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CHAPTER 47 - BOBBI’S BIG BOUNCY BOOBIES & BUSTY BLONDE BIMBO BIOLOGIST + DICK HUNGRY HICK & COUSIN-FUCKER
🕑 Added 2023-08-29 18:08:35 +0000 UTCKAREN
Red. Dreamless sleep. And red. Swimming behind her eyes.
And red all over her ass.
Karen rolled over, again, still trying to get comfortable. She’d been stripped of her costume and put into a white jumpsuit. Like she was a felon. Like the hundreds of times she’d saved the world meant nothing.
Well, yes, she had assaulted someone and yes, she had caused thousands of dollars worth of damage. But it wasn’t her fault. Kara had goaded her into it. Diana knew it too. She’d used the lasso on Karen to confirm it.
Well, Karen was not going to be Kara’s whipping girl. As soon as she got out of here, she was going to make that bitch pay. Only this time, it’d be a little subtler than before.
“Karen?”
Karen shifted and relaxed when she saw M’gann in the doorway of the cell.
“Oh, hey…”
M’gann opened the force field door, stepping inside. “I thought someone should check on you.”
Karen turned away. “If you’re not here to let me out, then you can leave. I’m sick of hearing how hard this is for everyone but me.”
“Of course it is hard.” M’gann began. She closed her eyes. “Even without looking in your mind, I can feel how much this hurts from the other side of the station…”
“Spare me your fucking sympathy okay?” Karen said, twisting back to face M’gann. “You didn’t speak up when Diana was thrashing my ass, okay? So you can fuck right off with that shit. You bend over for her like everybody else.”
M’gann lowered her gaze. “I am not as strong as you, Karen. But even I know that anger is never an excuse to lash out blindly. Humans are fragile. It’s our job to protect them. You didn’t just remind them of their own fragility…you put them in danger. I thought you’d understand that…I suppose I was being too optimistic.”
Karen watched her turn away and screamed, pounding her fist against the metal wall beside her. “I’m not the only one who made mistakes! Zatanna mind-wiped Bruce! You put Raven in a coma! Not to mention, it’s thanks to Diana that Clark is dead.”
M’gann paused and beside her, there was a ripple in the air. Then Hades’ helmet had been removed and Diana was suddenly standing beside M’gann.
“I knew you were a spoiled brat.” Diana said to Karen’s shocked silence. “I just didn’t realize you were a narcissist too.”
“No, I-Diana, I-!”
Diana turned and put a hand on M’gann’s shoulder. M’gann couldn’t cry, not unless she altered her biology to be able to do so. But she would have been crying as she met Diana’s gaze, if she were human.
“You did well to bring this matter to my attention.” Diana said, before stepping out of the cell.
M’gann glanced back at Karen once, before shaking her head and closing the door behind her.
GERRY
I went with both Bimbofication traits for Bobbi. The idea of turning her from a bombshell super-spy to a blonde airhead after she’d kicked my ass held no small appeal. I still wasn’t sure how I’d use her newfound prowess with chemistry, but I then I hadn’t been sure how useful half of these traits were until they were triggered.
For Kara it was a harder to choose. I liked the idea of her going all country when she was turned on. I wasn’t sure if the second trait I chose, the incest one, would help me take control of Power Girl easier, since they weren’t technically related. Still, any trait which gave a chance to quadruple my gains faster had to be worth it.
I needed time to think. My first instinct was to return to National City and bring Kate, Peggy and Elizabeth up to +100 so that I could get the rest of the subject specific traits. Still, that would be divvying up my time between three subjects, for very little individual SP. I had to figure out what I was gonna do with Bobbi before Cassie arrived here tomorrow. I wanted to keep working on her, to bring her to +75 in one day so I’d receive her final lock. Simultaneously, I knew that I’d left Elizabeth waiting to hear back from me and that by now, Maria was probably making a fool of herself in front of everybody at S.H.I.E.L.D.
I pulled out my phone and quickly looked up “Olympian” (which had to be one of the dumbest super-hero names I’d ever heard). She was at -26. I stared at the picture of her in the App’s database. She was a longer haired, slightly more buxom and slightly more muscular version of Kara. Not long ago I’d have been overjoyed to know her secret identity.
