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Chapter 49: ECTO-ORGASM & BLONDES DO IT BETTER
🕑 Added 2023-09-29 06:56:38 +0000 UTCGERRY
No sooner had Kara’s body hit the pavement then there was a cracking sound of something on the other side of the car. Then noxious white smoke plumed over the street, sending my accomplices/captives into a fit of coughing.
I’d only just had time to scoop up Kara, when a ruby-haired specter in a skintight leotard came leaping out through the smoke, a gleaming knife in one hand.
Bobbi must have had some resistance to whatever chemical smoke Black Widow had used, because she recovered quicker than the others. She slammed into her red-haired counterpart midair and the two tumbled to the ground, ass over ass, kicking and clawing. I was surprised. After all Bobbi hadn’t seemed particularly loyal on the way here, just incredibly desperate.
But I didn’t waste the opportunity provided. I dug inside the coat I’d taken from the Fortress, yanking out the Phantom Zone projector Kara had given me. No sooner had it hummed awake, then the Black Widow had whacked Bobbi on the head with the pommel of the knife and rolled off her, somersaulting toward me with the still gleaming blade.
Then there was flash of white and blue light, and a silhouette of my would-be assassin’s curvy form was burned into my vision. By the time it had faded, Peggy and Kate had recovered from the gas, with Kate running over to help get Kara up and Peggy moving to cover me from any further snipers.
“We have to get to the hospital. Now!” I yelled, handing Kara to Kate and running to the driver’s side. As I scrambled to open the door and get into the front seat, I noticed Elizabeth, standing in the doorway of the mansion, staring out at all of us in shock.
“Come with us! NOW!” I yelled.
Elizabeth didn’t need to hear the command twice. She bolted over and jumped into the backseat, landing on the still bound Maria with a squeal of surprise.
There was no time for questions though. I was already peeling away in the direction of the National City Emergency Room.
I was in full-blown panic mode as I entered the hospital. Bobbi had mostly recovered from the stab-wound already, thanks to her increased metabolism. Unfortunately the same was true for Kara. Her Kryptonian skin had already grown over the bullet wound and I had no idea how the doctors at the hospital would be able to help her.
Seeing her being dragged away on a gurney, you could almost forget that she was one of the most powerful people in the world.
I put Kate in charge of filling out any paperwork, since she already knew about Kara’’s secret identity and I marched outside where Peggy and Elizabeth were guarding Maria. The current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t looking too good as I climbed into the car. Her gag had prevented her from coughing her way through the gas that Black Widow had used and as a result her eyes were red and puffy and her face was streaming with snot from having to expel the irritation through her nostrils.
I felt a kind of sadism that I had not yet encountered come to the surface, a much deeper and more profound hatred than the years of sexual frustration could have ever manifested.
“You hired that bitch to kill me, didn’t you? You caused all of this…”
Maria didn’t respond, she was too busy continuing to struggle and moan into her gag, desperate to attract attention. I pulled out the Phantom Zone projector.
“You’re going to pay for that.” I told her, before there was another half-blinding flash and Maria and the ropes around her were gone.
I turned to Peggy and Elizabeth. “Come inside, we’ve got important business to discuss.”
“Are you alright?”
Bobbi was sitting off to the side, just staring at the wrack of magazines next to the waiting area. “I’ve…been worse.” She said. “It-it looks worse than it is.”
I nodded, squatting down next to her. “Why’d you do that? You saved my life, after everything I did to you…why?”
She just stared at the carpet. “…you still hadn’t given me permission…to…y’know…if you died, I’d never be able to…”
I grinned. “Alright. Go to the restroom down the hall, find a stall. You’ve got an hour to jill yourself off as much as you can, but you’ve got to be kneeling on the bathroom floor while you’re doing it.”
Bobbi swallowed, then nodded. I helped her stand and the tightness of her grip reminded me just how strong she was. Then she was half-jogging off down the hall, still shivering beneath the make-shift outfit we’d put together for her, sans her original spy suit.
I turned to where Kate was still filling out papers, while Elizabeth hugged Peggy.
“We need to have a story. Any second now S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or Justice League members are going to come walking through those doors and when they do, we need a plan.”
