three days then you pop back up to declare there’s some kind of pandemic and you don’t contact any of us until you get back from the Justice League.”
Kate leaned forward. “What were any of you going to do, Barbara? This is a worldwide phenomenon, one which requires immediate action. I needed to support Dr. Manheim to so people would be galvanized into action.”
“Is it true?” Cassandra asked, melting out of the shadows and into the bright blue gleam of the massive computer where Barbara was normally stationed.
Kate turned to look at her.
“Did you really try to kill Supergirl?” Cassandra asked.
Kate nodded. “I wasn’t myself.”
Cassandra could see a trace of guilt in Kate’s eyes and in the twitch of her fingers at her sides. She was…hiding something. Well, people were always hiding things and Cassandra hated bringing up her lie-detection abilities, especially to those she trusted inherently. It put a distance between her and them, no matter what they said.
“You should have called the second you got back to civilization,” Barbara said, wheeling forward.
“I don’t take orders from you, Barb. I get enough of that shit from Diana, I don’t need you pretending to be my mother too.” Kate spat. Then she walked right past Barbara and headed up the stairs. “Now, I need to make a public appearance before Tiffany sets fire to my office.”
Cassandra watched Barbara’s eyes trail after Kate. Then she turned away. It hurt so much to see the ones you loved hurting and knowing there was nothing you could do to make the hurt go away.
GERRY
Kara was getting better at lying. Or maybe she’d always been good, and I’d just underestimated her because our entire relationship had been her on the back foot. I was glad that I'd remembered to turn off her "hick" trait before I brought Lois here, because based on Kara's libido, she was probably getting turned off right now, preparing Lois to become a member of my harem.
It was slowly occurring to me that the women I’d recently converted were used to leading double lives and that if they hadn’t been, they probably would have been caught in a lie already and I’d be locked up somewhere with scientists sticking needles in my eyes.
I shook away the decidedly unsexy thought of what would happen my highly improvised plan fell apart and distracted myself with the app.
-CONGRATULATIONS!-
You reached 1200 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:
UPGRADE DISCOUNT: Level 2 upgrades now cost 75 SP instead of 100 and Level 3 upgrades now cost 225 SP instead of 300.
Well, that was going to be helpful. I just wished it had come before I’d spent so much SP on upgrading Kara’s trait. There was another alert after that one.
-CONGRATULATIONS!-
Our list of possible achievements has been increased and you have retroactively achieved these two:
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - ONE SMALL STEP:
Congratulations! You brought one alien to +100 SP = +40 SP
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - WHORE OF THE WORLDS:
Congratulations! You unlocked all traits on an alien = +40 SP
That brought me up to 180 SP, almost enough for another LVIII upgrade. I’d also unlocked an orgasm lock and a trait on the world-famous (and still stunning for her age) Lois from our brief but enjoyable time together:
New trait unlocked for Lois Lane!
ROUTE A - OBSESSION or “I’LL SHOW YOU THAT I’M RIGHT”: The subject will develop a pathological obsession with accomplishing a particular goal or mission. They will do anything within their power to accomplish this goal, including compromising their morals or humiliating themselves. In addition, the victim will develop the inexplicable reasoning that the only way for them to accomplish this goal is to go to the user for aid. They will believe that the user’s cooperation is paramount in accomplishing the mission and that they will likely fail without it.
ROUTE B - SLAVE or “I’M NOT YOUR SECRETARY”: Whenever the user compliments the subject’s independence, ambition, or drive, the subject will develop affection for the user. When the user asks the subject to perform some demeaning task for them while this trait is active, it will cost a certain amount of affection, with the cost higher the more demeaning the task. If the subject doesn't have enough affection, they will refuse. The higher the SP of the subject, the more affection they will gain from each compliment and the less affection each task will cost. NOTE: The subject will not gain SP from performing tasks induced by this trait.
I’d have to wait to pick one though. Kara had just finished spinning a tale about how her earlier behavior had been induced by a brain fever brought on by the kryptonite Kate had used and how I had nursed her back to health. Of course, Lois didn’t seem to fully buy it, but I was beginning to suspect there was little she did apart from the Earth spinning around the sun.
We had an appointment though, at the North Pole, with a certain big-boobed blond who was begging to be my next project. And I couldn’t wait to show Lois what I intended to do to her.