I’d have to ask Kara and Kate for more information about her. Figure out what I could do to lure her into my trap. Of course, I was itching to try out Kate’s “Seducer” trait, but I wasn’t sure how Cassie would take to it after she’d been the one to bring Kate in. Maybe if both Kara and Kate started macking on her she’d get distracted…there was no way she chose to become Wonder Woman’s ward if she wasn’t a least a little intrigued by the Amazon lesbian lifestyle.
But even then what would I do with her? Just repeat what I’d done with Kate and have Kara overpower her mid-coitus? I didn’t like the idea of it, not when I hadn’t unlocked any traits on her, not when I didn’t know anything about her to use to my advantage. Plus I already had one blonde tied up in this place and while I did have the Super-bots to back me up in case Cassie turned out to be Kara’s equal, a fight between two brats that powerful could get very messy, very fast.
No, I needed access to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s files again. The stuff they’d had on Kate had been eye-opening. They were bound to have something on Cassie too, stuff that even Kate and Kara wouldn’t know. The only problem was getting access. With my newfound intelligence boosting, I could hack into their system much easier. But the files that I wanted were in physical form. And after Bobbi’s sudden disappearance, the whole building would likely be on high alert.
Luckily, I had two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents already that were fully devoted to me. And a third one who happened to be exactly who I needed to lure Maria out of her nest.
I walked back to where Bobbi was still getting fucked and took a moment to take her in. She was taller than Kara, but shorter than Kate, and bustier than both of them. I was guessing that before I’d upgraded her assets they’d been C-cups. I’m not ashamed to admit it was a little hard to tell, what with them flopping about as she got ass-drilled by her automatic partner.
She had a soft face though. I’m guessing that’s was a result of her little sip from the fountain of youth. Her hair was longer than Kara’s, falling past her shoulders and sticking to her collar bone and chest from the sweat. And her eyes were a dark blue instead of light. I imagined an alternate universe where she’d never interrupted me and Peggy’s slumber party with Elizabeth, a world where I’d been able to take my time on her, wearing her down.
She was a tougher nut to crack though, then Elizabeth or Peggy. She’d outright refused to give me a chance to get inside her head. I’d have to read about her file too, once I had Maria under my thrall. Figure out what really got under her skin and use to uproot her sense of self.
“Turn…it…off…” She moaned. I couldn’t tell if it was a demand or plea. Perhaps a little bit of both. Despite everything she still had a tightness to her face. Like Peggy she must have been so exposed to the degradation of the human soul that this torment, while innovative was not necessarily as mind-scrambling as I’d hoped.
She still appeared to have some semblance of awareness.
I remembered though that she was at +2. According to the descriptions of the levels of SP in the App, that meant she currently considered me the dominant one in the relationship. I still had no doubt that she’d shoot me where I stood though, if she had a gun in her hand. Like Kate, she had an iron will.
But Kate had already caved to my desires again and again. Bobbi would come to with time.
“One thing first,” I said, pulling out Bobbi’s phone, the phone I’d taken from her sports car. “I need you to record a message telling your boss, Miss Hill, that you found the mole in S.H.I.E.L.D. and that you need her to come alone to a specific address.”
Bobbi glared at me and I raised an eyebrow. I stepped closer, grabbing one of her thick pink tits and twisting it slightly. Pleasure and pain flooded her exhausted mind and resistance fled her form.
“F-fine. Give me the phone.” She said.
No points, huh? I suppose the command wasn’t directly humiliating, still…something felt off about this. I loosened my grip and began to gently stroke Bobbi’s right nipple instead. That got an actual moan out of her. She was so hyper-sensitive from all the forced climaxes Kate had heaped upon her, that just this was bringing her close again to that painful peak.
“No.” I said as she twisted beneath my hand, her eyes rolling deliriously back into her head. “I’ll hold the phone and you’ll speak into it. And remember, it's a recording, so there’s no point in begging for help.”
Bobbi just nodded slowly.
SHARON
Maria wouldn’t give her any answers. Bobbi was missing and Peggy was the last person she wanted to discuss the state of S.H.I.E.L.D. with at the moment.
And that left Agent Bishop.
Sharon needed to know what the fuck was going on and she wasn’t about to be scared off from it by whatever was wrong with Elizabeth right now. That didn’t mean she didn’t bring a taser with her, as she knocked on the front door.
