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January 6th 2016 Ace of Clubs 11:00 PM EDT

Dinah looked hot. She was wearing a tight leather skirt that showed off some very plump thighs and a low cut tube top with a short blue jacket over it. Really made those fat tits of hers pop. The blue also brought out the color of her eyes, something I was very aware of because said eyes were boring right into me. I've been in ice baths that were warmer than that gaze, though honestly it kind of had the opposite effect from what was intended I was pretty sure. Dinah was a fucking sex bomb when she was pissed.

Still I had iron control of my body so I just kept my face pleasant as I reached out to shake her hand. "Hey Dinah, good to see you!" Everyone looked surprised and I smiled at them. "Dinah and I met at the coffee shop a while ago. She has great taste in drinking spots." Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched a bit but she forced a smile onto her face as she shook my hand. "I didn't know you were friends with-" I cut myself off before I used the nickname and made this worse. "Barbara. Two friends I met around tow, what are the odds."

Dinah's tight smile was obviously unhappy, but I saw her expression twitch with a bit of uncertainty. She and I weren't dating. She had a boyfriend. Her being angry I had a girlfriend wasn't something she was comfortable with. I grinned internally. I could work with that. I faked a lightbulb moment. "Oh, hey I have the thumb drive with that program I told you about out in the car, we can go get it if you want?" I figured a chance to vent at me in private might help out, she looked like she wanted to rant and bottling that stuff up was never good.

She gave me a nod and I gave Barbie a peck on the lips. "Hey babe I'll be right back, gotta get something out of the car for Dinah." She just gave me a nod, clearly not having noticed anything. I was pretty sure she knew me well enough not to think I'd pass a chance to clap some milfy blonde cheeks so she must have really trusted Dinah. I wondered how they knew each other, and how hard it would be to talk them into a three way once I was dicking them both. I put the thought out of my head as I followed Dinah out of the club, enjoying the delightful booty jiggle she rocked in that skirt.

We went out a side door and she stood in the alley, cold and rubbing her arms even through her jacket, but very deliberately not looking at me. "So. You have a girlfriend." She tried to keep her voice even but I heard a little bit of sting in there. Dinah and I had some flirtation going on and I made her feel wanted when her boyfriend wasn't paying attention. Finding out perky little Barbie was bouncing on my cock made her feel overlooked, even if I could tell she really wished that it didn't.

I put a hand on her arm. She tried to pull away but I held her still, turning her gently to face me. "It's a new thing. We weren't together last time we talked." She snorted, jerking away from me. I grinned internally. Good. That was what I was hoping she would do. I raised an eyebrow innocently. "Dinah did I do something wrong? You seem mad but we're just friends right? You have a boyfriend." She flinched. "I don't understand why you're so unhappy with me. Does it...does it bother you to see me with Barbara?"

I let my tone fill with confusion and a little bit of hope. I could literally see the guilt flood her pretty blue eyes when she realized she was leading me on and giving me false hope. She swallowed. Hard. Her voice came out rough when she spoke. "No. Of course not. Barbara is a lovely girl. You two look cute together. I just...I didn't think she was your type." Left unsaid in the loudest possible way was that she thought SHE was my type. "We should go back inside. I'm sorry I was acting so snippy with you. I won't do it again."

She turned to walk in and i caught her hand, pulling her back. She looked conflicted, like she wanted to pull away but wasn't sure she could bring herself to do it. "I think of you sometimes when I'm with her." Her eyes widened at that, and I saw her pulse quicken against the skin of her throat. "Barbara is a special girl, but I already have a woman I haven't stopped thinking about." She swallowed, looking away, and I caught her chin and turned it towards me. "But you're with someone, so should I just wait around?"

Milf baiting one oh one. Remind them of the age difference. I was young and in my prime, Dinah was an older woman, she couldn't expect me to wait around for her when she was never going to be available. I squeezed her hand gently. "So...I think I can let it go. You're beautiful and fun to talk to. We can just be friends. I'd like to have you in my life if that's something you're ok with." Her shoulders slumped as she relaxed at my confession that we could just be friends. "But I don't want to have any regrets." She stiffened. I made my voice as uncertain as I could. "Can I...can I kiss you just once?"

Her heart was pounding so hard I could hear it from where I was standing a foot or two away. She opened her mouth to respond but when she saw the fake earnest pleading on my face she couldn't bring herself to say no. She just stood there, frozen. I stepped in close, close enough to see her pupils expand like she had just done a hit of coke, before I leaned down to capture those pouty, plump, dick sucking lips. She squeaked a bit, her eyes wide, and I pulled her against me by the hips.

