Chapter 53: Working on Karen

KAREN

“You want me to strip…in front of her?” Karen glanced at Kara. Kara was smirking, like this was all completely normal.

“Yes, I’ll need her assistance to examine you,” Manheim said.

Karen pulled away slightly, noticing suddenly that Lois was no longer around. “I-I don’t think so…”

“Oh, c’mon, Ker,” Kara said, with a challenging smile. “It’s just us girls here. And it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…” Her eyes dwelled temporarily on Karen’s chest. “…more or less.”

Karen shuddered a little under that gaze. She’d never seen Kara look so…thirsty. Was this whole thing just an excuse to lure her into a fucked-up threesome? Of course, Karen had been the one to come onto Kara’s boyfriend…she couldn’t blame them for that. Was this another hallucination? Kara had never shown any interest in sleeping with her before, despite years of Karen’s uninterrupted negging. Of course, Karen had never flirted with the assumption that Kara would reciprocate those weird, jealousy-attraction feelings. She’d only done it because Kara was so tight-laced, she knew it would get on her nerves.

Now that she was faced with the possibility of exposing herself in front of Kara and her boyfriend, she was confused, stunned, and aroused.

She couldn’t let Kara, whose near-death experiences had apparently sexually liberated her, win this little sexy duel of theirs. Then Manheim would start complimenting her again and ignoring Karen. And people weren’t allowed to ignore Karen.

Digging her hand into her boob window, she tugged down, her full breasts bouncing up into view. (KAREN: +20 SP)(-29SP) She smirked as Manheim was unable to disguise his interest. She was a goddess, the kind of woman that men would have gone to war over in another age. She was as curvy as any model, without any of the bulimia and scoliosis. And she was strong enough to crush diamonds between her thighs. People (flat-chested bitches mostly) hated her for how beautiful she was and for how unabashed she was about having a libido. She was a better version of this man’s girlfriend, in every way, and right now she could tell he was seconds away from slobbering all over her tits.

That made it all the more pathetic that he would remain just as incapable of satisfying her as every man was.

With a few more seconds of stretching and tugging on the white spandex covering her glorious body, accompanied by lots of lovely flouncing and bouncing, she was completely naked. Her flawless abs led down to her well-groomed cooch, the perfect tuft of platinum hair above her seductively smooth slit. She thrust her forward, her gloves still on each hand. Whatever happened next, she refused to let them see her ashamed.

“Thank you, Karen,” Manheim said, dragging himself away from the perfect view and handing her a little bottle of clear, viscous liquid. “I rub this on your shoulders please.”

Taking the bottle, she met Kara’s gaze as she did as commanded. It was…stickier than she’d anticipated but it had soon evaporated into her pores. Her need for what she was certain was about to happen between the three of them only grew.

Kara stepped between them, running her fingers along Karen’s hips and up the curve of her stomach. Then she leaned close and Karen got a little thrill that Kara had to stand on her tippy-toes just to be eye to eye with her.

“I knew you was easy…” Kara said. Her voice had changed suddenly, to a sultry, southern slut and Karen felt her hands tighten around the edge of each of her shoulder blades. “…I can’t wait to find out how easy you are…”

Karen had never been sexually intimidated before. She didn’t like the feeling. So she grabbed the back of Kara’s head and stuffed her into her cleavage.

“Shut up and show Mommy some love.” She said, holding her counterpart there until she slowly began to kiss up Karen’s clavicle.

“If you ladies are done, I need to scan you,” Manheim said with a cough.

Karen could see he was sporting a boner. Who wouldn’t be? He had the most beautiful woman in the world, and Kara in front of him, both of them begging to be fucked. He’d have to beg for the pleasure though. Yes, she might be a whore, but she wasn’t a slut.

“Are we really doing that? I thought that was just an excuse to get rid of Lois.” Karen said, digging her fingers into Kara’s longer hair and letting out a little hitch of breath as Kara’s fingers lowered to cup her plentiful ass.

Kara pulled away and grinned up between the valley of Karen’s teats. “Course we are…don’t worry, you hussy, we’ll use you nice and hard, just like you want once it’s over…”

With that, she let go with one hand long enough to give Karen a little smack on the ass and used the other to drag her over to Manheim.

Manheim pulled out some little device that Karen had never seen before, even in her long years absorbing all of Krypton’s history. Maybe it was from this universe’s version of Krypton. Or maybe he was smarter than she’d given him credit for.

