Chapter 54 - “DON’T CHOKE ME, DADDY!” “OPPRESSED FOR REAL” “CUPIDITY CONTAGION” “I CAN DO BETTER” “ABSORBENT MAMMARIES”

JESSICA

Jessica floated above National City, her form a silhouette of neon green against the night skyline. Below her, the spotlight of her ring lit up the elements left in M’gann’s wake. The telepathic link, which M’gann maintained between Justice League members had cut off over four hours ago. They had scrambled in an attempt to contact their resident Martian, before Diana revealed that she had, once again, gone behind all their backs and asked one of their members to do something without the knowledge of the others. 

Jessica shuddered at the memory of the last time.

There were only a handful of entities powerful enough to suppress M’gann’s calls for help and all of them presented a League-level threat. Not that Jessica wasn’t also concerned about M’gann’s safety. The two of them had learned about each other’s traumatic pasts, on many an interstellar mission. And while many down on Earth might have found M’gann, who could shape-shift and turn invisible and read thoughts to be disconcerting, Jessica had come to prefer her company to Karen’s, especially after the past week.

The trail exactly where they had all suspected it would…National City’s S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. 

“She’s there,” Jessica said, pressing an ear to her com-link and floating a couple hundred meters from the squat trapezoid building. “Are you happy, Diana? If we’re lucky, they only knocked her out…” 

“They shot Kara. You would have preferred we allow them to fester unbidden, like we did with Cadmus?”

“We should have busted down their front gate and demanded an audience,” Kendra said. 

“You should have told us so one of us could go with M’gann so she wouldn't be on her own,” Dinah said.

“Anything would have been better than sending her in alone,” Jessica said. 

“The rest of you are as stealthy as Zeus.” Diana snarled. “Besides, Kate had already failed to gain access to the site. I had no choice.”

“No, you had a choice,” Jessica said, yanking the communicator out of her ear and yelling into it. “You had a choice! You just didn’t like it!”

With that, she tossed the communicator into the darkness below and flew up to the booth operator in front of the building. 

“I have to talk to whoever’s in charge.” She said, her hands on her hips. 

The man in the booth jerked upright at the sight off her. He looked like he'd been in the middle of dozing off. “Uh, well, I just can’t-”

Jessica floated closer. “I represent the full authority of the Justice League as an international entity granted rights of pursuit and prosecution across over two hundred sovereign states as well as the intergalactic authority of the Green Lantern Corps. And I have evidence that suggests you are holding the last member of the Martian species here against her will. So, I want to talk to the woman in charge.”

EMMA

The door to Layla’s room was already open when she arrived, and Emma couldn’t help but be offended by that. It was her job to know everything and Layla knowing what she didn’t was a speck of grit in the corner of her eye.

Layla was sitting in the middle of the room, meditating. She’d even gotten out a chair for Emma. How considerate.

“Layla,” Emma began, choosing to stand. 

“You want to know if I knew that Wonder Woman would come here.” 

Emma wished she could extract the necessary information from Layla’s fucked-up head and be done with it. Conversations with her weren’t just off-putting or annoying. They were fucking upsetting.

“No, I know that you knew that Wonder Woman was coming here. I want to know why you didn’t warn me?” Emma said, leaning down. 

Layla was so similar to Emma that it would have been unnerving if Emma hadn’t regularly participated in the most sublimely narcissistic entanglements with Mystique. Her hair was a little more yellow and her eye face was a little less angular. Certainly, she wasn’t half as busty or as fit as Emma. 

But their eyes were the same. Empty and unseeing. It was the same look that the Cuckoos, the clones Emma mentored until they proved inconvenient, had worn. 

The M tattooed on Layla’s forehead was the only mark of sentimentality in her entire attachment-deprived existence. Emma had always assumed that it stood for “mutie”, but she’d never bothered to ask.

Layla shook her head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Her tone was so fucking nonchalant. That was another reason to hate her. She’d become so used to bad things happening, so pre-traumatized by events yet to unfold that her ability to interact and affect the world had slowly disappeared. 