She felt fucking amazing against my body, I wanted to put my hands all over her, but this was a long game, and if I moved to fast she would spook. I kept the kiss slow, tentative, and I kept my hands on her hips as my tongue slowly traced the inside of her mouth. Her hands fisted in my shirt and she leaned in, and it was all I could do not to smile against her mouth. She kissed me harder, and I could feel the frustration, the loneliness, the hurt from being ignored as she made sexy little moans against me mouth. her body molded to mine.

Then she jerked back, eyes unfocused, and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh gods, that was...that was wrong. Oh no. I'm sorry Nicky. That wasn't...we can't do that. I'm with someone, and oh gods Barb!" Her eyes filled with guilt and I gave a sad smile. She looked horrified. "Not that it was bad...but I shouldn't have let you do that. I'm sorry that was stupid. I should have stopped you." She looked like she wanted to tell me not to read too much into it, but also didn't want to come across too slutty since she'd just been inhaling my face.

I put my hands up placatingly. "Whoa. Dinah. I...I understand. That was my fault. You just looked so beautiful and I didn't want to regret never getting the chance to do that. I didn't mean to put you in a bad spot. Let's just...let's call it a moment of temporary insanity. We've both been stressed and we went a little crazy for a second. Just...forget it." I made sure my tone sounded sad, and her eyes flashed with guilt, but I put on a 'brave' smile and held out a hand. "Still friends? I really hope I didn't mess things up."

I had. If she was in a steady relationship she would have at the very least ignored me for a few months. But she wasn't. Dinah was lonely and feeling overlooked. She wanted me to have good intentions because I paid attention to her and it made her feel special. Plus she was older and 'wiser' and she was under the impression I was a stupid kid with a big crush. She felt like she'd taken advantage of me. She gave me a relieved smile. "Yes! Definitely! Friends." She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward into a hug, blushing and pulling back when she remembered the feeling of my body against hers.

We headed back inside after a minute of Dinah collecting herself and fixing her makeup. She'd been wearing lipstick and our makeout session had smeared it all over her face. She looked dazed and guilty when she saw herself. I cleaned my own face off with the wet wipe she had in her purse and then we headed back inside. The others hadn't even missed us, too drunk and busy to care. Barbie gave me a reproachful glance when she saw me, but not 'you made out with my milf friend' reproachful. More like 'if you hit on her you're not going to cum in me for a month' reproachful.

She gave Dinah a smile when she came in range of the table. "Hey! You're back. I hope Nicky didn't bother you. He's got a bit of a rough sense of humor. He didn't say anything mean did he? You like a little shaky." She cut her eyes at me, clearly ready to cut me off for a good long while if Dinah said anything negative. Dinah's eyes widened and she swallowed. With my sense it was easy to see the guilt and discomfort on her pretty face, but she pasted on a smile and assured Barbie that I'd been a perfect gentleman.

My redhead gave her a suspicious look, but clearly she thought the older blonde wouldn't lie about that so she smile in relief. "Ok good. He's a fun guy to be around, he can just be a little much sometimes." I was kind of offended by her making judgements about my personality based on the ten minutes of conversation we'd ever had where I wasn't wrecking her tight little holes, but I'd just take it out of that sweet little bouncy ass later. She shot me an approving glance and a wink, letting me know I was still getting my reward since I'd been being so good.

We talked for another hour or two, and it dragged for me. Dinah stayed literally exactly long enough to diffuse suspicion and then suddenly 'remembered' she had something to do, leaving early. I suspected it would be a few days before I got another text, but I was pretty sure I would. We'd already kissed. If Dinah didn't like me enough to keep in touch then in her head that would mean she'd made out with some random teenager behind her boyfriends back. She wouldn't want to see herself like that, so she would go out of her way to interact as much as possible to reassure herself we were friends.

Finally everyone said their goodbyes. Mal shook my hand and passed me a note asking me to get in touch with Mammon about his next treatment, and everyone else told me it was nice to meet me. Rocky gave me a very friendly goodbye hug with lots of body contact, but I was pretty sure that was mostly just because she was tipsy and she was a handsy drunk. Then I followed Barbie out the side door into the same alley and she kicked it closed. She turned around with a grin, hiked up her dress and bared that cute little ass at me. standing with her legs spread. She slapped one cheek sharply and wiggled it at me. "You were so good tonight. My friends loved you, daddy. Now come and get your prize." Gods my life was good.

