Quality Control

Lucas Rocha was bleary-eyed as he made his way slowly to the kitchen of his modest apartment. Milky early morning light filtered through the window. He added water and sugar to a small pot and put it on the stove to bring it to a boil, then added ground coffee to the hot liquid, stirred, and poured it into the filter cone perched on top of his favorite blue mug.

While the coffee was straining, he downed a cold bottle of sports drink from the fridge. His body gratefully absorbed the hydration and electrolytes it desperately craved after the night's exertions.

He glanced over at the open door to his bedroom, where his upstairs neighbor Isabella lay fast asleep and gently snoring. Only her perfect feet were visible from this angle, but her entire glorious body was seared into his memory.

Isabella was as impossible as she was insatiable. She was taller than any woman he had ever known and a thousand times more beautiful. Her physique was like something created by a classical sculptor trying to capture the essence of a goddess. Her face, framed by her short black hair, made him weep with its perfection. Her emerald green eyes seemed to claim his soul whenever he looked into them, making it clear beyond doubt that he belonged to her.

Isabella needs "a cup of sugar"

Two months ago she'd knocked on his door, dressed in tight, barely-there gym clothes and wielding a flimsy pretext for the visit. He'd noticed the gorgeous woman who lived upstairs before - how could he not - but had never imagined that she would be interested in him. There were oddities in her behavior - comings and goings at all hours, strange noises from her apartment upstairs, and the time she'd appeared to carry a new couch upstairs by herself. He assumed there was a rational explanation for all of it and didn't worry too much.

She'd made her intentions quite clear on that first visit and had swept aside any hesitation he might have had with a relentless, irresistible seduction. Their lovemaking had been intense and unlike anything he'd experienced.

He thought back to the night before and how she'd fucked him for hours - in a variety of positions but always in charge - until he lost track of how many times she climaxed. Somehow she'd controlled his own release, keeping him in denied frustration until the very end, when she had allowed him to explode inside her with an orgasm so intense reality seemed to shatter around him. His body quivered at the recollection of pleasure so deep it approached pain.

After weeks of being her regular plaything, he was close to complete collapse. At work, he went through the motions like a zombie. At home, he waited nervously for her knock at the door, unable to relax as fear and excited anticipation warred within him.

He'd tried to resist her. He told her he needed to take a break, but that had only lasted a few days before she'd knocked on his door once again, wearing even tighter shorts than the first time, and he had been unable to turn her away. He was only human.

Last night's sex had gone on until the small hours of the morning before she'd allowed him his one orgasm. She had rolled over and fallen asleep almost immediately. He’d watched her for a while, taking the opportunity to see her in that brief window of vulnerability, before his own exhaustion had claimed him.

After hydration and caffeine, he rode his motorcycle to the garage and started his shift. Doctor Monteiro's ancient Volkswagen Beetle was waiting for him to try and breathe life into its tired transmission. Lucas was relieved to be back in the world of machines. He understood mechanisms in a way he would never understand people, least of all the incredible woman who had claimed him as her own.

His boss José suddenly called out from the back of the garage, his voice strained. "Lucas, you… have a visitor."

"I'm working here," Lucas shouted back. "Can't they wait?"

"No. They really can't."

Lucas rolled out from beneath the Volkswagen and got to his feet. He wiped his greasy hands on his jeans and walked to the back to see José with the mysterious visitor who apparently couldn't wait.

It took a moment for his brain to process what he was seeing. His boss was kneeling on the oil-stained concrete floor with his head bowed before Supergirl Adrianna, the absolute ruler of South America. She was larger than life, dominating the scene in a shiny black costume that clung to the curves of her divine form like it had been painted on. The feared ‘S’ shield of the League of Supergirls was emblazoned in silver across her chest.

Supergirl Adrianna drops in on Lucas at work

He understood in a vague sense that the world was ruled by the League of Supergirls and had been since before he was born. The League divided the world based on where each member had lived before their transformation. By some twist of fate, Adrianna had ended up with all of South America as her domain. For a few years, she'd been forced to share with Supergirl Zoe in Argentina, but the white-haired Zoe had since disappeared, leaving her home country in chaos, and Adrianna as the sole Supergirl in South America once again.