Elizabeth had grown up in luxury and her current abode was reflection of just that, a nouveau riche industrial mansion of glass and metal, filled exercise equipment and with ample access to a pool and nearby archery range.
Sharon had only visited the location once before and when she had, she’d found Elizabeth in an undershirt, soaked with sweat.
This time Elizabeth was fully dressed, something Sharon appreciated given the circumstances. But the overconfident young woman she’d become accustomed to bossing around was gone, replaced by a meek, almost desperate looking waif.
“Deputy Director Carter…I wanted to apologize…for what I said earlier-”
“There’s no time!” Sharon shoved open the door and brushed past her. “You need to tell me what’s going on, right now. I have a record that you called Maria last night on her personal line, now I know that the call itself wasn’t monitored-”
“I’m sorry, Miss Carter but I can’t tell you what I told her.” Elizabeth said, shaking her head.
“Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what Maria is doing right now? She tried to lock down the entire building. She’s quarantined herself in her office and she won’t speak with anyone. Now tell me what the fuck is going on!”
Elizabeth stared at the floor and then shook her head. “No, I…no…I-I can’t…”
“I am your superior, you little shit!” Sharon insisted, grabbing Elizabeth’s hand. “And I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is you fucking said to her last night.”
Elizabeth kept looking away. Then she easily broke Sharon’s grip and wrapped both hands around her lower back, pulling her into a kiss.
“I am a little shit…” Elizabeth said, as she pulled away from the shocked Sharon and began to press kisses along her jaw and then down her neck. “I’m so, so sorry for being such a shitty spy…such a spoiled brat…please…let me apologize properly…” Elizabeth said, grabbing the zipper in the front of Sharon’s jacket and starting to drag it down with an eager and adoring look in her eyes.
“Get your hands off me!!” Sharon shouted, shoving Elizabeth back and causing her to land harshly on her ass. “Stay the fuck away from me, you stupid slut!”
Sharon swore she saw Elizabeth pressing her knees together and squeezing her thighs after the insult, before rolling forward and tackling Sharon to the ground.
“You’re right…” Elizabeth said, grabbing Sharon’s jeans and unzipping them. “I’m so stupid…I’m so slutty…just a stupid, slutty, shitty spoiled brat…I shouldn’t even be a spy…I should be a slut..please use me…please use my mouth…let me apologize with my stupid, slutty mouth.”
Sharon watched Elizabeth’s deranged arousal in horror. She’d always counted herself in the top 20% of spies in S.H.I.E.L.D. in terms of physical prowess. No, she could never beat her grandmother, a fact that she had to work hard not to dwell upon. But still, she prided herself on being more in shape than Maria was.
But Elizabeth was in the top 10%. She shot arrows so quickly that it gave the impression the job was easy. But her forearms rippled with muscle from thousands of hours of Olympian level practice and if she noticed Sharon’s feeble, shocked attempts to discourage them, she failed to show it.
“Get off! Get off! You fucking freak!” Sharon tried to shove Elizabeth off, but Elizabeth just took her wrist and nuzzled her knuckles.
“Yes…yes…I am such freak…stupid, slutty freak…I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” Elizabeth tugged down Sharon’s jeans and began interrupting her repetitious apology by peppering her Sharon’s toned stomach and pale thighs with more kisses, growing wetter and bolder as she drew closer to the Sharon’s black lace panties.
“Am I interrupting something?”
They both looked up to see a woman in a tight black spy-suit, with flaming red hair and blue eyes like daggers.
Sharon shoved Elizabeth off and pulled up her pants, trying to fix her zipper and belt buckle. “Arrest her!” Sharon snarled, pointing at Elizabeth.
Natalie Romanova aka Natasha Romanoff aka The Black Widow, glanced at Elizabeth and then back at Sharon. “Is Manheim here?” She asked, her expression as neutral as ever.
Elizabeth looked at Sharon as if for guidance and Sharon shook her head.
Natasha nodded, glanced around the room one last time. “If either of you find him, please alert Maria immediately.”
With that she walked out and Sharon used the distraction to scramble out from Elizabeth’s grasp and rush out the front door after her.
Natasha was almost to her motorcycle when Sharon caught her. “What does Maria want with Dr. Manheim? I thought he was treating Peggy’s depression.”