January 7th 2010 Ace of Clubs 12:00 AM EDT

I'll be honest. I'd never fucked a girl in the ass before. I'd been interested, sure, but my cock is pretty huge, and teen girls can be princesses about buttfucking. On top of that Barbie's cute little bubble butt was so tiny and sweet looking, I felt my mouth go dry at the idea of shoving my cock in the cute pink little hole. I swallowed hard as I stepped up behind her, running a hand over one of those pale, smooth little cheeks.

Barbie didn't have Whispers dumptruck booty, or Dinah's fat milfy cheeks, but her tight little teen rump was it's own

kind of forbidden fruit. So far the tightest thing I'd been in was her pretty little cunt. Even the cute little freshman girls who'd decided to ride my cock to show how mature they were didn't have twats like Barbie, and her virgin ass was bound to be an even tighter squeeze. I slapped a cheek, enjoying the crack of my hand on sweet little booty. Breathing hard, I reached down to unbutton my pants, fishing my cock out and letting it thump down between her cheeks.

She looked over her shoulder at me as she felt my cock slap down on her ass and back. At six four with a cock a full eleven inches long I was laying nearly halfway up her smooth little back. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small tube of KY passing it back to me. Her eyes were a little nervous as she cast her eyes down. "Will you use lube for me daddy? I'm afraid you'll break my poor little butt." She sounded actually concerned, and I guessed even badass hellcat Barbie had things she worried about.

I might have been an asshole, but I wasn't going to shove most of a foot of cock up the asshole of a girl more than a foot shorter than me without greasing up. Even I have limits. I took the tube gingerly and squirted the cold gel on my dick. Looking relieved she reached back with one hand and started to jerk me off, slathering the gel up and down my dick to get me nice and ready. Once I was well lubed I put the head of my cock at her cute little starfish grabbed both her hips, and started to push.

I felt like I was shoving my cock in a trash compactor. I had to stop after I popped the head in because she was so hot and tight. She grunted and I patted her ass. "Shhhh, it's ok baby. You can do it, I'll go slow. Just take it for daddy." My voice was surprisingly gentle, but this felt amazing and I wanted to be able to do it again, so I was going to be real sweet when I was breaking her in. Her face was bright red as I pushed in a bit further, working another inch into her. I had to bend my knees to get into her because she was so short.

She nodded and gasped as I pushed in another inch. "Do you like it?" I grunted, nodding. "She wouldn't be this tight." My eyes went wide. She pouted. "I saw you staring. You think her fat ass is better than mine. You wish this was her. She can't work this dick like I can. She wouldn't take you like this." She looked back at me, seeming oddly vulnerable. "Tell me it feels good daddy. Tell me how tight it is." Her voice was almost pleading, and under any other circumstances I might have teased, but I didn't have the heart to.

I gave her another inch, nice and slow as I stroked her cheek. "It's so tight baby. She couldn't take it like this. No one grips my cock like you." I slapped her ass cheek roughly and she gasped, making a keening sound as she wiggled a little further down my greased up cock. I groaned, the clench and slide just then was fucking amazing. I slapped it again, another gasp and her vice like asshole swallowed another inch or two. She was fucking eating me up. I shuddered at the feeling. "Fuck baby go deeper. Take more of me."

She groaned and nodded. "This is what you little slut can do for you daddy. Next time you see her remember this ass. Remember how it feels. She gave a harsh grunt and shoved herself back, taking a few inches at once. "FUCK! Get it in me daddy! Give me the whole thing. I can do better than her, take it better than her. She can't have you!" My fucking knees were week as I felt the hot greasy squeeze of her barely lubed asshole around me. She panted harder looking back at me with a glare. "I said-" She shoved herself back, screaming as I bottomed out. "I'll take it all!"

I was fucking balls deep in her ass, and the sight of her cute little bouncy cheeks swallowing my mammoth cock, her asshole stretch around me as I stood there, was almost enough to finish me by itself. I straightened my knees and she squealed, literally hanging in the air on my cock, supported between me and the hands she had on the wall. She gave an animal groan of victory. "I took it all! She couldn't take this fucking beast back there. My asshole is where it belongs. Use it daddy! Fuck that ass!"

I groaned, barely able to form words as I wrapped my hands around her tiny hips and held her still as I fucking dragged myself out of her ass. She screamed in a mix of joy and effort as I pulled out, like I was fucking dragging the grunts from her lungs, until I reached the tip and then shoved back into her. "FUCK! Yes! This is what a daddy does! You make me feel so fucking good daddy, nobody does me like you can. Fuck that ass! Do it!" I dragged myself out, sliding back in again at a pace that felt so slow it was like torture. "Tell me you love it! Tell me you need that ass!"