Supergirl Adrianna's capricious, iron-fisted rule from her palace in Rio was a distant fact of his life, but he was just one of 400 million people in her domain. He had never expected to meet her in person. Every human hoped to avoid encountering a Supergirl, since such meetings were often fatal.

Now that she was standing in front of him, there was something oddly familiar about her face. He dismissed the thought - he had seen her on television and on official posters. Her statue was where the Christo Redentor in Rio had once stood, after all.

The invincible Supergirl didn't acknowledge José kneeling at her feet. She smiled at Lucas, which confused him. He was sure he was supposed to be frightened.

"Lucas Rocha," she purred. "So good of you to join us. I thought it was time we met and got to know one another."

What could the undisputed tyrant of an entire continent possibly want with a humble mechanic?

"With respect, Supergirl Adrianna, why would you want to get to know me?"

She tilted her head. "Because you’re fucking my daughter, of course."

Lucas was so confused the word barely did justice to his mental state.

“With respect again, Supergirl Adrianna. There must be some mistake.”

“You’re Isabella’s downstairs neighbor - the one she visits almost every night to satisfy her sexual needs.”

“Are you saying that Isabella is… Oh dear.”

Lucas felt like a trapdoor in the skin of the world had opened beneath him. It shouldn’t be possible but it explained everything. Isabella was one of them - a Supergirl. Her beauty and stamina seemed superhuman because they literally were.

He'd heard talk of a Supergirl in São Paulo who wore red and blue instead of silver and black, and who helped people instead of hurting them. José had sworn blind that the new Supergirl had rescued his aunt's cat from a tree. Lucas hadn't paid it much mind: rumors of “good” Supergirls didn't help him fix cars and José was prone to exaggerate.

José looked up and exclaimed, "Shit, Lucas, what have you done?"

Supergirl Adrianna glanced down. "Oh, I forgot he was there."

She casually grabbed his head in both hands and twisted until his neck snapped. She let the body slump to the floor.

"Can't let gossip get around," said Supergirl Adrianna.

Lucas stared at the corpse. He felt shock at José's sudden demise but no fear or disgust, which worried him. José had been an asshole, but he’d given him a job when no-one else would, and he’d always paid him on time. People often told Lucas that he didn’t react to things in the “right” way and this seemed like one of those times.

Supergirl Adrianna watched Lucas intently.

“First time you’ve seen someone murdered?”

Lucas nodded.

“It’s nothing like a video game,” she said. "Have you had breakfast yet? I spotted an adorable little cafe at the end of the street."

Lucas shook his head, overwhelmed by the insane situation he had been thrust into. His booty call's mother was one of the evil Supergirls who ruled the world, his boss was dead, and the coffee at the nearby cafe was so bad there was no way Adrianna would let the owner live if she tasted it. It was all too much to process.

He stared dumbly at the Volkswagen he'd been working on.

"Doctor Monteiro needs his car," he said

Supergirl Adrianna stared at him, her eyes widened.

"You're blowing me off to work on a Volkswagen Bug that may be older than I am?"

Adrianna had been 25 when she’d become a Supergirl, 27 years ago. Lucas was sure even Monteiro's rusty deathtrap wasn't that old. But she hadn't aged a day in nearly three decades. She and Isabella could have been sisters. The resemblance was obvious now that Adrianna stood before him with her hands on her hips and a face like thunder. He suddenly realized how much he might be fucking up. It would have been bad enough if she'd just been Isabella's mother, but she was also the woman with the power of life or death over every human in South America.

He looked between her and the car. Twin sources of guilt and obligation. Doctor Monteiro needed his car to visit patients. Supergirl Adrianna could incinerate him with a glance, and she was Isabella’s mother. He couldn’t decide.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," said Adrianna. “How long will it take?”

“An hour or two,” said Lucas.

He explained the process of disassembling, diagnosing, and repairing something for which he didn’t have quite the right parts.

Adrianna nodded. In a blur of super-speed, gathered a few tools and parts from across the garage. She flew under the car on her back and began the work Lucas had described, her hands moving faster than the human eye could follow. A few pinpoint bursts of heat vision sealed everything with super humanly precise spot welds.