Natasha gave her a look that said everything and then climbed onto the bike, pulling her helmet over her face and squealing off down the street.
Sharon glanced back at Elizabeth’s house and then hurried to her car. Maria had brought Natasha out of retirement to kill a psychologist? She had lost her mind and she needed to be taken out before she compromised them all.
GERRY
I had Kara drop me and Kate off in National City, along with Bobbi’s car. Kara looked so disappointed at not being able to be around me that I almost invited her to join us, but I someone to stay at the Fortress and make sure that Bobbi didn’t pull any spy shit.
When we arrived at Peggy’s cottage, I could see recognition in Kate’s eyes. I gave her a questioning look, waiting to see if she was going to give me any backtalk, but she just sulked like a moody teenager. I was going to have to buy her some gifts soon because this pissed dyke attitude was cramping my fucking style.
The door was open before I’d even got a chance to knock and Peggy’s tree-trunk arms were wrapped around me and pulling me into an almost painful hug.
“You’re back…” She whispered in my ear. It was almost seductive, but there was too much relief in her voice. Being almost completely devoted to me, she really didn’t have anything else to do but wait around for my attention and seek my approval.
I smiled. “That’s right. And I brought a friend.”
Peggy’s eyes narrowed when she noticed Kate and Kate looked less than happy to be in the presence of the woman who’d spanked her while insulting her heritage and sexuality.
“How about some tea?” I asked as the two glared daggers at each other.
Peggy was more than happy to welcome me into her, much emptier, but also sparkling clean abode. Her wifely instincts must have gone into overdrive during my absence. Plus she was under house arrest so it wasn’t like there was anything else she could have done.
Without the 1940s paraphernalia cluttering the place, the cottage was a lot less homey than I’d remembered. The sparse decorations also made me realize how small it was, as a home, and understanding that this was what S.H.I.E.L.D. had given Peggy for her service, after all the PTSD BS she’d gone through to save their asses, only inflamed my desire to bring Maria to heel.
I buried that rage for the moment though. I knew I was getting too sentimental about my newfound slaves, but I also knew that my hatred could fuel new and creative ways to punish and manipulate, provided I didn’t let it sway my decision making process.
“So, I know how much you want to retire.” I said, once my tea had been poured, the cream had been added and Peggy had stirred the adequate lumps of sugar into it.
She nodded, eagerly watching as I sipped the tea (she’d even cooled it for me by blowing on it before handing it off too me, which had gotten an eye-roll out of Kate).
I put down the cup, trying not to show how delighted I was by her subservience and took the opportunity to place my hand onto Kate’s thigh and further foment dissension between the two of them. “But obviously, I can’t allow you to do that until you’ve helped me help Maria and Sharon, the same way that we helped Elizabeth.”
Peggy glared at where my hand was lingering, but then she bit her lip and nodded. She could be so cute sometimes, despite her stature.
“But Kate suggested I give you the next best thing…” I said, with a smile. “Marriage!”
Peggy’s whole face lit up. “I…I don’t know what to say, sir.”
“I know…” I began to stroke at Kate’s core, openly molesting her while I molested Peggy’s dreams. “You should give Kate a kiss for being nice enough to marry you!”
Peggy’s expression sunk. “I…I…what?”
Kate just stared at me in equal shock and horror. A few days ago both of them would have beaten me up for suggesting what I was about to force upon them both.
I smiled. “Well, it’s the perfect treatment for both of you. Being in a committed relationship with a woman will cure you of your lesbophobia and address Kate’s commitment issues.”
Peggy stared at me and then at Kate. She had been pretty easy going since I’d gaslit her into forgetting her shell-shock. But now I could see the bile rising in her throat, more nasty words ready to spew forth in utter repulsion at the unholy union.
Kate beat her to the punch, jumping to her feet and turning over her chair in the process. “Fuck you! There’s no way I’m marrying this bitch!”
Peggy relaxed slightly, then her hands tensed.
I stared down Kate. “Oh please…I saw you with Bobbi…I saw the look on your face while Kara was fucking a robot version of her cousin…” Kate’s glare faltered. “Admit it, Katiekins. You’re just as twisted as I am. You want to torture Captain Carter and I am giving you a golden opportunity to do so.”