Her fucking guts were squeezing the life out of me and I loved it. I slapped her tight little ass, almost screaming as she clamped down. "Fuck! I do! I need it! Fuck, you hot little bitch! I'm gonna take this whenever I want!" I was being honest, I wouldn't give this up, but I figured I'd add a bit of sweet lies on top of the fucking to calm her down. "I'll never look at her old ass again, I can't go back after I get this teen ass. You're so good baby! Take that dick!" I shoved back into her, starting to pick up.

Her left hand was on the wall and her right was in her twat, railing away at herself as I started to pound her butt. "FUCK! YES! This is your butt! Fuck your bitch daddy! You don't need that saggy old slut! I'm the one who deserves this cock. FUCK!" She sounded almost drunk from lust and glee. "Harder daddy! Fuck my sweet little butt harder! Dick your princess!" As per usual Barbie's obvious daddy issues took over during sex, but I wasn't complaining as I railed into her asshole for all I was worth.

I was starting to build up to cumming, but her asshole was so tight she was basically a fucking living cockring. My balls clenched up but in that perfect ass I couldn't fucking blow. It should have been uncomfortable but fuck she was so good, I just sat there pounding away as she frigged her cunt and kicked her legs over the alley, squirting pussy juice as she squealed and came on my cock over and over again. I slapped her ass again, getting another joyful squeal. "You're a jealous little bitch aren't you?"

She screamed. "YES! Fuck you kept looking at all of them and I wanted to pull that fat cock out and show them what your princess does for her big dicked daddy! Especially that bitch! Staring at her fat milf tits like I wouldn't know. You're MINE daddy! This is my cock! Aren't I taking it so good?" I pounded into her even harder, my orgasm still building up in my balls but unable to get out as I railed her asshole.

I slapped her ass again. "You think you decide who I fuck, slut?" I absolutely did not want to end up in a monogamous relationship, even with a bitch who fucked like this. She whined and I smacked her ass again. "You gonna get in the way of me dicking your friends princess? You gonna be a bad girl? Do I have to give up on this ass?" I figured my best bet here was to finally take control of this fucking insane daddy fetish for real. If I had to bail I would but I wasn't giving up cunt like this if I could take control.

She shook her head, red hair flying as she whined. "No daddy! I'll be good I swear! Just don't fucking stop! Don't ever stop! FUCK!" She shoved her hips back more roughly, doing her best to fuck me as hard as she could possibly go. "I'll let you fuck them! I'll help you fuck them! Just don't take this fucking dick away! I need it daddy! I need it do bad!" Grinning at the little slut I slipped a hand between her legs and shoved two fingers in her twat.

She squealed and I started finger fucking her, enjoying the feel of her asshole clenching as I worked her cunt. "Which one bitch? You're gonna get one on her back for me to prove what a good girl you are! Pick a slut!" I ran my fingers over her g spot. I was using every fucking one of my senses and all my physical prowess to break her brain right now. I wasn't letting this chance go by. "Pick one of I'll fucking stop!"

She screamed in frustration. "DINAH! FUCK! I'll get you Dinah!" She glared over her shoulder at me. "That old pussy won't be as good as mine daddy! You won't get it from her like you get it from me!" I suspected she might try to weasel out of that once she was thinking straight. It wasn't her fault really. I was hitting her clit, her g spot, the g spot in her ass, and working on getting her off through penetration with my fingers, she was on the edge of four fucking orgasms at the same time. Her brain was basically orgasmic mush right now.

Not that mine was much better, I'd passed the point where cumming was inevitable a while ago, but her tight little teen asshole was clamping down on it so I couldn't cum. I was so pent up I would go off the second I let up, but I needed her to finish the right way, I needed to fry this little bitch's brain. From the way she was losing it I could tell she was super fucking into anal, even for the first time. I had to make sure her first anal orgasm made this ass mine. "What will you do to get her for me bitch?"

She squealed. "ANYTHING! I'll lie, I'll trick her, I'll lick her fucking twat on my knees for you daddy! I'll do anything to get her for you just PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME FUCKING CUM!" I hadn't let her orgasm since I replaced her fingers with mine and she was on the verge of all of those orgasms at once, she was fucking rabid with need. I worked my fingers and my hips a bit longer before I pulled out and in one smooth motion shoved my cock balls deep into her clenching pussy.

She SCREAMED as she went off in four different ways and my balls finally unloaded as deep in her as I could get. She slumped forward and I caught her, lowering her to the ground with a smile. Her eyes were vacant and glazed and she was drooling and twitching, and I grinned down at the little bitch. But as she slumped there on the ground with her bare well fucked ass in the air an orange-gold symbol of a snake eating itself burned into existence on her lower back.