Layla contained within her no psychic capacity to predict the outcome of events. Rather, her brain had been altered from a young age to act as a repository for her own future self’s memories. She was supposed to know everything important that would happen in the next six decades. Whatever technology had been used to transmit the memories had proved imperfect more than once and with the amount of time-traveling, reality-unraveling shenanigans that had regularly disrupted the fabric of existence over the past twenty years, her “memories” had only become more corrupted.

“Did you know there was an alien virus that was going to make superheroines start attacking each other?” Emma demanded. 

Layla shook her head. “There isn’t. None of this is happening.”

Emma’s first instinct was to stomp off and revenge that rage-inducing non-answer on Mystique with a riding crop until her supple blue ass was mouth-wateringly red. But she stopped herself and did her best to pierce the veil of inscrutability surrounding Layla’s visions. 

“You mean…it isn’t happening. You mean it's a hoax.”

Layla's brow knitted a little.

Emma smiled and exited without a second glance at the chair. 

LOIS

Lois had never been with another woman before. She had no idea if what she was doing was particularly pleasurable, especially considering that Kara seemed more interested in Manheim than her. It had always been more the foreplay than the sensation that aroused Clark. 

But she did know that doing what Manheim wanted came with a pleasant haze, one which blocked out the terror and shock of discovering herself stranded at the North Pole, with the most depraved creatures she’d ever encountered. 

And she’d once spent an afternoon interviewing The Parasite. 

Manheim climbed off Karen and pulled Kara into another kiss and Lois felt her thighs tighten to either side of her head. Terror spiked through Lois’s chest, and she whimpered in Kara’s folds, desperate to be released. Then as seamlessly as they’d closed, Kara’s legs slumped open, and pure please leaked into Lois’s mouth. 

Then Manheim grabbed Lois’s legs and yanked her out from under Kara by her calves. 

“Switch up.” He said, dragging her across the slippery floor and rolling her over onto Karen. Karen seemed too busy excavating Kara’s back tunnel to notice, at least until Manheim grabbed Lois’ legs and dragged her down so that her face was now between Karen’s thighs. 

“You know what to do whore.” Manheim said, slapping Lois on the ass and causing her whole body to shudder before she plunged her tongue into Karen’s previously well-curated cooch. 

As she did, something hard and warm pressed into her freezing cheek. Then her tongue was pinned inside Karen as Manheim thrust himself inside. She squirmed and tugged frantically, only causing her tongue to wriggle back and forth along his length. He was using her face as a pillow for his cock, and she was helpless to do anything other than pleasure him. 

His hand slapped down on her ass again, but this time it lingered, his hands sliding down beneath her skirt and pressing into her mound. Worst of all though, was how she pressed back. She was so aroused, and it had been so long, and she had to climax…besides, he was a man, and she was a woman and people would always believe his pseudo-scientific perversions over her highly researched reports. 

And he wasn’t that bad, was he? He was giving her so much pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so wet. Her time with Clark had been wonderful, full of reverence and worship. But he’d always been so careful, so afraid of breaking her. Those loving embraces could never have fulfilled her like this primordial paroxysm. 

She squirmed and choked into Karen’s pussy, her nostrils struggling for breath, her thighs squeezing Manheim’s fingers deeper into her loose but long-neglected pussy, her ass waving back and forth as she wiggled onto his hand. Then Manheim shot Karen’s canals full of sperm, coating Lois’s tongue with it and causing her to accidentally inhale some as it bubbled to the surface of Karen’s slit. 

Manheim slowly unsheathed himself, dragging his wretched, slime-coated cock across her cheek and under her left eye. Then she was released, allowed to fall backward coughing, snorting, and spitting up semen all over her chest. Even as she did, and the refrigerated air cooled her ragged lungs, her pussy throbbed and clenched around his hand. She wanted him to fist her, fuck her, defile her, destroy her, and destroy her cunt. She needed it, more than anything she’d ever needed in the world. 

Manheim whipped out his phone and pointed it down at her. “You want to cum, cunt…tell the world what you really are.”

She stared up at the little black camera on the phone and her thighs clenched again, desperate to squeeze an orgasm out of Manheim’s knuckles. Cum dripped from her mouth as she spoke, her voice a panting whine, just begging to be ridiculed. 

