Greed God chapter 18

January 7th 2016 Ace of Clubs 1:00 AM EDT

My  brain was kind of blue screened. That had been...a lot. Ignoring the  fact that money didn't get me points anymore (fuck the system for that  by the way) and that I COULD apparently own people, what the fuck did it  mean SUPERHEROINE? I nudged Barbie with a foot to ask her, but she just  kind of gargled out a weak moan. I suspected it was more than just dick  that did that, whatever her new tramp stamp was it was decidedly not  normal. I glared out at the empty alley as I reached down, pulling her  dress over her bare ass and picking her up to carry her to my car.

The  last thing I needed was some random person to see her laying in an  alley with cum leaking from her ass unconscious. That wouldn't go over  well with anyone. I dropped her into the back seat of my towncar with an  annoyed huff, making sure none of my artifacts were lying around in  there and when she didn't stir I stood up and closed the door, talking a  ways away for privacy before I glared out into the empty darkness.  "Alright system, what the actual fuck? Explain please?" This had been  way too much at once.

[Congratulations  host on passing the tutorial! By stealing your first F class treasure  you've officially graduated to the full system! As such, minor changes  will occur, including but not limited to the disabling of the mechanism  which allows money to accrue GP!]

My  old man always said if someone dumps a bunch of information on you at  once, always parse every single bit of it, because somewhere in there,  they're trying to fuck you. If I'd been an idiot I'd have bullrushed  past the patch update and focused on the fuck-stupid heroine lying in my  back seat. Which I was pretty sure what it wanted me to do, hence it  playing obtuse and answering with a seemingly useless bit of  information. I narrowed in on one specific line of that disclaimer first  thing. "What do you mean,including but not limited to?"

There was a pause. Like an actual fucking embarrassed silence from my system, before an answer finally came.

[Shit. You know, this is why I don't like working with competent people. You're supposed to be a horny frat boy rich kid.]

I  blinked, despite the occasional slip up, the system usually retained a  robotic and stoic cadence. It answered questions in a way that made it  clear it was at least sentient, but I'd assumed it was like a low level  AI or something. My dad had programs that could exercise at least as  much discretion as it had shown so far. The voice was still gender  neutral and unassuming. It hadn't sounded aware before, which might have  meant it was hiding, but I didn't think so. "I'm guessing your new  sparkling personality is what not limited to means."

[Now  isn't the time for this. You've got an assfucked superhero in your back  seat. Take her home, clean her up, pump her for information. I'm not  going anywhere, but if someone sees her you're pretty much fucked.]

I  winced. It wasn't wrong. He wasn't wrong? Whatever, I'd just call it a  he. "Fine. But this isn't over. Now, give me the rundown on what all of  that shit was about stealing from the Justice League. I can own people  now? Is it just a kidnapping thing?" It was awesome that my powers could  go up from fucking girls, but somehow I suspected this whole thing was  more complicated than getting paid to get my dick wet.

[Yes,  you can own people. No it isn't a kidnapping thing. Human beings are a  bit of a grey area, sentients in general really. You can only own them  if they allow it, and the conditions are unusual to say the least. They  have to completely surrender themselves to you, body and soul, even if  it's for a single split second. Asking her to bring you another girl was  against her better judgement, but she didn't want to stop. She decided  to just give in for the sake of the game and it triggered the brand  since she'd already surrendered her body completely.]

Huh.  I wondered if that meant if I three holed Dinah and forced her to  surrender to my will completely I could brand her too. Wait...shit...was  Dinah in the League too? Zatanna and Donna could have just been  slumming it with pals, but add in Barbie and it sort of seemed like I'd  probably just met a bunch of superheroes. I shook my head, later, needed  to get back on track before she woke up. "Ok, what brand? How does that  work? What can I do with it?"

[Same  way it does with things you steal or buy. She's yours. You can do what  you want with her. Command her, question her, merge her. No loyalty or  anything, just submission. The brand can't be removed or disabled.  She'll do what she's told, but she might not be happy about it.]

I  could merge PEOPLE? That was...neat. I briefly imagine a redhead sex  bomb with Dinah's fat tits and Barbie's grade A pussy and had to grin in  appreciation. I shook the thought away though. Barbie was fun even if  she could be a bitch, I wasn't going to mix her into some amalgamation.  Though I did have a potential second redhead I could toss in there if I  had a way to make sure Barbie came out on top. Imagining the little sex  machine with crazy Whispers massive booty and none of the religious  fervor was pretty nice.

[Enough.  You need to go. I'm not spending the rest of your life stuck in a  prison cell because the Justice League found out you buttfucked one of  their sidekicks into mind controlled obedience. We can talk more later.]