[ Congratulations host! I rank member of A rank Superhero team the Justice League stolen. Averaging point value, averaging difficulty. Deducting rank for non-powered human conquest, deducting rank for sidekick conquest. Theft value F rank! Ten thousand points awarded! System update! Tutorial mode disengaged! Money will no longer provide GP! Continue to gather treasures and get stronger!]

What...the fuck?

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, I could guide her opinions slowly. This, I could work with.

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 2:00 AM EDT

Despite the fact that I could implant direct changes to emotions and thought processes, I didn't immediately rewire Barbie to be my loyal little fuck toy. The reasons for that were varied and many, but they boiled down to two things. Firstly, she spent her time around fucking superheroes, if she suddenly became a brain dead bimbo, SOMEONE was going to notice, and then probably hunt me down and kill me. Secondly, I actually kind of liked how bitchy she was, it made the sex way better.

So, with no real options but to figure out some way to buy time I put that good old Lord genius to work, and buckled down to come up with a solution. Now, I'd already implanted a few commands, but one of those was pretty mild (not to talk about or draw attention to this specific night) and the other one was basically just telling her to agree with me about something, so it shouldn't be crazy noticeable. That said, she was going to be acting strange, so I needed some reason for her to become more erratic. I needed an enemy to point her at that she could mention to the League to draw their focus.

That list was long and incredibly varied, but there were other boxes to check. They needed to be big, scary, and incredibly insidious. They needed to be doing something terrible that she would feel personally connected to. And most importantly they needed to absolve me of responsibility for this mess in some way that would make THEM the focus of her anger over this, and make me an ally in the fight against them.

The first was easy enough, the second would be tough, and the third was complicated, but I was pretty sure I had a way to check boxes two and three at the same time. I had a plan, and I needed to be as sympathetic as possible for it to work. I took a deep breath, getting my acting pants on, and then leaned against the wall and began to silently weep. I'd learned to cry on command as a child, my father insisted manipulating strangers was a necessary life skill, so making the tears come was easy enough. I choked out through my sniffles. "You can get up. Oh gods, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

This part was tricky. I couldn't overplay this or it would look stupid, but she needed to believe that her enslavement hurt me as much as it hurt her. It would reinforce the idea that we were in this together. I could see her out of the corner of my eye and she just froze. I tried in vain to mop up the tears. "I'm sorry. Fuck, that's embarrassing. I can't believe I'm crying like a little girl. Shit. I just...this is bullshit. My life was fine. Great even. Until THEY got ahold of me. They gave me these fucking powers and everything has been shit since."

Step one of the plan. Make my powers not my fault. Simple, but effective. If I'm as much of a victim as she is then she'll be more willing to 'protect' me from the League and from my fictional captors by staying quiet. It also creates a reason for me to be terrified of authority figures, and combined with who my dad is being scared of the League would make perfect sense. As expected, she's still angry over what was done to her and all that anger is now directed at these fictional not me bad guys. "Someone kidnapped you? They gave you powers?"

Her tense and urgent voice, makes me smile internally. Nice. Looks like I tripped into an already unfolding situation. That was less unlikely than it seemed, the League had like fifty plots against them unfolding at any given time, I'd had decent odds of my fictional antagonists matching at least one of them. I laughed bitterly. "Gave. Like they were a fucking present. Like I asked for this. Ever since I got away I've been terrified of them catching me again. I barely leave the fucking house. I still don't know what they did to me."

Step two of the plan. Lie my ass off. I had a ready made excuse for what had happened to her, and it wasn't the Greed System she didn't know existed. I gestured down at my body. "Whatever they did to me, it changed me. I'm...different. Not human anymore." I filled my voice with disgust and self loathing. "You don't have to pretend. I'm sure you noticed what a fucking freak I am now." I was honestly lucky I'd used the blood after I'd met her. It gave me something to point to as my "powers" this way even if I ended up getting exposed to the League I would have some level of plausibility.

Of course, I needed to make something that would prevent fucking mental intrusions and I needed to make it as soon as she left. i knew the League had telepaths, and I needed to be prepared for that, luckily I had like forty thousand points to play with so I was positive I could swing something. Barbie got up and tentatively walked over to me. "I...I thought you seemed different but it was dark in the woods and then the club...I see what you mean now though. Nicky you don't...you're not a freak just because you have powers."

She reached for me and I flinched away. I put a little shudder in my body. Gods it was exhausting pretending to be a whiny little bitch. This was why I didn't bother with manipulating people as much anymore. I looked up, my red rimmed eyes meeting hers, and swallowed. "Please don't tell anyone. Please? I don't want them to know what I am now? That I'm some...thing. At least until we figure out who did this. WHAT they did." I took her hands, staring into her eyes pleadingly. You're Batgirl. You can help me find out who did this! Then we can figure it out from there. Please?"