He ran it up and down her body and the crystal hummed and beeped periodically, a red glow extending from the chunk. Then, as it reached her lower back, the beeping increased in pace and the glow became continuous.

“As I suspected…you are still infected, Karen. Which means you are still dangerous.”

She sighed. “Oh. Okay…” She wanted to say “Does that mean we can’t have sex?”

“I’m going to have to ask you to wear this.” He said and Karen almost shrieked in surprise as a form brushed past her carrying a tray.

She relaxed when she recognized it was just one of the Super-bots. It was carrying on the tray a little stone and crystal ring.

“I’ve calibrated it to suppress your powers, but not affect Kara’s.” He said, scooping the ring off the tray with one hand and lifting it into view.

Normally, Karen would have used her micro-vision to analyze the molecular structure of the ring. But at that exact moment, her powers vanished.

She was suddenly, incredibly cold.

“I-I duh-duh-don’t…” She hugged herself, unable to stop her teeth chattering.

Kara wrapped her arms around her. “It’s okay, we’ll keep you nice and warm, all you have to do is put the ring on.”

Karen glanced back at her and felt the warmth of Kara’s hand snake between her thighs.

“Put it on,” Manheim instructed. He wasn’t staring at her tits now, he was staring into her eyes. And he was smiling. He was more turned on by her now than when she had stripped.

She knew then that she shouldn’t do what he said, not when he’d taken away her powers without telling her. But she also knew she couldn’t stand here, arguing with him, when she was minutes away from freezing to death.

She grabbed the ring and shoved it down her right-hand ringer finger with a *POP!*

“Kara, go get Karen something to wear, won’t you?” Manheim asked.

Kara was gone and back in less than a second and Karen was covered in fur. Fur boots, a fur coat, wool socks, and a thick scarf tied around her neck. Her hands were brushing up and down Karen as well, using friction to spread warmth back into her bones.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” Manheim said, grabbing the scarf and making her stumble to one knee to avoid choking.

“Hmmm…she’s just like all the rest…” Kara said, nuzzling Karen’s cheek with her own. “Without her powers, she’s just another cheap fuck…eager to please…”

“Kara!? What’s going on?!” Karen asked. She let out a sound as Manheim pulled again on the scarf, harder this time. She reached up to untangle the makeshift noose of cotton, but Kara grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

“Don’t be scared sugah…Daddy just wants to show ya what ya really are…” Kara said.

“You thought you could get away with no punishment…after what you did?” Manheim said, yanking open Karen’s coat to expose her still uncovered sweater puppies. He grabbed one hard nipple and twisted until Karen squealed.

“Aww…she got a punishment alright,” Kara said, reaching her hand under the coat and rubbing Karen’s thighs. “I reckon Diana gave her an ass whuppin’ after the disaster she caused…”

“Is that so?” Manheim smacked the spot he’d just twisted with one hand, while with the other he tugged hard on the scarf.

“Yeah…she’s a regular hardass…she says it shows we love and trust her…I think she just loves the rest of us exposin’ ourselves for her…”

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that. Give her a taste of her own medicine.” Manheim said, spreading Karen’s chest with two fingers and then letting the two smack together. “How does anyone take this bitch seriously with jugs like these?”

Kara laughed and it was deafening in Karen’s ears, rich not of bitterness or jealousy, but delight. “Honestly…we don’t. She struts around like she’s somethin’ special, but she’s really just a worse version a’me. The only reason folks abide her horseshit is cause a’her powers…and you just took those away.”

“I wanted her to feel how you did,” Manheim said, twisting the scarf to tighten his grip and then releasing to Karen cough and hack. “After what she did.”

“Aw, thank you. But I’da done it again in a heartbeat for you…” Kara said. Then she grabbed Karen’s rack. “So, what do you want to do with her? Hog-tie her up now that she’s helpless? Whip these udders of her, until she’s all hoarse from screamin’?” She grinned up at the Super-bot still standing beside Manheim waiting for its next order. “Make her fuck herself and her cousin at once…”

Manheim reached down, grabbing Karen’s hair and shoving her head onto the floor, then reaching out to cup Kara’s cheek. “Whatever you want Kara…you know how to entertain me…”

Kara melted into his palm. “Aw, please Daddy…I ain’t as smart as y’all. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

He laughed a little as he pressed his shoe to Karen’s face, pressing her cheeks against the icy ground. “I liked you saying she’s got udders. Treat her like livestock, make her moo for me.”