The elapsed time was less than two minutes. She used a wide, low-intensity burst of heat vision to burn the grease off her hands.

"All fixed," she said. "Happy now?"

There was a smudge of oil on her left cheek. Lucas took a clean rag and gently wiped it off. Adrianna's eyes widened.

"That was sweet," she said, "but touching me without permission is a capital offense."

"I'm sorry, Supergirl Adrianna," he said. "I didn't think."

"That seems to be a pattern with you.”

She looked him up and down. Lucas had the unnerving feeling that she was using her x-ray vision to see beneath his clothes. She licked her perfect red lips and smiled.

“Hmm, I can see why Isabella is fond of you: you’re quite yummy. I’m a little sad I didn’t get to you first: you would have been a nice addition to my harem. You must work out."

"I used to," said Lucas, "but I haven't been able to get to the gym recently."

"Well, I'm sure pleasuring my daughter is more strenuous than anything the gym can offer. More fun, too.”

She trailed a finger down his face and he gasped at the sudden arousal he felt. His cock was instantly rock hard and throbbing, desperate for release.

“Isabella hasn’t learned that trick yet,” she said.

She ran her hand down his chest and stomach and stopped when she reached the tip of the large bulge in the front of his pants. She traced a lazy circle with one finger.

Lucas gasped.

“I could make you cum right now,” she said. “A touch, a kiss, a gentle gust of superbreath. Would you like that?”

With every beat of his heart, his body screamed its need for sexual release. Adrianna was as beautiful as Isabella and clearly more experienced. Her touch was overwhelming.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate,” he heard himself say, despite the protests of primitive portions of his nervous system.

Adrianna pursed her lips.

“You’re right, of course. I shouldn’t play with Isabella’s toys. Shall we go grab some refreshments?"

"Yes," said Lucas, relieved that Adrianna wasn’t planning to use him as one of her playthings. "But not at Regina's. Her coffee is… shit."

"Noted," said Adrianna. "Where would you recommend?"

"Café Zero is the best nearby. They're nihilists, so the coffee is great, but it's expensive."

She looked at him with an unreadable expression. "I don't pay for things."

Lucas opened his mouth to explain that money being exchanged for goods and services was a fundamental tenet of a post-barter economy before his brain caught up to what she meant.

"Oh, right, of course. You don’t have to pay, because you're… you."

"Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," she said.

He gestured towards the back of the garage where José’s body lay in a sad heap.

"What about…?"

Adrianna rolled her eyes. "I'll call for a disposal crew to come by." She frowned. "Ooh, Isabella's going to be mad. I promised to behave in her city." She shrugged. "Oh, well. It's a mother's prerogative to make a mess sometimes. So, I guess you get a promotion."

Lucas shook his head. "Oh no. José owned the garage and his family will probably sell it. I’ll have to find a new job.”

"A job?" said Adrianna. "Gross. We’ll figure something out. I’m sure his family can be persuaded to make other arrangements. Now, coffee. No more delays!”

"It's a twenty minute walk," he said. "Is that okay or should we call a cab? My bike isn't big enough for both of us."

Again, Adrianna gave him a look he was unable to parse.

"You really are the most curious boy," she said. "I'm a Supergirl. We don't walk: we fly."

With a smooth motion she lifted him off his feet and cradled him in her arms. They soared into the sky and landed in front of Café Zero a few moments later.

Lucas' legs almost collapsed when she placed him back on the ground.

"Please try not to throw up," she said. "I know the first time is hard, but you would not believe how unpleasant the smell of vomit is when you have super-senses."

Lucas clenched his mouth and nodded. "I'm good." He opened the door for her. "After you, Supergirl Adrianna."

The cafe went quiet as they entered. Every customer did a quick mental tally of their recent actions, looking for anything that might have brought the wrath of a Supergirl down upon them. When Adrianna went up to the counter like a normal customer instead of immolating them all with her heat vision, they breathed a sigh of relief and took a sudden interest in staring at their drinks.

The heavily pierced and tattooed barista didn’t seem bothered by or even that interested in Adrianna’s presence. There were advantages to nihilism, Lucas supposed.

After ordering their coffee, Adrianna led Lucas to a table in the back. The rest of the customers quickly left while trying not to be obvious about it. Soon it was just the two of them and the barista.