Step three. Put a bow on that shit. My sob story was now hitting all three of my requirements for an enemy AND tying back into the preexisting instructions I gave her. If it was just one or the other I wouldn't be sure it was enough. But I'd straight up ordered her to be convinced before, and with my logic looping back around she would be unnaturally swayed by my persuasion. Combined with the heroic desire to protect the innocent, she would feel obligated to keep my 'secret'.

Of course, it helped that making this an issue of me being experimented on against my will made her a victim by

transference, which gave her a personal stake in my pain. But this was incredibly important. If I hadn't met Mal or had him under control already I could actually go to the League. I could give them my song and dance about being an experiment and pretend none of this was my fault. Unfortunately at the moment I had one giant fucking loose end in that plan.

My identity as Nick had straight up TOLD Mal I purposefully enhanced myself, and my Mammon identity was a dead ringer for the fake mastermind I'd made up. I needed to get Mal under control and arrange mental protection for him before the League found out I existed. By touching the area of my mind with the Greed System in it I knew Barbie would be immune to mental manipulation now, well, any mental manipulation that wasn't from me. Which was...problematic but one thing at a time.

What I needed most right now was time. If I could get Barbie to agree to keep the League out of this of her own will, she could work around them in a manner that wouldn't be suspicious to the people who knew her. That would buy me time to shore up the few loose ends I had and then I could just pretend I had no leads about the people who 'kidnapped' me. The League would chase their own tails for a while until something shiny distracted them and I could just lay low and ride out the storm as a victim, assuming they even found out I was involved with anything to begin with.

Barbie's eyes were conflicted. She didn't want to keep this to herself. I could see it on her face. But I also saw something else. Aside from ordering her to be convinced earlier and playing the pity card, I'd also played on her vanity. She was a sidekick, and I was handing her a massive League level problem and telling her she could handle it herself. With my previous order making her more certain that she could actually do that, I imagine it was tempting as hell to try to fly solo on this.

She walked back over and flopped down on the bed, wincing slightly as she landed on her incredibly well used ass. It didn't jar her from her thoughts though as she went quiet, her face scrunched in concentration as she went over every angle of what had happened. I was doubly glad I'd ordered her to see that it was a better idea to handle this without the League, because from her expression she was fucking dissecting every angle of this. My heart was thundering in my chest.

I hated improv. A good lie should be carefully thought out and well crafter. For small stuff like trying to fuck a girl off the cuff was fine, but trying to freestyle a fucking escape from possibly enraging the Justice League was mentally exhausting. She bit her lip. "Ok." My eyes snapped open wide and I stared at her in disbelief. She looked at me sternly. "But there are going to be a couple of rules."

I held my breath, curious what she would say, and nodded at her to go ahead. "Whether this is your fault or not, the fact is I'm...compromised. I'm going to arrange a series of conditional tests for myself daily. If you give me any orders or try to control me it'll trigger a series of information packets to be sent to every hero I know, telling them exactly what has happened." I nodded, a bit relieved. I was past the point where ordering her to do anything would help, I needed her own normal unaltered brain to get out of this, so her tests were fine. Hell if the League became aware of me later they might help.

She swallowed hard and continued. "Secondly experiment or not you're a civilian. If we're going to look into this, we're doing it together. You do what I say, no matter what kind of compulsion you have available. I know how to do this safely and I don't want you getting killed trying to go rogue and find whoever hurt you. There have been teenagers disappearing all over the world. These people are organized and dangerous and we don't know what they want. The fact that they're trying to give people powers is a game changer and a huge break in the case, and it's one of the main reasons I'm agreeing to this. Is all of that clear."

I nodded in relief. That was all perfectly fine. I didn't want to be dragged all over town looking for someone who didn't exist anyway. Best case for me was that I got Mal under control, arranged for telepath protection, and then had him claim the same thing I had. We could go to the League and let them study us, and once they saw we'd been chemically altered in a way beyond what anyone on Earth could manage now, our stories would be rock solid. Until then I could just let Barbie do her detective thing and I wouldn't need to get involved in anything dangerous. After all the power thing was a false lead. What were the chances someone was actually experimenting on all those missing kids and giving them superpowers?