“Excuse me…”
I turned and almost fainted at the sight behind me. A raven haired MILF in a sharp blazer with a camera in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“…are you the ones who brought Supergirl in?”
SHARON
She’d just finished the longest day of her life, trying to get all the departments to work accept her as the new director until further notice, when Jemma Simmons walked in, her phone playing a livestream on YouTube.
“Uhh, Sher?”
“Yes…” Sharon rubbed her forehead.
“You uh…you’re going to want to see this…”
DIANA
“This is Lois Lane, live from the St. Catherby Hospital in National City, where Supergirl, has just been taken to the emergency room. Dr. Gerome Manhiem, you brought Supergirl in, is that correct.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“And can you recount for the viewers just what happened to her?”
“She was shot, by an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., with some kind of specialized bullet.”
“Do you have any proof of that?”
“No…the agent left before the cops could arrive. But I identified her as Black Widow, the former KGB assassin.”
“Dr. Manheim, do you have any knowledge of why a member of the federal government would attempt to kill a superheroine who means so much to so many?”
“Yes. I’ve been working with Supergirl for some time now, as an expert in alien biology, and I believe that a Kryptonian virus that instigates murderous aggression has been released. It was the reason why Power-Girl tried to kill Supergirl and I’m afraid it has spread to key members of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“And what proof do you have of that? How do you know this isn’t some kind of conspiracy?”
“Because of me.”
The focus of the camera shifted then, from the man to a familiar, flame-haired super-heroine in full, armored bat-regalia.
“For those of you who don’t know, I am Batwoman, a member of the Justice League and a good friend of Supergirl. However, I recently came in contact with Power-Girl, causing me to contract the same virus which caused Power-Girl to attack Super-Girl. Despite all this, I…I attempted to kill Super-Girl myself using kryptonite only two days ago. It was only through Dr. Manheim’s treatment I was able to be cured. And I am the reason that the virus spread to agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Batwoman, can you tell us which agents may have been infected?”
“No. But I do know that Captain Britain became contaminated with it when she encountered me after I broke onto S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds, and that she may have passed it onto Maria Hill, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“I will testify, I became infected just as Batwoman was and I was only cured thanks to Dr. Manheim’s treatment. While I did not come in contact with Black Widow, I did come in contact with Maria Hill, who I believe may have sent Black Widow on an assassination mission.”
“And what treatment might that be?”
A quick switch back to the man.
“This virus does not act like any that are terrestrial in origin. It has profound psychological effects on its host, including hallucinations, memory lapses and psychotic episodes. It is immune to antibiotics as we know them and cannot be sensed except with Kryptonian technology. A cure does exist, but I can only synthesize it at the Fortress of Solitude, using Kryptonian technology and it must be applied in absolute isolation to avoid contamination as the plague flees the body.”
“There you have. Testimonies from two of America’s most famous superheroines that Earth is under biological attack from an alien organism. We have not yet been allowed access to Supergirl to see if she is recovering, but we will keep you posted-”
Diana pressed a button to switch off the screen and put a hand over her face. The U.N. was gonna have a fucking field day.
“Umm…Diana?”
She turned and sighed. “Yes, M’gann?”
“I’m going down to National City to see if my intangibility can help at all with the surgery on Kara.”
“Yes…yes, of course…oh, and M’gann?”
“Yes, Diana?”
“This Dr. Manheim. Read his mind…find out what he knows…this entire thing could be a way to turn us against each other.”
“Diana, you know I don’t like to-”
“M’gann!” Diana stood and marched over. “We are at war with the universe and someone we’ve never heard of pops up and claims to know all about alien lifeforms? What if the skrulls are back? Or the white martians? What if this ‘Kryptonian virus’ is a weapon from Apocalypse? Or from Brainiac? What if the American government developed it? Or the League of Shadows? We must be ready.”
She grabbed her sword off the wall and her helmet. “You must interrogate this individual without his knowledge. Do likewise with this director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Find out what they know and tell all members via the telepathic link. I must speak…with the Mutants.”
LOIS
“So, how do you know Supergirl again?” She asked, seemingly not paying attention as she watched the views on her stream skyrocket.