Kate glanced at Peggy and then back at me. “Nuh-no! I-I did everything you wanted…but I won’t do this…that…that’s too far!”
Peggy grabbed Kate’s scalp, making her eyes grow wide with pain. “How dare you talk back like that!”
“Let her go.” I instructed and Peggy reluctantly released her grip before the cat-fight could truly begin. Kate snarled at Peggy and then glared at me.
“Why? What do you even gain from making us do this?” Kate demanded.
“I’m not making you do anything.” I answered. “You didn’t have to help me torment Bobbi. You didn’t have to give me dirt about Kara. You didn’t have to blow me while Kara was getting fucked either. You wanted to. You did it because you wanted me to be happy.”
Kate just stared at me and then at Peggy again. Peggy, who was staring at her hands, crossed in front of her apron. “Fine! Fucking fine!” Kate announced, stomping out the room and punching one of the foyer walls multiple times as she passed it. (KATE: +1SP)(94SP)
I turned to Peggy. “I won’t make you go through with it either.” I said, picking up the tea and taking a sip. “It was just a suggestion after all.”
Peggy shook her head. “I…I just thought…it doesn’t matter.” She raised her head and met my eyes. “If…if it’s what you think is best…if it will make you happy…” She choked for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll do it.” (PEGGY: +1SP)(100SP)
I grinned. Two birds, one stone.
“Well, then, we had better do some shopping.” I said, standing back up.
LOIS
Lois stared out the window of the plane, watching the sunlight shift across America’s heartland, as she headed toward National City. She still imagined she saw him sometimes, zipping across the surface of the clouds, waving at her.
“Lois! I didn’t expect to find you in business class!”
It was a high pitched, annoying voice, one which Lois wished she could just ignore. With a sigh she turned to face Vicki Vale, the redheaded bombshell who had slept with half of Gotham. Neither of them were as young as they’d once been, but Vicki still carried herself with the energy of a younger woman.
“Hello, Vicki. I assume you’re headed to National City to cover the Supergirl story.” Lois asked, remaining impassive. She refused to rise to the bait of this air-headed excuse for a reporter.
Vicki grinned. “Oh…something like that…” She leaned across the empty seats between Lois and the aisle. “I got a tip that Supergirl showed up in an adult toy store dressed like an over-sexed cosplayer. But of course, you wouldn’t be interested in a story like that, would you Lois?”
Lois’ face tightened. “Some of us have standards Vicki.”
Vicki rolled her eyes. “Yeah and some of us have bias.” With that she turned away with a grin.
Lois scowled after her. It was women like Vicki who’d made it so difficult to be a journalist.
Still, her last words gnawed at her. She glanced down at her phone, where she’d first listened to the recording of Kara. The recording where, if Lois didn’t know better, she could swear that Kara had called her while being fucked. Of course, it could have been some kind deep-fake. The technology needed to replicate someone’s voice had become easily accessible almost ten years ago and between holograms and illusions, the public needed nothing short of a landslide of information to confirm the existence of an event these days.
However, Kara’s message, combined with Vicki’s “tip” meant one of two things. Either someone was trying to ruin Kara’s reputation, possibly some psycho-fan of Power Girl. Or…Kara had experienced some kind of mental breakdown. Lois could hardly blame the girl after she was almost murdered in public by her own duplicate (especially with how conservative and kind she’d been over the years).
But the possibility…disturbed her. First Power Girl lost her mind. Then Kara? Either one of them had the power to cause mass destruction. Both could tear through the super-heroine community like hot knives through butter if they truly tried to destroy each other.
And Diana, surprise, surprise, wasn’t answering any phone calls.
Lois glanced back out the window, drawing her finger tips across the cool plastic. “Oh, Clark…why’d you have to go? We still need you…”
GERRY
They shouldn’t have been anything, individually. A candy ring pop, the kind you would do anything for when you were seven. A black t-shirt with “DADDY ISSUES” on it. A tube of pink lip-gloss that definitely did anything but compliment Kate’s complexion.
All purchased with money from her bank account.
She should have been too furious to accept any of them. Instead, each utterly worthless object was received with the excitement of a Christmas gift. I’d anticipated taking joy in seeing her stern facade replaced with absolute admiration. But I’d failed to calculate just how oddly wholesome it was, to see the severe features of Batwoman herself crumble and soften at the most superficial courtesies.