Kara grinned. Then all that Karen saw was a blur of motion, then she was being thrown back at Manheim’s feet. She tried to get up, reeling with nausea, but he directed the Super-bot to grab her head and hold her down. The robotic hand closed around her scalp, holding her steady as she struggled to get free and stand.

She heard something clinking and scraping the ice, then the familiar creak of metal being bent under super-strength.

“Ya know what this is?” Kara asked as she lowered something round and metallic into Karen’s view. It was a bit of pig iron, bent and twisted all together at the end of a metal bar. It took her a second to recognize the hieroglyph that Kara had created from the metal, the awful, jagged W-shape that had been banned as obscene by the time the two of them had been born.

“As ya know, Daddy, the symbol I wear is a Kryptonian symbol of hope,” Kara said. “This little cow we got here has been awful naughty, running around with no symbol on her chest, showing her fun bags off to anyone who cares to take a gander.”

Kara’s eyes flashed red with light and suddenly the bent metal turned bright red. Karen could feel its heat, so close to her face and she realized with mounting horror what it was that Kara was about to do.

“This here is a brand, city girl. It’s used to remind folks who a piece of livestock belongs to.” Kara said. “I figure since you like showin’ off those udders of yers so much, we might as well give ya somethin’ to show off.”

“What does it mean?” Manheim asked. A moment ago, he’d been communing with the Kryptonian computer. He should have known what the symbol was. The thought was a flash of contemplation though, in the wildfire of panic raging through her mind.

“You’d pronounce it as yee-kah. It represents Kryptonians who are so enslaved by their base nature…they’re nothing more than animals. They used to brand women with it, during the Gene Crisis, to make sure they’d never be mated with again.” Kara said, lowering the brand close to Karen’s chest.

“Every day you make me just a little bit more in love with you,” Manheim said.

Karen shivered and lifted her chest in his direction, beckoning him to compliment her finally. He smiled and knelt in front of her. “Now…moo, bitch.”

LOIS

Lois had been looking for clues when the blur of red and blue passed by her. She paused, momentarily uncertain of what it meant. If she interrupted whatever depraved things that man was doing with Kara and Karen…well, it might reignite whatever interest they had in her. On the other hand, she needed to know the truth. This might be her only chance to catch Manheim with his pants down…metaphorically speaking of course.

She eased her way, back the way she’d seen the Super-bot fly. She hated those things. They had Clark’s face, but they acted contrary to everything he’d stood for. Instead of caring about people, or values, all they did was follow whatever orders had been programmed into them. She couldn’t count the number of times Brainiac or Lex had turned them against Clark.

Still, he kept rebuilding them, better and better. They were pieces of his homeworld, as much a part of him as this fortress.

She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting to find. But Karen held down by one of the Super-Bots, while Kara threatened her with a gleaming hot brand was not one of them.

“Kara, I-” Karen tried to choke out, her hands trying to loosen her short blond curls from the grip of the android.

Manheim grabbed the scarf hanging between her exposed breasts and pulled hard on it. Karen screamed as the sudden movement almost caused her chest to drag along the edge of the molten metal.

“I won’t ask again.” He said as she choked, grabbing her breasts and trying desperately to hold them tight, away from Kara’s brand.

“Moooo! Moo!” She called, tears streaming down her face. (KAREN: +27 SP)(-2SP)

“C’mon, Power Girl. You wanna keep that brand off your milkers you put your lungs into it, NOW MOO!” He said, kicking one of her breasts.

“MOO! MOOOOO!” She squirmed and squealed, her legs kicking wildly behind her as she moaned like some half-animal thing. (KAREN: +6 SP)(+4SP)

“Good girl. Now tell us what you are…”

“I-I don’t…” Karen looked to Kara for guidance and got another kick to the tit for her trouble.

“What are you?” Manheim demanded.

“I-I…”

Another kick. “I’m running out of patience…”

“I’m a whore! I’m a slut! I’m a bitch! I’m your bitch! Whatever you want just don’t-” (KAREN: +7 SP)(+11SP)

Manheim grabbed the scarf again and turned Karen’s cries into a strangled mewl. “Try again.”

Karen hacked and sobbed. Eventually, though, her eyes moved to Kara and she coughed out “I-I’m a cow…” (KAREN: +10 SP)(+21SP)

“And why are you a cow?” He asked, grabbing one of her nipples and pulling it taught an inch from Kara’s still glowing brand.