“I met her through Amazo labs.” Manheim answered.
“Really? Because I’ve known her a long time and I don’t think she’s ever mentioned you?” Lois said, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you know Kara…she wanted to keep our relationship a secret.” Manheim said, with a little smile.
Lois’ eyes boggled. “You…and her?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve helped her unlock secrets of her destroyed culture, her incredible technology. I mean…I’m sure Superman could have chosen plenty of…stronger, women to marry. He chose you for your mind, didn’t he?”
Lois was staggered by the audacity of this man. She’d met a lot of scientists in her time, most of whom were a little bit rusty on some of the social graces. Still, she’d never been so blatantly insulted by one. He’d basically just called her a dog-face.
It stirred, within her, the old insecurity, the one she’d harbored throughout her relationship with Clark. That she wasn’t good enough.
“I meant because you were her doctor. I assume you cured her of this virus as well.”
He shook his head. “I believe it originated from Power-Girl and the alternate world from which she came, which means that Kara’s physiology makes her immune to it. However, I would need to give Power-Girl a physical in order to be sure.”
“You mean you haven’t examined Power Girl yet?” Lois asked, mentally jotting down the man’s exact words in the notebook in her brain. He might have been rude, but he was a fucking goldmine of information.
“No. The League has not yet permitted me access. Frankly, I don’t think they were taking this matter with the urgency it requires.”
He turned and smiled and she followed his eyes to where a green-skinned Martian had just stepped through the front doors. Her red eyes paused on Manheim and then on Lois, before she hovered down the hall in the direction of Kara.
“Miss Martian!” Lois turned on her tape-recorder and ran after her. “Does the League have a response to a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the meta-human community? Has Power-Girl been treated for an alien infection?”
M’gann glanced back at Manheim and shook her head. “No comment.”
M’GANN
She had always been the better of the two of them. She fit in amongst them. She was perfect, beautiful, strong, everything they ever would have wanted.
M’gann was the opposite. She was a weapon, a thing which had been created to destroy, birthed in a chamber with a million other White Martians. The cute little redhead she projected to the world was a lie.
Beneath the surface was an demon, with red eyes and spikes on its back and a tail like a lizard-scorpion. Big salivating jaws which fed on the thoughts of others and which longed to be returned to the never-ending warmth of the hive. No, M’gann was more “The Thing” than “Starman” when it came down to it. Physicality as humans knew it did not apply to her.
Supergirl wasn’t like that. She was an alien. But she was also a person, not merely an extension of a cancerous species who’d wiped out trillions.
She was perfect. Strong when she needed to be, the thing that M’gann had spent every waking moment emulating since she discovered what she really was. Supergirl could see underneath too. With those perfect blue eyes of hers, she could see the squirming, multifaceted cells beneath the disguise, longing to transform into something hideous and disgusting.
M’gann skimmed the surface of Supergirl’s unconscious mind and felt her content, her honest and unceasing love. She had found what M’gann never would. True companionship.
She reached her hand inside, sifting through the molecules of Kara’s impervious body like sand and retrieving the bullet with ease. It was a piece of irradiated adamantium. It probably would have knocked Darkseid on his ass. Given that she wasn’t actually wearing clothes, she used her eye beams to bombard it until the radiation had dispersed and then allowed the bullet to sink beneath her skin and join her form.
“He cares so much about her. When he found out what I’d done to her he almost refused to cure me.”
It was Kate. She was standing there staring at Supergirl with what almost looked like…jealousy.
Then she turned to M’gann. “We need to get back to headquarters and address this issue with Karen before the virus progresses any further.”
M’gann sighed. “Diana wanted me to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., find out if they were really behind this?”
“You don’t trust me…?” Kate realized, aloud.
“No, of course, we do. Now that you are better, of course. But still, we need all the information we can get…” M’gann said.
“Well, can you at least call a teleport for me. I have to speak with Diana and Karen.” Kate asked.
M’gann sighed. “Yes, of course, I…I’ll come back with you. We should all be there to make this decision.”