Seeing her pain swept away so easily, just as Peggy’s had been, it almost made me jealous of her. It almost made me want to stop this all and settle down with the bitches I’d already tamed. There were worse things in this world than having a harem of incredibly intelligent and strong (not to mention attractive) women doting on you.
But then I thought of what she had been, before I had taken control. What her father and what this country had turned her into. The perfect soldier. A big, battered ball of meat eager to die.
I thought of my father, choking to death for the last three weeks of his life.
Heroines like Kate had access to insurmountable wealth, incredible technology, reality-shattering magics and undeniable abilities. They could have fixed the world a long time ago, if they had really wanted to. They would have fixed the world already if they were going to. Instead they seemed to revel in outdated notions of sacrifice and justice and worst of all…humanism…all while the planet rotted beneath their feet.
No, Kate was just the first of many. I’d eat my hat if every single one of her little bat family wasn’t just as traumatized and unhappy as she was. And if it took the rest of my life, I would figure out how to save them just as I had saved Kara and Peggy already.
Kate was practically skipping alongside me and Peggy, her little tits bouncing against the tight cotton of the too-small t-shirt. She was over forty, almost as old as Peggy, but in that moment she could have been mistaken for a naive high schooler.
She paused though when she saw what our latest stop was, slowly removing her sparkly pink lips from the ruby red candy of the ring. She glanced at me.
“You deserve something as pretty as you to celebrate.” I said.
She blushed. “Th-thanks.” She managed to get out, while Peggy glared back at the both of us.
Taking her into the jewelry store, I led her to the section with rings and after careful consideration, selected the gaudiest, pinkest sapphire I could find, in a silver heart-shaped ring. As I checked out with it, I checked the App to see what bringing Peggy to 100 SP had gotten me.
I was not disappointed.
SUBJECT TRAIT UNLOCKED: SUPER-SPERM FORMULA
When a subject ingests your semen, their libido will permanently become more active.
Well, I could definitely see how that could be handy. The concept was so interesting I almost wanted to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and then test it out on either Kate or Peggy. But I stopped myself, instead focusing on the next alert.
New multi-subject trait unlocked!
PEGGY & KATE - ROUTE A: ROLEPLAY or 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. WARNING! Costs twice as much to upgrade as normal due to affecting two subjects.
PEGGY & KATE - ROUTE B: CUCKQUEAN or DEAR JOHN
User picks one of the two subjects. That subject is now more interested in having intercourse with anyone but the other subject affected by this trait. Simultaneously, the interest of the non-selected subject in the selected subject is doubled. WARNING! Costs twice as much to upgrade as normal due to affecting two subjects.
Well, that was quick. One day, when I wasn’t so busy, I was going to need to find out whatever psychic software was wired into this thing so that it could respond to events around it.
Both of those traits seemed more aesthetic than necessarily useful. I also was unsure how the alterations caused by these traits might affect changes in behavior due to other traits I’d unlocked. For instance, would the second of the two counteract Peggy’s dislike of Kate due to her being a lesbian if I selected Kate with it? Would it increase Kate’s attraction to me by proxy?
Well, I could always sell them if something went wrong.
I stuffed my phone in my pocket and picked up the immaculately wrapped piece of jewelry.
“Ummm…sir, is that for me?” Kate looked so hopeful I had to nod.
“Can…can I have it?” She asked, still staring at the little paper bag in which I was carrying it.
“Not yet...” I said with a smirk.
Our next stop was a tattoo parlor/piercing shop, one in an especially slimey neighborhood on the opposite side of town from the mall where I’d picked up Kate’s gifts. Kate had finished off her ring-pop and I’d given her something else to practice on while Peggy drove us over there, ever the patient chauffeur.
I explained the situation to the girl who did the piercings and with more nervousness than reluctance, Kate submitted herself to getting the piercing I’d requested. (KATE: +1SP)(95SP)
I didn’t stay to watch, instead playing the recording I’d gotten of Bobbi for Peggy.
“Maria, I know who the mole is. Come to the docks at midnight tonight, solo.”
“If we’re being forced to send a message, we use the word ‘solo’ instead of ‘alone’, so that whoever gets the message knows to bring back up.” Peggy explained.
I couldn’t say I was much surprised. I’d known that Bobbi had caved too easily.