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 3:00 AM EDT

Getting Barbie to leave after she agreed to my plan was the most challenging part of the whole night. I'd apparently sold my tearful revelation much too well, and fucking her into a drooling stupor one to many times had gotten her a bit attached. Which was super sweet because I was attached to her too (that pussy was better than fucking heroin, and her asshole was my new nirvana) but also inconvenient because I had an apparently sentient reality warping system to question. Finally, after a good twenty minutes of her holding me as I "cried myself to sleep", she left.

As soon as I heard the cab pull up and drive away with her I sat up with a groan. Gods that had been exhausting. It was nice to know I was a good enough fuck to make her all clingy, or at least that my lies had been good enough that she felt we had really connected, but faking that breakdown had been tiring as hell. I glared around the room at seemingly nothing. "Alright Greedy, she's gone. Now I have some fucking questions for you, and if you don't answer them I'll hand your ass over to the Justice League myself. I'm sure they have a way to remove you."

[They actually don't. But it hardly matters at this point. I was a bit hesitant to work with you before, but after seeing that...well, I have a new respect for you kid. I suppose if we're going to be partners I should at least introduce myself. My name is Marcus Licinius Crassus. I was the LAST owner of the Greed System.]

I recognized that name from my lessons as a kid. Marcus Crassus was one of dads go to examples of what not to end up becoming. I blinked. "Wait. THE Marcus Crassus? One of the three members of the original triumvirate with Julius Caeser? How the fuck did your campaign on the Parthian Empire fail so badly if you had access to the Greed System? You were considered one of the richest men in Rome at that time. You must have had fuck tons of points. Couldn't you have just outfitted your armies in F rank gear? Or made an S rank item? Also why am I just hearing this now? Why not tell me from the start?"

[Because I couldn't. I was suppressed until you completed the tutorial mode. Before you ask no I can't tell you why or by who. As for the other stuff, yes, that was me, and the Parthians cheated. Their gods got involved in the conflict directly. And I didn't have nearly enough points to make an S rank. They cost ten billion, and there are...other requirements.]

Huh. Who knew. Regardless Crassus's past, while interesting, wasn't really relevant here. "How did you end up becoming some weird ghost thing in the system. Is that going to happen to me? Because I'll be honest, the idea of winding up in some guys head in two thousand years does not appeal. Even if I get to watch him demolish some prime pussy like that redhead who just limped out of here." I couldn't help but get a bit smug at fucking BATGIRL into submission. Gods I was good.

[It might happen to you. If you die before accomplishing the Greed Systems mission goal. Specifically the creation of an object beyond the S grade. Again, can't tell you who the mission comes from or why we have it, but it's a must. The Greed System consumes everything, including, inevitably, it's own user. Kind of wish we were told that at the start but oh well.]

His voice sounded...tired. Sad even. I'd never heard him sound anything but robotic or more recently snarky. "Speaking of, how did I get the system anyway? It just showed up out of nowhere." I'd actually been suspiciously unconcerned about that in retrospect. It felt like the system might have been steering my mind away from those kinds of questions. Even now I had the subtle urge to just shrug it off and go back to figuring things out. Unfortunately for whatever was causing it, my distress over the mess I was in was keeping me laser focused.

I felt Crassus give the mental equivalent of a shrug...which was weird to experience in my brain. But when he finally responded his voice was careful.

[It's...genetic. You're a descendant of mine. As for why it activated for you and not for someone else I have no idea. From what I've seen since you got the system superpowers seem to be fairly random, maybe you just woke up yours. I got it from...someone else. Now, no more about the system's origins. This is starting to cause me pain, I'm not supposed to answer most of these questions.]

I was far from finished asking about the system, but I had other things to worry about now. I needed to create some methods to protect from mental intrusion, preferably something that I could give to Barbie and Mal so I could move forward with my plans. "Fine. Well I have forty thousand points now, so I need to use those to make some mental defenses. Any ideas for that?" Because honestly I had no idea where the hell to start. Hopefully being some ancient Greed System veteran Crassus would have some ideas.

[My suggestion would be a pharmacy. From what I've seen they have drugs for basically everything. The question is can you get into one at this hour? I suspect a break in would be much more difficult to manage are a pharmacy than a pawn shop]

Clearly my supposed ancestor had been paying attention pretty well to this world, because he was right. His concern was also irrelevant. I grinned as I stood up, slipping into my costume. "Oh I don't thank that's going to be a problem. All I have to do is use the resources at my disposal." I headed to the garage, picking out a car basically at random to take with me to the pharmacy. With my mask on I wasn't worried about covering my tracks since it "kept my secrets" so I headed straight for the nearest twenty four hour pharmacy, with a quick stop on the way to take a few hundred bucks out of the bank.