Supergirl Adrianna enjoys a good cup of coffee

Adrianna took a sip.

“You’re right,” she said. “The coffee is good. So, tell me Mr. Rocha, what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

“I had no idea Isabella was your daughter, I swear. I didn’t even know Supergirls could have children.”

“Normally we can’t. Human sperm is incapable of penetrating a bulletproof egg. Oh, you suddenly look so relieved! Did you not discuss birth control with Isabella? What a good Catholic boy you are.”

Lucas glanced down. “Isabella didn’t bring it up so I assumed she had things taken care of, which I now realize was dumb of me. I was raised Catholic but I don’t believe in it. Religion is kind of stupid.”

“Bold words when you’re sitting across from a goddess.”

“Not in a theological sense,” he said. “My understanding is that you’re incredibly powerful but not omnipotent. You couldn’t create a world or people.”

Adrianna shrugged. “That’s fair. I suppose we’re more like demigoddesses. You’re an odd one, Lucas. One minute you seem to struggle to understand what’s in front of you and the next you’re debating theology. You're not what I was expecting. Isabella made you sound like a himbo, but you’re something quite different.”

She must have seen the anxiety in his expression.

“It’s okay,” she said. “A little neurodivergence can be helpful for humans dealing with Supergirls.”

Uncomfortable with the subject, Lucas tried to shift the discussion back to Isabella. “So, if Supergirls can’t get pregnant, how is Isabella your daughter?”

“I was three months pregnant when I began the transformation into a Supergirl. Isabella came along for the ride in my womb. Last year, she became a Supergirl herself, much to her dismay.”

“She wasn’t born with powers?”

“No, she was an ordinary human until her 25th birthday, just like the rest of us. Now, you haven’t answered my question. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

Lucas took a sip of coffee, playing for time while he slowly organized his thoughts. Being with Isabella was so overwhelming, he hadn’t considered any kind of future for the two of them. He rarely thought about the future at all, truth be told.

“I’m not sure my intentions matter,” he said. “Isabella’s always been the one driving our relationship, if that’s even the right word. Now I know she’s a Supergirl, I don't know if I would dare express an opinion.”

Adrianna laughed. “That might be the case if you were in a relationship with me, but Isabella isn’t like the other Supergirls. She still has human morality. She isn’t going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Lucas realized Adrianna was right. Isabella had been aggressive, dominant, and maybe a little selfish during their trysts, but she hadn’t forced herself on Lucas. He’d been a willing and enthusiastic participant throughout.

“I’m not really a long-term planner,” said Lucas. “I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you.”

“Cards on the table, Lucas. I came to see you because I want to know if you’re worthy of my daughter.”

“So you're testing me? What happens if I fail?”

Her eyes glowed bright red for a second.

“If you fail, I’ll make it quick. I bear you no ill-will, but if you’re not going to make Isabella happy, I can’t allow you to live.”

“Oh,” said Lucas. “I see.”

“Don’t look so worried,” she said. “You’re already doing a lot better than I expected. Not pissing yourself when I threaten to disintegrate you with heat vision is impressive in and of itself.”

Lucas laughed despite the danger. “I’m not going to lie, it was touch or go for a second there.”

“Do you love Isabella?” asked Adrianna.

“Can Supergirls love?” he responded.

“Answering a question with a question is very rude, Lucas. Yes, Supergirls can love and it is a terrifying thing. I love my daughter and you would be horrified to know what I have done to protect her over the years.”

“What about romantic love?”

Adrianna smiled.

“You do like to sail close to the wind, don’t you? Yes, Supergirls can fall in love, but our love can consume a human. Fiona loves her consort deeply but has reduced him to a shell of what he once was. Aisling loves fiercely but her girlfriends never last more than a few months before they break and go insane. Even Michele is capable of love, but the pitiable husks she leaves behind are barely recognizable as human.”

“You said Isabella isn’t like the other Supergirls, though.”

“That’s true, but she is just as powerful as any of us. Loving a Supergirl is dangerous, even if she tries not to hurt people. Now answer my question: do you love her?”

“No,” said Lucas. “Beyond sex, I barely know her.”

“She’s her mother’s girl… So what do you feel for her?”