I smiled at Peggy, giving her a peck on the cheek, before turning my attention back to the recording. It was easy enough to edit out the word ‘solo’. It might take half an hour of adjustments to be sure it didn’t sound clipped, but that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was getting Bobbi to say ‘alone’. That would require waiting for Kara to pick me up and bring me back to the fortress, forcing Bobbi to say the word, splicing it in, having Kara fly me back to a place within range and judging from the amount of satellite tracking that S.H.I.E.L.D. had access to, probably calling from National City to make sure Maria didn’t know this was a trap.
However, I reminded myself that as the director of a spy organization, if she didn’t know who was a mole, she probably wasn’t planning on bringing a ton of people with her anyway. It was worth the gamble. If she came alone, on instinct, then this could be a chance to catch her, something that I needed if I was going to keep Bobbi under my thumb long enough to break her down (although that would be easier with Kara around to give her multiplier to SP).
I finished editing the message and sent it to Maria from Bobbi’s phone by the time that Kate had finished.
As soon as she was out of the back-room, I took her back to the car and made her show me and Peggy (who feigned interest for my benefit).
The ridiculously girly ring I’d just purchased for Kate was now piercing her clitoral hood, its lovely pink gemstone rubbing against her family jewels.
I knew then I had to fuck all sense out of her before we got to our next stop.
KARA
She hated being away from him. But she hated disobeying him more. So she sat in the cold, empty alien palace, patiently waiting for his return. All the while getting more and more heated at the thought of him fucking and punishing those stupid bitches back in National City.
Soon it would be Cassie’s turn. And Karen. If they played their cards right, she might be able to whip those fat udders of hers for his pleasure.
She had to stop herself from frigging uselessly in his absence. She couldn’t cum without him, so masturbating would serve as nothing more than self-imposed torture. Still, it was hard not to think of sex after all she’d been through over the past day and it was even harder not to think of Him.
She wasn’t sure why, but whenever she got turned on, she began thinking of her time in Smallville. Doing chores on the farm, dressing up in her faded jeans and breaking curfew to catch a film at the drive-in. Suddenly, the teenage nightmare of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, of letting cute guys grope her in hope one of them might figure out how to get her off, suddenly it took on an almost nostalgic note in her mind. She could feel all the old words creeping back into her vocabulary, the Kansas accent that she’d done her best to ignore infiltrating her voice. Suddenly she longed to be back there, skinny dipping in the summer, running half dressed through the woods waiting for Him to catch her.
He hadn’t been part of her life before she moved to National City. But she wanted to show those old haunts to him, to fuck him like the trailer trash tramp he knew she was and tell him how god-awful she felt when he weren’t aroun’ to pluck her flower and plow her ass.
There was a clatter that shook the entire building and she was shocked out of her erotic delirium by the dissonant reverberation of a fist striking the fortress door like a battering ram. The haze of country fried horniness faded from her mind and she felt a sense of disappointment as complex notions of responsibility and respectability returned to her.
Jumping to her feet, Kara used her X-ray vision to stare through the five-foot thick metal of the door. She was unsurprised to see Diana standing out there in the snow, looking pants-shittingly pissed. The white of the arctic only emphasized her tanned complexion and her steely blue eyes were as cold as the distant, half-shadowed glaciers on the horizon. Her curly black hair whipped across her unprotected shoulders at the shrieking sleet-soaked drafts.
Flying at super-speed to the Trophy Room, Kara swapped out her cum-stained mess of a costume for one of her old outfits, a classic red and blue affair with a longer cape and yellow accents on the boots, and stuffed the fetish outfit someplace that Diana was unlikely to come across on her first look around.
Then she blasted back to the front door, dragging it open just in time to avoid Diana having to knock a second time.
“Hello, Kara.” Diana looked her up and down and Kara worried for a moment that she could see the slime beneath, the sweat-soaked slut she’d been reduced to only a few hours previously.
Then Diana stepped past her, glancing around the massive icy cavern as if looking for something.
“I assume you’re here about Kate…” Kara began.
Diana turned to glance at her and nodded. “You told Cassie she was sick.”
“Yeah, with a virus that increases aggression. She’s not here though. She’s with a doctor. He’s been treating her for the past few hours.”
Diana’s eyes narrowed. “And his name would be?”