“I-I’m a whore…I’m a cum-stained bitch…desperate for attention and for cum…please…please fuck me…I don’t deserve to be taken seriously…but I need to be fucked…” (LOIS: +13 SP)(+100SP)

She felt the last of her dignity shatter with those words. A whole career of working her ass off to be taken seriously, to receive recognition and respect. Down the fucking drain in one semen-slurred speech.

He dragged his hand out of her and wiped it across her face, then he smacked her so hard that she fell over, the look of astonished betrayal perfectly captured by his camera. Then he stabbed that slickened hand into Karen's depths, scooped out more of his cum, and smeared it again across Lois’s face. 

“Get on top of Karen, I want you and her competing for who can make love to Kara’s asshole better,” Manheim ordered. 

Kara giggled, as Lois toddled over and back on top of Karen. She had to crane forward and ignore the softness of the two massive tits pressing into her ribs as she began to slurp and suckle at Kara’s ass, sharing with Karen some of her own juices and some of what had just been liberally applied to the interior of her womb.  

Manheim was probably running out of enthusiasm in the dick department at this point, so he called over the Super-Bot and cleared his throat. 

“Hold down this bitch so that her cunt is touching Karen’s.” He instructed. And the robot did as commanded, and Lois felt her back pressed down so that her genitals were right on top of Karen’s still creamy ones. 

“Now with your other hand, insert your finger into Karen’s cunt.” He ordered. 

She felt the metallic protrusion press against the outside of her lower lips as it mechanically stabbed into Karen. 

“Vibrate your finger,” Manheim said.

As soon as he did, Karen began to squirm beneath Lois and dull vibrations worked their way through layers of saturated flesh to Lois’s clit. Lois moaned in frustration and ground herself against the finger and Karen’s delectable cunt. But while Karen spasmed and screamed into Kara’s ass again and again and again, Lois could do nothing but whimper and lick ass. 

He had decided not to let her cum. And there was nothing she could do about it. 

GERRY

I grinned as a new trait for me popped up in the app with Lois’s complete submission. 

ALTER EGO: While you are wearing glasses, subjects below -50 SP will believe you are a different person than you are. 

Not as useful as Peggy’s, which I’d just used to permanently increase the libido of Karen and Lois (possibly doubling up on Karen, I wasn’t sure what the rules were for what counted as ‘ingestion’). 

Still, 13 SP was nothing to sneeze at either. I got the feeling it would have been more if I hadn’t been at 87 already. 

I’d have to quiz Lois about her family later and see if she had any relatives (who would be relatives of Kara by extension) that I could rack up easy points on. In the meantime, though, I was itching to finish off Elizabeth and Bobbi and see what other special traits I could unlock for myself. Kate would have to wait, but only because she was way over in Gotham. Didn’t that Vicki Vale slut live in Gotham too? I could add her to the list, along with all of Kate’s co-workers when I was done with S.H.I.E.L.D.

“You can take your finger out now…” I said after the seventh orgasm had torn through Karen, who was by now too exhausted to continue eating out Kara’s ass.

The robot stopped and I dragged Lois off Karen as well. “Fix your clothes,” I ordered and then turned to Kara. “You take care of blondie, alright? I’m heading back to take care of some personal business.”

Kara jumped to her feet. “You don’t want me to come with you?”

I smiled. “I have to do something back in the city. And I need someone I can trust to watch Karen while I’m gone. You think you can do that?”

She looked bashful for a second and then nodded. 

“Great.” I thought for a second about what she'd become if she was infected by the contagion trait that I’d just selected for Karen, and which now applied to Lois thanks to my crafty planning. Would it drive her insane with affection for me? She already seemed so lovey-dovey. Of course, she had to do what I said, and could barely make decisions without me. 

But Kara was maxed out with traits, thanks to the one she shared with Bobbi. Would the contagion trait replace one of the ones she already has and if so, which one? It probably wouldn’t. It probably just wouldn’t activate as long as she had five traits. But there was no way to tell and no reason to push my luck.

“Don’t touch Karen’s gash while I’m gone. Or anything that comes out of it.” I ordered.

She gave me a stern nod as if it were the most serious request in the world. 

Then I turned to the wretched-looking Lois and the robot Superman. 

“C’mon,” I said. “We’ve got places to be. And news to cover.” 