Lucas considered the question. He’d asked himself the same thing but without the pressure to come up with an answer that Adrianna’s frightening presence represented. The evil Supergirl’s was a catalyst for his thinking.

“Awe, I suppose,” he eventually said. “I didn’t realize she was a Supergirl but I did see that she was incredible.”

“How did you not figure it out?” asked Adrianna. “She doesn’t do a great job of blending in.”

Lucas blushed, “I can be a bit oblivious, I guess. My brother always said I was stupid.”

“Where’s your brother now?”

“I don’t know. We haven’t talked since I left Vitoria.”

“Finish your coffee,” said Adrianna. “It’s time for another test.”

Once outside, Adrianna scooped him up into her arms and soared into the sky, higher than before. Lucas checked the position of the sun and estimated that they were flying roughly northwest but he had no way of judging how fast they were moving.

A few minutes later, they descended and landed on the street next to a run-down residential building on the outskirts of a city he didn’t recognize.

“Campinas,” said Adrianna, answering his unasked question. “This building has been illegally subdivided into ten units.”

She took a smartphone from her waistband and swiped faster than his eyes could follow. She passed it to him. The screen showed a rolling feed of texts and website visits, each with a marker identifying which unit the person was in.

“Live surveillance of Internet and SMS traffic from this building,” she said. “Examine the feed and identify the dissident for me.”

“Couldn’t you do it faster?”

“Of course,” she said. “I already have. That’s not the point: I want you to do it. I’m either going to kill everyone in this building or I’m going to kill just the one person you identify.”

Lucas saw the trap at once: a classic trolley problem. Kill a few with an action and become complicit in her cruel regime, or maintain his innocence and let many die through inaction. Which path did she want him to take, though? Did she want her daughter’s lover to be a man of high-minded principle or a man willing to take hard decisions even if they got his hands dirty?

He glanced at the feed for a few minutes and spotted the dissident at once. They obviously thought their traffic was protected from eavesdropping but the League of Supergirls had cut through their encryption with ease. They were shooting the shit and fantasizing about ways they could undermine the rule of the Supergirls but it was obvious they posed no real threat.

Something else was also clear to Lucas from the distinctive phrasing, grammatical errors, and mangled idioms of the text messages and forum posts. The dissident in Unit #4 was his brother.

He looked into Adrianna’s emerald green eyes, so like those of her daughter, but somehow colder. He saw nothing human in her expression. He knew what he was to her - what every human was to her - something less than an insect. The only reason she hadn’t squashed him already was because of the remote possibility that he might give Isabella more pleasure alive than dead. The idea of forcing Lucas to mark his own brother for death amused her.

There was one thing she perhaps hadn’t considered from her godlike vantage point: Lucas genuinely hated his brother.

“Unit #4,” he said. “He just posted an explicit fantasy about what he’d do to you if you lost your powers. It’s pretty bad.”

Adrianna looked at the building. Twin beams of livid red heat vision burst from her eyes, burning through the wall and leaving two round scorch marks.

Supergirl Adrianna does some pest control

“Your brother is dead,” she said.

“Good,” he replied.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Another test passed. Isabella might have better taste than I thought. I doubt you’ll impress me on the next one, though.”

Again, Adrianna lifted him and flew into the sky. She turned east towards Rio. Before too long they were descending towards her obsidian palace in the heart of the city.

Lucas’ heart sank when he realized their destination. While they had still been in São Paulo or nearby he had felt some slim hope of being able to escape his encounter with Adrianna, as unrealistic as that was. But once inside her palace, the chance of ever seeing the outside world again seemed distant.

She led him through the polished stone corridors, deeper into her realm. He followed obediently, knowing that to express dissent was to invite his own destruction.

They went down, descending to the basement. The room they arrived at was equipped as something between a laboratory and a sex dungeon. Stainless steel tables with leather restraints bumped up against scientific equipment he didn’t recognize. A display case of whips and riding crops stood next to another of strap-on dildos of incredible size and barbed cruelty.

“Strip,” commanded Adrianna. Her tone of voice made it very clear to him that disobedience would not be tolerated.

He removed his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a stainless steel table.