EMMA
Emma Frost reclined on the shore of New Krakoa, her impeccably gorgeous figure expertly hugged by a white bikini. To her right, a spindly bird-humanoid who was hard to look at even by mutant standards fed her grapes and provided her shade with his body. Meanwhile, at her feet, Scott Summers pressed his thick fingers into her soles, his unhidden eyes smiling up at her as he worked her sore muscles.
“Remember when Jean insisted that we couldn’t ‘abandon’ humanity?” Emma asked, before taking a sip from the coconut in her hand. “Who would ever give up this paradise to march in a street?”
Scott leaned down, pressing a kiss to her ankle. “Who’s Jean?”
Emma reached out, wrapping a hand around his and bringing him close for a kiss. “My thoughts exactly...”
Emma felt the thought run through the front of her mind, projected from Hope. Playtime is over. We have a guest.
Emma sighed and Scott’s visage melted away. “What’s wrong?” Mystique asked.
“Fucking Amazons…” Emma said.
“Lady Frost…we have business to discuss…”
Emma rolled her eyes and finished the coconut, ushering the bird-creature to the side before standing up and stretching. “Do you require the Seven to save your precious league again?”
Wonder Woman hovered above the lapping waves ten feet away, decked out in her full celestial armor. “Have you launched another psychic onslaught?”
“What do you mean ‘another’?” Emma asked, stretching back and forth and bending over to be sure that Wonder Woman could see her white bikini thong. She briefly entertained the thought of using her powers to make the stuck up bitch kiss her perfectly sculpted ass, but dismissed it with a sigh. The last thing she needed was another lecture from Hope about the responsibility which came with their powers.
“You trapped us in fantasies. You tried to turn us all into lotus eaters.”
“That was Scarlet Witch. And we dealt with her when you were helpless to do so.” Emma said, lying back down on the towel next to Mystique.
“Then you tried to brainwash us all into forgetting you ever existed...after you almost destroyed the world. Twice.” Wonder Woman floated closer.
“We wouldn’t have needed to if you hadn’t tried to drive us extinct.” It was Mystique’s turn to speak, her hand laying on Emma’s arm for support.
Emma wished she’d just turn back into Scott though. She didn’t need an equal partner to bear the burden of protecting Mutant culture. She just needed him.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to assassinate Supergirl. Something is happening…an effect like Mageddon or the Hate Monger, but all directed at her. People with no connections have started trying to kill her.”
“That sounds like a you problem.” Emma said, squeezing Mystique’s hand and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
There was the sound of sword leaving its sheath. “Lady Frost, you have declared yourself and your compatriots as rulers of all mutants. It is therefore in your best interests that you do discover the cause for this psychic intrusion, for if I discover that a mutant is responsible for these attacks, I will hold you and your allies personally responsible.”
Emma rolled her eyes but waited for Wonder Woman to have disappeared back up into the sky to speak. “Cunt.”
JESS
She climbed out of the van, marching inside with about a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on her tail. She was surprised to find Peggy and Elizabeth sitting in the waiting room as if expecting her. Peggy shared a look with Elizabeth and then stood up to greet her.
“I assume you saw Miss Lane’s interview.” Peggy said, dropping to her spy voice.
“Yeah. Me and most of the world. You know Maria went missing last night?” Jess asked, in the same hush.
Peggy shook her head. “I’ve been in quarantine until today. I still can’t believe that Black Widow would do this kind of thing…”
“Well, Natasha’s immune system is augmented like mine or Bobbi’s. Whatever this virus is, she should be immune to it.”
Peggy shrugged. “All I know is what the doctor deemed worthy of sharing.”
Jess frowned. “You didn’t press him?”
Peggy became stern. “He is our superior.”
Jess shook her head. “Right, I mean…yeah, but, it sounds like he’s just a scientist. He could be wrong. I’m sure if we get Simmons working on whatever virus this is…”
Peggy’s expression darkened. “You trust Simmons with a xenobiological weapon.”
“Peggs, we’re all in this together. We have to trust each other if we’re going to get through this without the whole agency being shut down.” Jess said.
“Maybe it deserves to be shut down.” Peggy said, turning away. “We started this thing to fight the Nazis, not to control the world.”
Jess was about to reply that it was a lot more complicated than that, when she heard a voice over her ear-communicator.