“I-I…I’m dumb?”

“You are. But that’s not what makes you a cow.” Manheim said, tugging viciously on the breast.

“AAHH! Udders! I have udders! I’m a cow because I have udders!” Karen screamed. (KAREN: +2 SP)(+23SP)

“And what else are you?” Manheim asked.

Karen stared at the symbol on the brand and her words seemed to catch in her throat. “I-I’m a yee-kah…I’m a disgrace to the House of El!” (KAREN: +15 SP)(+38SP)

Manheim let go and turned to Kara, careful to avoid the brand. Slowly, he ran a hand through her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?”

She smiled up at him. “I’m whatevah ya want me to be…if ya want me to be beautiful, that’s all ah’ll be. If ya want me to turn myself into a cow like this bitch, that’s what ah’ll be.”

Manheim grinned. “No, I much prefer you to her, Kara. You’re my greatest accomplice and my most perfect mate.”

With that, he lifted the hair around her collar and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. Then his eyes, dark and sparkling, bored into Karen, who’d been too hypnotized by the bizarre display to notice that she’d begun masturbating.

Lois’ eyes bugged out of her head. Karen was…enjoying this? What the fuck was going on?

“You won’t be able to climax, not without my permission. You’re too stupid even for that.” Manheim said. This didn’t make Karen stop the obscene pumping of her hand into her well-used hole, but it did get a whimper of weakness out of her.

Manheim turned to the robot. “Lay her down.”

A second later Karen was flat on her back.

“You see Kara. You see how beautiful her body is?” Manheim said, flipping up Kara’s skirt and exposing her puffy pussy. “Compared to you, she’s a goddess. An angel deserving your full attention at all times.”

Karen groaned and thrust her hips up into her hand, mumbling and moaning.

“What was that, yee-kah?” Manheim smirked.

Karen's eyes rolled toward him. “Fuh-fuck me…please…” (KAREN: +5 SP)(+43SP)

“If you think I’m sticking my dick that cumdumpster you call a body you’re dumber than I thought. No thanks, we both know you’re infected and I don’t feel like catching anything.”

Karen mewled and shrieked, her still exposed tits flopping about as she drove her hand deeper into her gaping cunt.

“Besides, I’ve got a younger model here, one who was in mint condition when I first got my hand on her.” He said, squeezing Kara’s exposed thigh. “No, if you want to orgasm, cow, you’re going to have to convince me to fuck your udders…”

“Could you…puh-please tit-fuck me?”

“No, bitch…” Manheim kicked her in the side. “People have tits. What do you have?”

Karen let out a little sob. “Puh-please…fuh-fuck my udders…”

Kara giggled. “Ain’t she just the sweetest thing?”

“Of course I will, Karen. But first, you’ve got to beg Kara to let you lick her ass.”

“That’s-that’s enough!” Lois marched out. “I-I don’t know what’s going on here but…but I know it’s wrong!”

Manheim grinned. “Aw, look, Kara, our guest is feeling a little left out.”

Kara grinned. Then there was a flash and Lois was hoisted in the air, over Kara’s shoulder.

“Stop this! Put me down! You can’t do this!” Lois insisted.

“Miss Lane…” Manheim said, stepping over to her and smacking her hard across the face. “Shut the fuck up.”

“What do you want to do with her?” Kara asked, squeezing Lois like a teddy bear.

Manheim smirked and grabbed Lois’ face with his hands. “You’ve got two choices now, Miss Lane. I can either have this robot fuck you inside out, or you can make out with Kara’s cunt while the cow works on her other end.”

Lois stared at him in terror and saw in his eyes the same power-crazed lust she’d seen in Lex, seconds before the end.

Except Manheim had Kara somehow mind-controlled Kara and Karen and taken control of all the super-bots. And if the interview at the hospital had been any indication, he was probably in control of Batwoman and several others too.

Lois didn’t know what to do. But she couldn’t imagine anything worse than being raped by a mechanical replica of her late husband.

“I-I’ll lick her…down there…” She said, closing her legs instinctively. (LOIS: +10 SP)(+87SP)

“Ask for it.”

“Please…Kara, can I lick your…cunt?”

Kara giggled. “Of course darlin’…although I prefer the term ‘cooter.’”

With that, she flipped Lois down onto the ground, facing the opposite direction as Karen and tossing off her panties stepped over the both of them.

“Ker has to do her part first though…” Kara said, wiggling her creamy hips tauntingly.