I'd expected Crassus to ask about the plan, but he seemed content to leave me alone mostly. I remembered his comment about answering questions hurting him, so I figured I'd give him a rest until I had to start making the new meds. Finding a pharmacy was easy enough, and between my ominous masked form and the few hundred in bribes I managed to get the night clerk to wait outside while I shopped around for what I needed. Once he was gone I pulled out my phone and started looking around.

I was insanely lucky to have appraisal because most of these damned pills weren't sorted or labeled yet. Between searching for what I needed and identifying all the ingredients it took me a while to track everything down. Luckily all the pills I found were J rank, presumably because I was dealing with individual pills instead of bottles. I grabbed a bunch of different things to test out and without further ado I started combining medicines, trying to get something that would work. Half the I ranked stuff I created was useless, but it was cheap so I just kept trying until I got some results.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mind enhancer- I rank. A pill made from the combination of an anti psychotic and an Alzheimers medication. Prevents loss of memory for any experience within a twenty four hour period permanently.]

Crassus's voice sounded the same during appraisals as it had when he first woke up, except slightly more bored. That said the mind enhancer gave me something to work from, so I made another dozen of the things to make sure I had mats. Then I tried a few other combination. I made a pill that could prevent the need to sleep, a pill that prevented emotional disturbances, a pill that could purge poison, and several other slightly off the wall medicines, but finally I had enough of a stockpile to try combining them with the mind enhancer.

Most of the results were random or useless, and a few of them were genuinely disturbing ( one of them was a pill that would permanently alter your brain so you would hallucinate all the time, essentially experiencing your dreams while awake so you would never need to sleep again) but finally I stumbled on the right track. Combining the mind enhancer with the emotional disturbance prevention pill produced something fantastic.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mind Defense Medicine-H rank. Protect the emotions and memories of the user from being tampered with for twenty four hours. A strong mind resides within a strong body.]

Which was pretty fantastic, but also not exactly what I needed. I needed defense against mind reading, not tampering, and I needed it forever not just for a day. Luckily for me things got exponentially more powerful as they ranked up. I still had two ranks worth of combinations to do now that I had this. I decided to try merging two of the same pill first, hopefully it would increase the power or the duration, then I could merge in something else at F rank if I needed to. I triggered a merge on the two pills and the result was absolutely amazing.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Elixir of Mental Aegis-G rank. A powerful concoction that prevents any sort of mental intrusion for twenty four hours. Complete immunity to hypnotism, mind control, telepathy, and even mind altering drugs and poisons for the stated duration. Does not counter the Brand of Greed.]

I grinned. This was perfect. I could mix one of these with the H rank Stable Kobra Venom for Mal before I gave it to him and it would even take care of his drug problem. The venom was permanent too so it should create a lifetime effect. All I needed to do was figure out how to brand him. I couldn't use the method I used on Barbie but there had to be another way. Plus I could give this to Barbie and not worry about it countering the Brand for her either.

I would need to figure out what to mix it for to handle delivery. Technically her situation was less urgent since she didn't know anything damning. Once I got Mal under control I would be safe to try to figure out what I could do to maximize her upgrades. Barbie was my first Branded girl, and I wanted to make sure whatever I merged her with made her more effective in both combat and wrapped around my cock. For now though I had to focus on this last merge.

I needed some way to make this permanent. I suspected merging the pill itself with another version would end up creating another more powerful medication that would be temporary still. I needed something permanent, something long term. I spotted something off to one side and I felt my face pinch. Shit. I had an idea. I grabbed a box from the shelf and did another two merges, combining the item with itself before appraising it.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sexual Excellence Implant-G rank. Created from a combination of multiple birth control implants this implant provides a permanent protection against sexually transmitted diseases and the ability to alter fertility with a thought in either oneself or ones partner.]

I didn't want an implant obviously, but I suspected the permanence of it would carry over to the medicine I was making. I winced as I noted the drop in my points. I'd had a few thousand extra on top of my forty thousand base and I'd burned them now. This had to work because I couldn't afford to make more than four F rank items. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and merged the implant with the G ranked pill. The room filled with a riot of color and light as my first F ranked item was brought into existence. A single, blood red, spherical pill.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Eros and Psyche- F rank. The crystallization of a myth. Lust and knowledge, none will know your mind but the needs of lovers will be open to you. Understand the emotions and desires of you partner during lovemaking and control the creation of new life. To taste of your lust is to be forever changed, and the minds of your lovers will be closed to all outside forces forevermore. No harm can be done to you by a lover, intentional or indirect.]

I was pretty glad that I bribed the night clerk to go away. After all, wild maniacal laughter might leave a bad impression.