“Drew, this is Director Carter. I need you to locate Dr. Manheim and return him to S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds immediately. He is not a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. or an agent of the World Security Council and he is a liability until he can be debriefed. Do you understand?”
Jess sighed and put a hand to her communicator. “Yes, but we still haven’t found Maria or Nat-”
“You have your orders, agent.”
Jess tried not to curse as Carter shut off the channel. Somedays, she felt like Peggy had a point, that S.H.I.E.L.D. never should have been all this. Then she remembered the things she had done when she was a being manipulated by Hydra.
“I have to go.” She said, turning away from Peggy and giving a quick wave to Elizabeth. “You two should return to HQ until we can assess risk.”
“We have to stay here.” Elizabeth had stood up. “To make sure that Supergirl is okay.”
Jess lifted an eyebrow. “I’m sure the Justice League has someone who can do that. Multiple people in fact. Right now, we need to check you both over, do some bio-scans, figure out if-”
“We’re not leaving.” Peggy said, picking up her shield and holding it to her abdomen. “This is what heroes do, Jessica. They fight the bad guy, and they look after the weak. And they stick around to protect people, and to remind those they are protecting that they aren’t all assassins and double agents.”
Jess raised an eyebrow again, then shook her head and sighed. It felt like everyone in the agency was going crazy. There was definitely more to all this than she was being told. First Bobbi disappeared, then Maria. Now Nat was shooting random superheroes. No, something was up and she was going to get to the bottom of it whether Sharon gave her the go-ahead or not.
BOBBI
“What did you call this place again?”
“Pleasant Hill.” Bobbi answered. They were in her car, although where they were headed, she still had no idea. "It’s a specialized prison, in Connecticut. It's not uninhabited at the moment though. And it…it’ll be difficult to break in without Supergirl.”
“She’ll be fine.” His eyes were focused on the road, his driving having moved from erratic on the way to the hospital to poised on the way out.
“What do you want?” She asked, finally, when they stopped at a red light.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.” He answered, tightening his grip on the wheel.
“Why are you doing all this? I mean, you-you’re too intelligent and driven to just…want a harem of superheroines. You know this is wrong, you must have some rationale for it, besides just your basic needs…”
The car peeled forward as soon as the light changed. “Even if that were true, why would I tell you?”
“Because you clearly care about us, even if you aren’t willing to admit it.” Bobbi answered.
“You have no idea how the real world works anymore, do you? You’ve been what, the same age for sixty years? You spent all that time fighting and killing and you have no idea what the rest of us are dealing with. You fight the same assholes over and over again and all the while, nothing changes for the rest of us. You act like you are the ones who oppressed, because of your gender…but you don’t see us, the people under your feet…the ones who actually make everything work…all that time you spent saving the world, you never asked if it deserved to be saved.”
Bobbi closed her eyes. “So, that’s it? You’re just a nihilist. You’re going to destroy everything that everyone has built for…what? Just to spite us for not being the heroes you wanted?”
SLAP!
Bobbi recoiled. The slap was not to her face, in typical domineering abuser fashion, but instead to her chest. The brief spike of pain, which quickly melted into pleasure left her wanting to beg him to leave his hand there. If she’d had any shame left, she probably would have blushed.
“You don’t know me. Don’t you ever fucking act like you do, alright? Supergirl is an idiot, but at least she was fucking eager to please. You and your fellow Bond girls are the reason she’s in the fucking hospital right now.”
“No. We aren’t. You are.” Bobbi said.
He stayed quiet. “You’re going to pay for that. First, you’re going to help me turn all your idiot friends into cock-warmers and then you are going to pay for that.”
Bobbi tensed. “All I have to do is tell them what you did to me, and you’ll never see the light of day.”
“You won’t.” He answered.
“Why not?”
“Because you hate them more than you hate me. And because I left the Phantom Zone projector with Kate. If anything, bad happens to me, she’ll destroy it, and Maria and Miss Romanov will spend the rest of eternity floating in a gray void.”
Bobbi sneered. “I hated Maria, yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to betray my entire organization, especially not over her and one other person.”