Karen lolled her head slightly to look into Lois’ petrified face, then she nodded. “Puh-please Kara…please let me lick your ass…” (KAREN: +8 SP)(+51SP)

Kara giggled and glanced back at Manheim, then lowered herself onto both of them, stealing away Lois’ sight with a curtain of warm, wet folds and shapely thighs.

GERRY

Karen’s breasts were better than most cunt I’d scored (although my standards for what constituted a good cunt were quickly reaching impossible heights). As I fucked her chest, I pulled out my phone. I wasn’t sure what to expect, except that I had gained a massive amount of points over the past 24 hours.

I was not disappointed.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

Our list of possible achievements has been increased and you have retroactively achieved these:

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - RIP HER TO SHREDS:

Congratulations! You unlocked all traits on a blonde = +20 SP

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - DAMN TRAIT:

Congratulations! You unlocked all traits on two subjects = +20 SP

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - PLAYBOY:

Congratulations! You have 5 subjects at +50 SP= +20 SP

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - SPACE GIRLS ARE EASY:

Congratulations! You've brought two aliens to +50 SP = +40 SP

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You unlocked a LOCATION TRAIT -

FORTRESS OF SLUTITUDE: Subjects become aroused twice as easily at this location, stay aroused for twice as long, and their sexual stamina is doubled.

Well, that was unexpected. I had no idea you could gain traits in places. This app was seriously missing some kind of tutorial.

The update after that was even more baffling.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You reached 1400 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

MEMORY WIPER: You are now able to remove the subject’s memories of you, but only with certain conditions.

If the subject’s submission score is above 0 = The user can remove up to 24 hours worth of memories from the subject’s mind. But only memories involving the user.

If the subject’s submission score is above +50 = The user can remove up to one week's worth of memories from the subject’s mind. But only memories involving the user. The memories can be removed selectively.

If the subject’s submission score is +100 = The user can remove all memories involving the user from the subject’s mind. The memories can be removed selectively.

I had not expected this new wrinkle added to the list of superpowers I was slowly gaining thanks to the Accelerator. But it occurred to me how useful it might be against Black Widow. I wasn’t sure how it worked since she was currently in a timeless void, but it would be worth a try if only to put her back in a state where she didn’t remember shooting Kara.

There was another trait I’d gained on myself as well.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You reached 1600 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

FAMILIAL DISCOUNT: If you have a subject at +100 SP, upgrading traits on their family members costs 25% less.

That would make upgrading the traits I’d no doubt unlocked on Lois. A quick calculation told me that with Level 2 Upgrades now costing 75 SP instead of 100, they cost 56 SP with the 25% discount. It was much more valuable for the Level 3 Upgrades, turning them from 225 SP to 168, assuming the app rounded down not up.

In addition to the Powers Lock I was currently using Karen, I’d also unlocked the following:

You got 75 points on Karen Starr in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Karen Starr!

CLOTHING LOCK: The subject is unable to wear any clothing that the user hasn’t permitted while the lock is active. The subject will give themselves a rational reason for this.

You got 100 points on Karen Star in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Karen Starr!

VOICE LOCK: The subject will not be able to speak while the lock is active. However, the user can give the subject words and phrases they are allowed to use. The subject will give themselves a rational reason for this disability.

Well, neither of those would be particularly helpful for getting the folks back at the Justice League to believe I’d “cured” Karen of anything. And publicly humiliating her by forcing her to go nude would undermine that I was accomplishing anything in my time with her (although with the depth of depravity, Kara had helped me subject her to already, exhibitionism might be one of the few ways to max her out).

The traits were more promising.

New trait unlocked for Karen Starr!

UDDERLY HUMILIATED

ROUTE A - BIMBOFICATION or “ABSORBENT MAMMARIES": The subject’s breasts will now absorb any sperm that touches them. The more sperm absorbed in this way, the larger their breasts will grow.

ROUTE B - DEBAUCHIFICATION or “HEIFER WHORE”: While the subject is aroused, they will leak milk from their nipples, with the quantity proportional to their arousal and their SP.

New trait unlocked for Karen Starr!

NEEDS A FIRM HAND

ROUTE A - MASOCHISM or “PINCH THEM! PLEASE PINCH THEM!”: The subject will feel an intense desire to have their breasts or nipples squeezed by the user. If the user doesn’t do this once a day, the desire might get so bad that the subject is unable to think of anything else. Using instruments, such as nipple clamps, can help for a few days, but eventually, they have to be squeezed by the user. The subject’s breasts also become twice as sensitive and erogenous.