AMERICA

America Chavez knocked for the third time on the door to Elizabeth’s house. Then she rolled her eyes and teleported inside. 

The house was…empty. It was exceedingly clean too, which wasn’t like Elizabeth at all. Like she’d been expecting someone? Maybe she’d gotten America’s message after all? No, the little green light on the phone machine was still beeping. 

America rolled her eyes. Maybe Elizabeth was on some super secret spy mission? Or maybe they’d sent her to hunt down Natasha after what she’d tried to do to Super-Girl? That seemed like a mistake to America. Elizabeth was good, yeah, but nobody that young should be dealing with anyone that dangerous. She believed in Elizabeth’s capabilities as a vigilante…to a point. But she’d also seen Natasha in action. She was the best S.H.I.E.L.D had to offer, their ace in the hole. 

The problem was that everyone in the meta-human community was concerned about Lois Lane’s report earlier today. And as quickly as the report had gone out, everyone involved in it had seemingly and simultaneously disappeared from view. 

America contemplated giving Elizabeth a ring on her cellphone, for what would be the fourth time this week. Then she decided against it. If Elizabeth was in the shit right now, America wanted to be there to support her. But she also knew there were things that Elizabeth, being a member of S.H.I.E.L.D was privy to, which she could be imprisoned for sharing. 

SHARON

“I don’t know if you can tell, but I’ve had a very long day,” Sharon said. “Two of the agency’s most important operatives are missing, so I don’t have time for-”

The green lantern slammed a hand down on Maria’s desk. “Where is she?” 

"I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific,” Sharon said. 

“You know exactly who I’m talking about. I know she was in this building, so tell me where she is or I’ll rip up every goddamn nail trying to find her.” 

The door to the office slid open and Jess Drew and Daisy Johnson stepped inside, arms folded, waiting for the slightest trigger. 

“I will ignore that threat, because of how deeply I respect your organization,” Sharon said, picking up some papers and straightening them. “But as I told you before, no one from the Justice League has entered these premises.”

“And as I told you before, I know you’re fucking lying.” The green lantern said, lifting her fist and making her ring pulse and crackle. “You can pretend as much as you want, you can doctor the security footage, but this ring is more advanced than anything you have in this building and it’s telling me that M’gann was here.”

Sharon stared at the ring for a moment and then met the green lantern’s eyes. “Yes, but your highly advanced ring is still a machine, and like all machines it can malfunction, can’t it? It’s powered by your beliefs, isn’t it? It seems obvious to me that you suspect that we kidnapped your friend and so your ring is manifesting forensic evidence to that effect.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“Really? I seem to recall Kyle Rayner’s ring rendered him blind, just because he’d been tricked into believing he was. What about the rings that Hal Jordan was wearing when he committed mass murder? Or that magical lantern that almost succeeded in making Alan Scott eradicate life on Earth?”

Sharon stood up, putting down the papers and leaning across the desk. “It’s of the medical opinion of several of Earth’s best-known psychologists that no human is prepared for the psychic burden of altering reality with their mind. Especially a human known to be suffering from PTSD.” 

The green lantern’s eyes narrowed. 

“And that’s not even considering the very real possibility that you have contracted the same virus that caused Karen Starr to attack Supergirl,” Sharon said, turning away. 

“What?” The green lantern looked around as if the aforementioned virus might appear in mid-air and attack her. 

“According to our specialist on the subject, the disease induces hallucinations and hyper-aggression. Frankly, I’m almost certain that by allowing you into this office I have exposed myself to the contagion. But out of respect for you and your organization, I have graciously welcomed you into this office.” She turned back to face her. “So go ahead. Attack me, destroy this building…you won’t find your friend.” 

M’GANN

She’d been asleep for a very long time. Martians dreamed as a collective, with every memory and every imagining shared in a shimmering dance of celebration for Lord L’Zoril, the only god that was remotely real. 

Martians didn’t dream alone. So M’gann didn’t dream. 

She didn’t feel like a Martian though, when she woke up in the pink bedroom to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. 

“Megan! Pancakes!” A female voice called from downstairs. 

Megan sat up. She had just been…dreaming. That’s right. She had just been dreaming that she was an alien who had used her powers to become a superhero and defend humanity. That alien invasion film she’d watched with Rachel must have stuck with her and got all mixed up with her Hyperman comics. 