“You will.” He answered, as they approached S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. “I’m not the reason you got raped. I’m not the reason your life is a fucking mess. And if I go away, so do your orgasms and your chance of ever being happy again. You can barely make decisions without me anymore. Do you really think you can ever be a spy again? Especially with tits like these?”
He reached out and slapped her left boob again, causing her to suck in her breath, just as they approached the front gate.
“Now give them your security clearance so I can have a chat with your leader.”
SILVIJA
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
Silvija watched alongside Daisy and Teresa as Sharon marched up to Bobbi and Manheim.
“I am an scientist, trying to protect the world from a pandemic before it starts.”
“First, you pretended to be a therapist approved by S.H.I.E.L.D. to get access to Peggy. Then you go on national TV and tell the Daily Planet that one of our agents attempted to assassinate a beloved superheroine!” Sharon snarled.
“If I hadn’t faked my credentials, you would never have allowed me to treat her, and your grandmother might well have gone irreversibly mad.”
“How did you know she had this disease? And why the fuck didn’t you tell us who you were? Why didn’t you warn us so we could contact the CDC?”
Manheim remained completely disinterested despite being surrounded by spies, in the center of a building more secure than the Pentagon. “You’ll forgive me if I was initially suspicious of your organization. I wasn’t certain if S.H.I.E.L.D. is responsible for the development of this virus. I’m still not.”
“That’s insane.”
“No, it isn’t. Your organization tried to wipe out the Inhumans. Members of S.H.I.E.L.D. joined forces with Orchis to destroy mutant-kind. I had no reason not to think you might have created this virus to wipe out aliens like Supergirl.”
Sharon fumed. “That is no reason to badmouth us on TV. And to rope Captain Britain into it-”
“She doesn’t trust you all either. Of course, I’m assuming that you didn’t know anything about Black Widow being released and that was all on Miss Hill. But that’s what happens when the government hires brainwashed mercenaries to on a need-to-know basis. Things slip between the cracks.”
Sharon tightened her jaw. “We have protocols for disseminating information.”
“I assume you also have protocols about shooting at American civilians and yet here we are.” He answered. “Now, I’ll be honest…I hate you all. I don’t respect what you do or how you do it and from the conversations I’ve had with Bobbi here, as well as with your grandmother and with Miss Bishop, it would appear that you lack the respect for the most fundamental human boundaries…however, you’re probably the only people in the world who can track down Hill and Romanov after their little disappearing act. And finding out where they are may be vital ensuring that the disease doesn’t spread any further. Now, you can lock me up for trespassing, you can court-martial me for treason, or whatever it is you do when someone pisses you off, but I have some very powerful friends in the Justice League right now and I suspect they aren’t going to take well to you mistreating me, especially after your grandmother assaulted Batwoman and your top agent shot Supergirl. So, the choice is yours, Miss Carter…you can get rid of me, you can refuse to give me the resources I need to mitigate the virus’ spread, but I very much doubt it will do you any good.”
Sharon just stared at him, her eyes inflamed. Silvija recognized the look in her eyes as one she’d seen on her father’s face more than once. It was the look of someone contemplating murder.
She switched attention to Bobbi though, who was standing there with her head down, blushing like a little girl on the first day of school. What was the matter with her? Normally, she’d be right alongside Sharon, telling this bastard to fuck off.
“I’m not giving you anything until I see physical proof of this virus.” Sharon answered, her tone razor edged.
Manheim nodded, slowly. “That’s reasonable. Unfortunately, the virus cannot survive outside a host, meaning that it breaks down into indiscernible proteins when placed inside a petri dish or under a microscope. And the only medical equipment through which it can be seen while inside the body is located at Supergirl’s Fortress of Solitude, which I am unable to reach at this time.”
“That’s convenient.” Simmons said.
Manheim smiled. “I was actually hoping to set up a second decontamination sight at your place in Connecticut. Pleasant Hill, I believe it’s called. The stimulatory technology there would be perfect for containing those infected in non-traumatic spaces.”
Sharon sniffed. “You bring me proof. Then we talk about working together. In the meantime…Agent May!”
A middle-aged Asian woman that Silvija had never shared a conversation with saluted. “Yes, Ma’am!”
“Get a jet ready to take Dr. Manheim to the Fortress of Solitude and inspect everything he does, to be sure that his work is what he says it is.”