He  was right unfortunately. I rolled my eyes but I did as I was told and  got the fuck out of there. I was pretty sure Barbie's friends were gone  but I absolutely didn't want to find out what they'd do if I was wrong. I  drove home at normal speed, despite the desire to floor it, and pulled  into the garage. Luckily the old man was almost never around, off  plotting world domination or what have you. I'd see him at dinner in a  few days, but until then I just had the one mess to deal with. I carried  Barbie upstairs and dumped her on my bed, stepping back and staring at  her.

She looked...peaceful.  Glowing almost. i felt bad about waking her up to deal with whatever  this was, but I couldn't ignore the fact that I now owned a fucking  superhero. "Wake up." I felt a flash of power in the back of my head,  from the same place as the energy where my points went and my merging  came from. Barbie's eyes flickered open. She looked around, groaning.  She saw the room around us and blushed. "Huh. Guess I passed out in the  alley. You didn't have to bring me back to your place."

Ah.  She had no clue what was going on. Awkward. "Yeah, I kind of did." This  wasn't going to go well. "Don't get up from the bed, don't raise your  voice, don't make any sudden or violent actions." I felt the surge  again, and this time I saw her eyes flash that same orange-gold. "Now,  very calmly, and with no lies or misdirection, tell me exactly who you  are, and what your relation is to the Justice League."

Her  eyes widened in panic, but her irises flashed again. She looked afraid.  I didn't really like seeing her like that. i may not be a touchy feely  guy but I'm not a monster. I liked the girl, and seeing her scared of me  was...not nice. Still this was important so I didn't interrupt. Her  voice was rough as she spoke, as if it was being forced out. "My name is  Barbara Gordon. My father is James Gordon, commissioner of the GCPD.  During my nights I moonlight as the vigilante Batgirl. Batman is my  mentor, and I know most members of the League."

Well.  Fuck. That was less than ideal. Honestly of all the sidekicks and  League members I could have ended up accidentally dominating Batman's  teeny bopper dominatrix was probably the worst. I walked over and  slumped down on the seat, burying my head in my hands with a sigh. This  wasn't unfixable, but it was a bad spot. I'd have to be extremely  careful. Barbie's voice spoke up. "What did you do to me?" Her voice  wasn't loud, but it was incredibly hostile. I looked up to see her  clenching up like she wanted to do something, but my orders from before  prevented it. Something violent I guessed.

I  looked up at her. "You aren't allowed to tell anyone what happened to  you tonight after you left the club, nor are you to lead them to find  out directly or indirectly, or through your own inaction allow them to  stumble on the information." Her eyes flashed again and I breathed out.  "Ok. Long story short you lost your damn mind during sex and my power  decided your complete mental short circuit was total submission to my  will and bound you to me permanently. You can't disobey my commands  now."

She  grimaced, and I could see fear war with genuine anger in her eyes before  she pressed it down. I'd been expecting bitchy Barbie to make an  appearance, but being in this situation had switched her into what I  could only assume was her Batgirl persona. She was ice cold, with only a  bit of feeling showing in the eyes. Her voice was simmering with barely  constrained rage when she spoke again. "I see. What are you planning to  do with me?" I could see she was trying to think of a way to escape,  which was inconvenient. She also expected me to use her like I was a  supervillain.

I  actually did have lots of ideas about how to do that, but I remembered  what the system had said about loyalty. Barbie was whip smart if she  worked for Batman, and she could definitely find loopholes in my  directions. I couldn't just tell her to shut up and hope that would  work. I decided to play the victim myself for now, make this seem like a  horrible accident until I could figure out some way to ensure her  loyalty. I held up both hands, acting horrified. "Whoa! I didn't do  this. You were the one who lost your damn mind! I don't want to control  another person like this! I'm a dominant guy but this is too much."

Her  expression defrosted slowly. She didn't look trusting or anything, but  she looked less ready to snap and kill me. She sighed. "I...I don't know  what's going on, but if you really didn't do this on purpose then I'm  sure we can work something out. We can go to the League together. We can  tell them what happened and they can help us find a way to undo it. I  know it's not ideal, but if anyone can figure this out it's the League."  I winced internally, that was the last thing I needed, but luckily I  had already counted on her having some stupid idea like that.

I  widened my eyes, the picture of fear and reticence. "NO! The League  would blame me! Hell they might even blame you. We weren't exactly being  good when this happened. It would be so embarrassing for you if they  found out. You're Batgirl, you can help me figure this out without  anyone from the League finding out. You can obviously see how that's a  better idea." Her eyes flashed orange again as the subtle command I'd  given implanted itself in her head, and she did see how it was a better  idea. I grinned internally. Ok, brainwashing commands applied. This, I  could work with.