ROUTE B - PERVERSION or “DON'T CHOKE ME, DADDY!”: The subject will not like to be choked, but when they are, they will get incredibly turned on and submissive. If they don't have an orgasm lock-on, they will orgasm very easily from this alone. They will hate the fact that choking does this to them and feel great embarrassment about it.

New trait unlocked for Karen Starr!

BIOLOGICAL WHOREFARE

ROUTE A - DEBAUCHERY or “PROTECTIVE PREGNANCY”: While the subject is pregnant, their might and stamina scores are doubled. WARNING! This trait cannot be upgraded.

ROUTE B - LUST or “CUPIDITY CONTAGION”: After another subject consumes the genital secretions of this subject, they gain a copy of this trait. Subjects with this trait are twice as affectionate toward you as they would be normally. WARNING! This trait cannot be upgraded. Additionally, this trait cannot be sold, and subjects cannot gain this trait more than once.

Well, the first trait seemed mostly cosmetic, but the other two could be extremely powerful, the second for keeping Karen submissive while she was still super-powerful, and the third for helping to turn more heroines into slaves. Doubling Karen’s super-strength, once she was fully under my control, would make her unstoppable.

The other trait, the contagion one, could be useful, but so far I’d found brute force to be the most effective policy. I was intrigued though, by the possibility of something new. Just raping girls, believe it or not, becoming a drag.

And then there was what I’d unlocked on Lois.

You got 50 points on Lois Lane in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Lois Lane!

CREDIBILITY LOCK: This subject’s reputation remains unimpeachable and disconnected from their actions while this trait is active.

You got 75 points on Lois Lane in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Karen Starr!

COMPETENCE LOCK: The subject becomes laughably incompetent at the most basic duties of their profession.

You got 100 points on Lois Lane in one day! You have unlocked a bonus effect on Lois Lane!

CREDULITY LOCK: The subject will assume that everything the user tells them is true. Even if the truth is revealed as contrary to what the user has told them, the subject will blame themselves for this incongruence.

Now those locks seemed more useful. Lois hadn’t yet disgraced herself in public through unstable behavior. People trusted her as a source of information. Her name, and the Daily Planet, could be useful for putting public pressure on S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Justice League.

They’d also earned me another achievement.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - LOCKING HORNS:

Congratulations, you’ve gained twenty locks = +20 SP

Lois’ obsession trait, combined with her relation to Kara, largely made the traits I’d unlocked for her obsolete, but they sounded fun anyway.

New trait unlocked for Lois Lane!

BOTTOM OF THE SPERM CHAIN

ROUTE A - CUCKQUEAN or “BETA BITCH”: Other subjects receive twice as much pleasure from demeaning this one.

ROUTE B - OBSESSION or “I CAN DO BETTER!”: The extreme competitive side of the subject is brought out. It's very hard for them not to enter any contest that the user suggests for them. They will do anything to win, even if it means degrading or humiliating themselves further than their current submission points suggest.

New trait unlocked for Lois Lane!

UNDRESSED DAMSEL

ROUTE A - DEMOTION or “DO YOU FEEL IN CHARGE?”: The subject will never fully accept that they’ve lost all control over your relationship. Instead, they’ll occasionally assert “I’m still in charge here!”. Whenever they try to assert their dominance, and leave your influence they’ll find themselves completely incapable of doing anything for themselves. They’ll be too indecisive to pick their clothes, too anxious to cross the street, and might just find that they’re too dumb to do math without you tutoring them over their shoulder. This will continue until they’re so lost and needy that they beg for you to take charge of them until they eventually get the idea of being in charge again.

ROUTE B - SLAVE or “OPPRESSED, FOR REAL”: The subject will be unable the tell anyone else what the user does to them. Be it sexual, malicious, or degrading, the subject cannot repeat it to anyone else. They will rationalize this for two reasons: 1. It's too embarrassing for them to tell, 2. They fully believe in living in a patriarchy, where if they tattle on you, nobody will take any action and they will be penalized for telling on you.

As I splattered her boobs with my latest discharge, the post-nut clarity reminded me how effective my sperm was when ingested. Quickly, I scooped some off the valley of her breasts and jammed my fingers between Kara’s asshole and Karen’s tongue.

“Lap it up bitch…” I ordered as I felt Karen tremble beneath me with newly awoken lust.