“I won’t be able to get the doors open without Supergirl.” Manheim answered. “But, if you are willing to wait, I should have the co-operation of Power-Girl in using that facility in the near future.”
“Very well. Rodriguez, escort ‘Dr.’ Manheim off the premises. Agent Morse, I will debrief you personally.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Carter, but Agent Morse is with me.” Manheim said as Yo-Yo Rodriguez put a hand on his shoulder to politely drag him to the exit.
Bobbi swallowed and glanced between Sharon and Manheim. Then she spoke, almost timidly. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but until I know who I can trust and where this virus is coming from, I am obliged to take orders from Captain Britain.”
It was Daisy’s turn to speak. “You can’t be serious...”
Bobbi nodded slowly. Was it just Silvija, or were her breasts a little bit…bigger? Silvija dismissed the thought. She and Bobbi hadn’t conversed often, it must just have been the first time that Silvija had noticed how busty she was.
“It’s true. I wish you all well and I hope we work together again in the near future.” Bobbi said, turning away.
Sharon opened her mouth, and Silvija sensed she was about to warn Bobbi that if she left now, she would be going AWOL. And the whole room tensed. If Bobbi was charged with disobeying orders, so too would Peggy and Elizabeth be. And then Sharon would have to hold a trial for her own great-grandmother, the pride of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Silvija felt a secret smile curl across her features. All these women were weak. Sharon, Maria, they believed they had what it took, until you hit close to home. They hid away parts of themselves, the normal parts that could appreciate mundanity. They hadn’t given themselves to the battle and bloodshed. They knew nothing about real leadership.
Manheim didn’t wait for her to decide to say something, he just snapped his fingers as if Bobbi was his secretary and with a mortified look at her former co-workers, she followed after him. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+81)
GERRY
No sooner had me and Bobbi exited S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds, then I got a call from Kate.
“What’s up?” I asked, letting Bobbi chauffeur me, because it was more humiliating for me and I had choices to make on my app. I might have been a pervert and a monster, but I didn’t text and drive.
“Diana wants to sit down with you and discuss Karen’s treatment.” She answered.
In a day that had turned out incredibly shitty, I couldn’t help but smile a little. Soon I’d have my hands on those legendarily prodigious Power-Girl tits. Just a little more patience, a little more of keeping up the mask.
“Does she have a place in mind?” I asked.
“She wants to teleport you onto the station. She gave you an hour to go to the Supergirl statue by the National Monument.”
Well, that was a little more intense than I’d expected. I should have been excited about being in outer space for the first time. I was too busy thinking of all the ways it could go wrong without a Kara to save my ass.
“Wonderful. Thank you for your diplomatic skills, Katherine.”
I could hear over the phone in that moment how excited she was, by completing one of my requests. I’d have to figure out a way to reward her for this in the near future. Of course, she was probably thinking about Power-Girl’s tongue going straight up her snatch right now, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t getting anything out of this bargain already.
“We’ll talk soon.” I said, before I hung up. I discovered then that I had a message on my phone from Lois Lane. Remembering that she’d asked for my contact info, which I had given out of surprise more than anything else, I replayed the message.
“Hello, Dr. Manheim. I was wondering if I could interview you in person again, more discreetly this time, regarding your relationship with Supergirl, perhaps at the cafe across the street from CatCo Publishing at 9 tonight? If you would prefer a different location or time, please let me know. I’ve texted the address.”
I quickly checked the time. It was five fifty-three. One hour until I was teleported on-board the Watchtower. One hour to get back and rush across the city. Of course, I could ask them to teleport me back to the address that Lois had provided…
I decided to try to squeeze it in, there were a lot of moving pieces right now and I needed every chance to gain some points and some new subjects that I could, if I was gonna pull this off.
With that, I texted Lois back confirmation about our little interview. I briefly considered calling her “toots” to set the tone for our meeting but ultimately decided against it. Better to go for the throat in the moment and not give her time to prepare for meeting another sexist asshole, the like of which, I suspected, she dealt with on a daily basis in her line of work.