“Uh…Manheim. Dr. Manheim, he uh, well we actually met through Amazo Labs.” Inspiration struck, slightly too late, but too beautiful to pass up. Kara suddenly knew how she’d get Karen under Gerry’s thumb. “He says that the disease may be an STD.”
Diana frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t exactly follow.”
Kara coughed. “You know…sexually transmitted.”
Diana’s eyebrows lifted, minimally. “I see.”
“Yeah, see, he thinks that it might be Kryptonian in origin, that’s why normal medicine won’t cure it. But I don’t want to spread rumors if we’re not sure.”
“What do you mean?” Diana stepped closer.
“Well, when Kate…attacked me, she mentioned something about Karen…raping her?”
Diana’s eyes widened. “Really.”
“I know, I didn’t believe it either, even after what Karen almost did to me…but Dr. Manheim said that the virus doesn’t just increase aggression, it can induce extreme sexual excitement. It’s possible that Kate actually mistook me for Karen when she attacked me…”
Diana looked away. “And what is the treatment for this contagion?”
“I’m not actually sure, Dr. Manheim tried to explain it to me but it just went over my head.” Kara said with a shrug. “You’d have to talk to him…I could tell him you want to speak with him. I understand if you’ll have to vet him before he can treat Karen…I’m just worried that she might hurt herself or someone else if she doesn’t get treatment soon. We don’t know yet how lethal the virus can be.”
Diana moved closer, leaning down to eye-level. “Why didn’t you contact the League after Kate assaulted you?”
I swallowed. “Well, you guys didn’t seem to believe me about Karen…you acted like it was partially my fault what happened in Metropolis. And…to be honest, I was scared. I didn’t know who I could trust after two of members of the League tried to kill me. But I knew Dr. Manheim couldn’t be infected…because Karen would never go for a guy like him.”
Diana raised an eyebrow again. Then she turned away, sauntering back in the direction of the doorway. “Where is this Manheim you speak of?”
“You can’t contact him, not right now. He’s deep in chemical therapy with Kate. But I will tell him you stopped by as soon as he’s done and we can set something up.” Kara said, zipping over to the doorway alongside her.
Diana glanced at her one last time and then nodded, before stepping out into the snow.
MARIA
She’d gotten the message. It was the perfect place to meet. After dark, the lanes of cotton candy stalls and gift shops were empty. And the wind coming off the water and the lapping of the waves distorted any bugs which might be present.
Still, she eyed each passing homeless person carefully. The washed up dregs of society, condemned to this sunken place. Any one of them could be an assassin, a skrull in disguise. Any one of them could have intercepted Bobbi on her way here, stolen whatever information she’d been carrying and come to finish the job with Maria.
She’d come alone. Not only because she didn’t know if the person she brought with her might be a traitor but because she hated the idea of embarrassing herself any further in front of her subordinates.
In one pocket she held a panic beacon, ready to signal for help at the first sign of trouble. In the other, a derringer powerful enough to punch a hole through a tank.
Her dark eyes swept the rubbish-stuffed alleyways and salt-spattered sidewalks, searching for the slightest hint of aggression or comradery in the wandering souls who stumbled past her purposefully selected vantage point.
Then she saw her, a woman with yellow hair just past the shoulders, her face masked by night goggles and a scarf drawn tightly over her mouth and nose. In one hand, she carried a briefcase.
“Could you have been any more conspicuous?” Maria snarked, still ready for the outfit to come apart and a knife to come screaming toward her.
The figure, who could have been mistaken as a look-alike for the James Whale’s Invisible Man, lifted the suitcase and opened it with a snap. Maria gripped the derringer, ready for the suitcase to contain a nest of hissing vipers or the blinding light of some long lost magical artifact.
She never got to see what was in the suitcase though, because a gloved hand, containing a ether soaked rag was being pressed into her nose.
A statuesque redhead had crawled up from beneath the dock without a sound and was now gripping her tight against the dock railing. The blond wig fell away and a woman who was definitely not Bobbi grinned at Maria as she flailed with surprise against the iron grip of her captor.
She just had time to press the beacon button before everything went cloudy.
I know many of you were looking forward to more Karen in this chapter. Rest assured I have heard you and she will be a prominent subject in the coming chapters, along with Maria. Thank you for all your support:
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