It had seemed so real, there had been so many memories. So many moments that were sad or scary. But mostly it had just been strange, with people dying for no reason or coming back to life without explanation. Yes, it had definitely been a dream, but one of those where you feel like you’ve been sleeping for an eternity. 

“Megan! You’re going to be late for school!”

Megan climbed out of bed and quickly changed into her school uniform. They had cheerleader practice today. Kori was sure to have come up with a new spine-aching routine. Megan loved Kori as much as everyone else, but she wished they could just be normal high schoolers and phone it in somedays. Maybe Logan would come by to watch them though. Megan knew deep down that he came to watch Rachel, not her, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? 

Once she was dressed and she’d packed up all her books, she headed downstairs, pausing mid-stride to breathe in the delicious aroma of butter-soaked batter. 

Her father was sitting at the table, this morning’s edition of the Pleasant Hill Prophet in his hands. And Doris Day was on the radio, singing “It’s Magic” just like every morning, soon to be replaced with Vera Lynn’s “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire”, which would be followed up by Dean Martin’s “Everybody Loves Somebody”. 

“Thanks for the pancakes, Sarah.” Her father said. 

“Of course, darling.” Her mother stopped to kiss her father, then disappeared back into the magical workshop that was the kitchen. 

“Everything alright honeybun?” He asked, as Megan sat down and dug into the plate waiting for her at the seat she always took. He was tall, handsome, stoic but warm, intelligent but understanding. And always reassuring her how much he loved her and her mother. 

“Yes, daddy.” She said, between forkfuls of pancake. “Everything is perfect.”

WANDA

Wanda sat in her living room, staring out the window of her living room at the house across the street. The house that had just moved in and always been there. So, they had added another playmate. More interestingly though, this one was a mind-reader. One of the most powerful she’d ever encountered (which was saying something). At least on par with Jean before all that Phoenix Force nonsense. 

She wasn’t even human. That was a new one. An alien pretending to be a human in a town pretending to exist. 

Wanda stretched out her fingers and they crackled with unlimited possibility. On the radio, Vera Lynn was singing “Darling, I have only one desire. And that one desire is you.” And in Wanda’s head, a laugh track was caught on repeat. 

Oh, this was going to be fun.

ELIZABETH

When they realized that Kara wasn’t coming back anytime shortly, Elizabeth and Bobbi eventually shifted into the more comfortable position of kneeling. After putting on the merest clothing, they’d sat down on either end of the couch, with Peggy still kneeling naked between them. 

“Why are you doing that?” Bobbi asked. 

Peggy took a deep breath. “He told me to obey her. And she told me to wait.” 

“Yeah, but he’s a sick fuck and she’s almost as bad!” Bobbi said. 

Elizabeth leaned into Peggy’s naked thigh and wrapped her hands around it. She wanted to protect her from Bobbi’s vitriol. She wanted to protect her from Manheim and Super-Girl. But she knew deep down that she couldn’t. 

She’d had one chance to end this, and she’d chosen to knock out Bobbi rather than let her finish off the bastard. But if she’d let Bobbi go through with it, Peggy never would have forgiven her. And Peggy seemed happier now than she had ever been. 

She pressed a kiss to Peggy’s thigh. She just wanted her to be happy. She knew that she was pathetic, useless as a lover as she was as a superhero. But if she could just make things easier for Peggy, then that would serve as some glimmer of heroism worth accomplishing.

Not that she had a choice. Whenever she tried to think of some way out of this, her mind was filled with a haze of terrifying uncertainty. If any of this ever came out, she’d go to jail for assisting with Bobbi’s abduction. And what few friends she had outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. would despise her. 

Peggy was all she had left. Her real mommy, the one who hadn’t decided she’d rather party in Europe than be around her. And Elizabeth wasn’t going to lose her, no matter what Dr. Mannheim said. 

GERRY

Both routes for the first trait for Karen were fairly weird. But making her drip milk seemed just a little bit grosser than making her bust increase. And as long as I was careful where I shot my load and banned her from any gangbangs, she wasn’t likely to end up with boulder-sized breasts (which would inevitably be more disturbing than erotic). 