Then I switched over to the app and reviewed the choices for Bobbi once more. Again, I was a little unnerved by the notion of using Bobbi’s “excretions” as per Route B for the first trait. However, it was immediately obvious how combining that trait, with my new lust-inspiring gaze and sperm could result in quickly gaining submissive points from any of my up and coming prospects. Meanwhile, erotic accidents could be fun, but sounded difficult to control.
I also had no idea when I was bringing back Maria, so Route A for the second trait didn’t make much sense either. Unfortunately, I had no idea either when Kara would be able to play with Bobbi again, but once she was able, it would make it so much easier to fuck with and to fuck Karen and Cassie. I selected Route B for both.
I also had at the moment, almost 300 SP to spare. So, while I planned to use it on Kara’s trait to just bolster my overall SP gains, I did check the other recently acquired traits to see if any upgrades might be worth it:
- “ALWAYS INADEQUATE”: Whenever the subject is criticized, they will feel the need to apologize for their inadequacy with a sign of affection. The more humiliating the criticism, the more intense the apology. LvII = After the subject has apologized to another subject, that subject will become twice as easy to seduce by this subject.
- “BLONDES DO IT BETTER”: When blonde subjects are near both of the affected subjects, they will become more easily aroused. LvII (Costs 200) = When blonde subjects are near both of the affected subjects, their intelligence is treated as 1 lower than normal.
- “BOBBI’S BIG BOUNCY BOOBIES”: The subject's breasts become 1 cup size larger and twice as sensitive. LvII = The subject’s breasts increase two more cup sizes and become even more sensitive.
- “BUSTY BLONDE BIMBO BIOLOGIST”: The subject's Intelligence is increased by 2 when working with chemistry and decreased by 1 during all other times. LvII = The subject’s Intelligence is now doubled while working with chemistry and decreased by 2 during all other times.
- “DICK HUNGRY HICK”: When the subject is aroused, their Intelligence is decreased by 1 and they will adopt a southern accent. LvII = Intelligence loss is increased to 2 and while aroused the subject’s Charm is increased by 2.
- “ECTO-ORGASM”: Whenever the subject orgasms, they will squirt. The resulting excretion, when touched by someone other than the user or the subject, will cause them to become possessed by a need for sex for the next ten minutes. The same subject cannot be affected by this trait more than once. LvII = Secretions are now invisible to all but the user and the subject.
- “MANNERS MAKE THE WHORE”: Whenever the subject is impolite or otherwise violates social convention in front of three or more people, for the next hour their arousal is increased and their Charm and Intelligence is decreased by 1. LvII = The subject’s charm is now increased for every point of Intelligence is decreased by this and other traits. Additionally, the subjects who witness this subject violate social convention will believe they deserve to be punished, with the severity of the adequate imagined punishment depending on their SP score.
- “THE SEDUCER”: When the subject is attempting to seduce a straight woman for the user’s benefit, their Charm is perceived as twice as high. LvII = Once a subject has been seduced by this subject, their SP is considered 10 higher than normal for the purposes of following commands.
- “WHO WEARS THE PANTS?”: User picks one of the two subjects. While that subject is wearing masculine attire, they become more domineering and controlling of the other, molding them for the benefit of the user. Additionally, the non-selected subject will begin to feel more at home in traditionally feminine clothing. LvII (Costs 200) = The user can now determine if one or both subjects are traditionally feminine or masculine. Traditionally feminine subjects as determined by this trait receive a +2 bonus to Charm when seducing other subjects and traditionally masculine subjects as determined by this trait receive a +2 bonus to Might when overpowering other subjects.
“Pull over.” I ordered Bobbi.
“Wha-why?” She asked, even as she did as commanded, finding a fast-food restaurant parking lot to pull into.
“Because I’m having a shitty day and I only have an hour to make you cum as much as possible.” I said, unzipping my pants with one hand while I turned on Bobbi’s intelligence lock with the other.
“Now get sucking bitch.” I said, grabbing her right tit with one hand and yanking her over top of the gearshift so that she could begin paying me back for all her nasty comments earlier, while I slid my other finger down the back of her jeans and began squeezing her ass and playing with her cooch.
Thank you all for your support! It's been a rough month for me, but we should be back on schedule with three chapters instead of two next month.