The first trait for Lois was easier to pick. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do with her, besides using her to document all the debauchery I planned on initiating. But while it sounded fun to reduce her to a babbling idiot, Route B would allow me to turn her razor-sharp mind to my side. Plus making her competitive and then forcing her to fail via her competence lock would be funny, even if I’d already gained the maximum number of points on her. 

For Karen's second trait, it was even more difficult than the first. Dragging around big-titted Karen on a leash sounded fun, but so did her listening to her begging me to abuse those luscious tits of hers. I ended up going with Route A, only because it combined nicely with the first trait. The more noticeable her breasts were, the more there was to play with. 

I chose Route B for Lois’s second trait, mostly because she was already so neutered intellectually by the other traits and locks, I’d gotten on her, that Route A didn’t feel very useful. And for Karen’s final trait, I chose Cupidity Contagion. It had helped me make Lois immediately more affectionate toward me and since I was trying to err on subtlety rather than raw force, using her pussy rather than her super-strength seemed preferable.  

As the Super-Bot flew me back to National City (I’d have enough frequent flier miles to own the airline had I been using a plane for all these trips), I re-opened the Accelerator, intended to upgrade some of the traits I had on Bobbi and Elizabeth before finishing them up. 

CUNT GIRL: Bring one journalist to +100 SP = +10 SP

JUNKET WHORE: Unlock all traits on a journalist = +10 SP

THE BRASS CHICK: Bring two journalists to +50 SP = +10 SP

BLONDE AMBITION: Bring two blonde subjects to 50+ SP = +20 SP

EXTRA! EXTRA!: Bring two journalists to +100 SP = +20 SP

UP YOUR SLEEVE: Upgrade two traits to LvIII = +40 SP

I was somewhat startled by those journalist achievements since I knew I hadn’t unlocked five traits on Lois. It took a second before I remembered that Kara, in her alter-ego, had worked at some kind of magazine. I guess that counted as being a journalist? I should probably do something about that, what with her not being at work in half a week... 

All the extra SP was appreciated though, especially since upgrades had been by decreased the traits, I’d unlocked for myself. 

BOBBI:

“BLONDES DO IT BETTER”: When blonde subjects are near both of the affected subjects, they will become more easily aroused. 

(Cost 150 SP) LvII: 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.

(Cost 75 SP) 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.

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: The subject’s Intelligence is now doubled while working with chemistry and decreased by 2 during all other times.

“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. 

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: Secretions are now invisible to all but the user and the subject. 

ELIZABETH:

“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.

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: After the subject has apologized to another subject, that subject will become twice as easy to seduce by this 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 are decreased by 1.

(Cost 75 SP) 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.

KAREN:

“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.

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: The subject’s breasts absorb more quickly, grow more quickly, and grow from less.  

“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.

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: The subject’s breasts will increase by 1 cup size and will lactate while being squeezed or pinched. 

“RUNNER-UP SLUT”: When the subject witnesses Kara Danvers being praised, they will begin to act more suggestively to attract attention. The longer their efforts go unacknowledged, the more perverse their behavior will become. 

(Cost 75 SP) LvII: The subject will become aroused whenever Kara Danvers is praised, with the amount of arousal proportional to the intensity of the praise. 

LOIS:

“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. 

(Cost 56 SP) LvII: While the subject is competing with another subject sexually, their stamina, agility, and strength are increased by 2. 

“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.

(Cost 56 SP) LvII: The subject will start believing that men are better at everything compared to women. It might not be something they want to admit out loud, but deep inside they will start believing this. Most likely the subject will be in denial about this at first but will come to accept it over time.

“I’LL SHOW YOU THAT I’M RIGHT”: The subject will develop a pathological obsession with accomplishing a particular goal or mission. They will do anything within their power to accomplish this goal, including compromising their morals or humiliating themselves. In addition, the victim will develop the inexplicable reasoning that the only way for them to accomplish this goal is to go to the user for aid. They will believe that the user’s cooperation is paramount in accomplishing the mission and that they will likely fail without it.

(Cost 56 SP) LvII: The target’s obsession is now revealed to the user. While the subject is accomplishing their mission, their Intelligence and Agility are increased by 2.