Adrianna lifted him as if he weighed nothing and pushed him against an upright steel table. She quickly strapped his wrists and ankles, securing him in place.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked, his throat tight with terror.

“I’m not going to do anything,” said Adrianna. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. My friend Tania, on the other hand has flown in from Beirut and she’s eager to work her magic…”

At that moment, Supergirl Tania entered the room. She was a little shorter than Adrianna, about the same height as Lucas. She was curvier and bustier, though. Before becoming a Supergirl and claiming the Middle East as her domain, Tania had been an adult film star and she knew how to use her body to reduce men to quivering puddles of sexual need. She was wearing a narrow black tube top with a silver ‘S’ symbol, skintight black pants, and a pair of thigh-high boots.

Her hips swayed seductively as she approached the helpless Lucas, her brown eyes meeting his. He responded to her advance as she had intended him to, his cock quickly hardening to a throbbing erection.

Supergirl Tania is well-versed in the art of seduction

“Aren’t you a good boy,” she purred. “Ready and eager for me.”

“As a favor to me Tania is going to test how committed you are to my daughter,” said Adrianna. “If you can resist her without begging to be allowed to cum then you pass the test.”

“What happens if I fail?” asked Lucas.

“If Tania is feeling generous, you will get to cum. Then you will die.”

Tania wrapped one hand around his cock and began to stroke gently. It was hard to believe that the soft hand she was using could bend solid steel, so light was her touch.

Lucas tried and failed to suppress a moan.

“Do you like that?” asked Tania.

He didn’t respond. She squeezed hard, reminding him of the raw power she possessed. He yelped in pain.

“Answer me when I ask you a question and don’t even think about lying. I can tell.”

“Yes, Supergirl Tania. It feels very nice when you touch me.”

“Oh dear,” said Adrianna. “I don’t think Isabella would like that.”

“This isn’t fair,” said Lucas. “How am I supposed to resist a Supergirl?”

“Fair went out the window the moment you stuck your dick in my daughter,” said Adrianna. “Prove you’re faithful to Isabella or I will burn you to ash.”

“Would you like to feel my mouth on your cock?” asked Tania.

His heart beat faster at the prospect of the Supergirl’s luscious lips wrapped around him. He couldn’t lie and he couldn’t stay silent.

“Yes, Supergirl Tania. I’d like that very much.”

She kneeled and he gasped as she took him inside her warm mouth and ran her powerful tongue over his tip.

What followed was a masterclass in tease and denial. With her superpowered senses, Tania was able to detect when Lucas was right on the edge of orgasm, and she made sure not to let him tip over. She dragged him across the jagged edge of denial with her tongue for what felt like hours. She rolled his balls with one hand and explored every crevice of his body with the other, while relentlessly teasing him with her mouth, tongue, and throat.

He whimpered as she edged him over and over.

Adrianna leaned in close, her breath warm on his face as she whispered.

“Wouldn’t you like to give in?” she asked. “All you have to do is beg and you can spill your seed in her mouth. Just ask nicely and you can cum.”

“Please stop,” begged Lucas. “Please stop.”

Tania didn’t stop. With the boundless stamina of a Supergirl she continued to tease him. After her mouth, she used her tits, jerking him off in her tight cleavage. Then she used her ass, squeezing his desperate cock between the cheeks of her bubble butt. She alternated between using her hands and mouth, laughing as he twitched and jerked and moaned as she forced him to experience edge after edge.

Lucas entered a state of disassociation. His identity collapsed under Tania’s relentless erotic assault. He began to forget that he had ever been anything but the subject of her teasing. He had always lived on the edge of a permanently denied orgasm and he always would.

He spoke but he had no idea what he was saying. Had he failed the test and begged the intoxicating Supergirl to let him cum in her mouth, in her hands, or on her incredible tits? He hadn’t a clue.

Without warning, the erotic assault stopped. He slowly returned to his senses. Supergirl Adrianna was frowning and Supergirl Tania was pouting.

“What did I say?” asked Lucas.

“You mostly begged her to stop,” said Adrianna. “Although you did give us some insight into your upbringing. Your description of the incident with your brother and the potato was horrifying, even for me.”

“Give me another day or two,” said Tania. “I’ll break him eventually. It would be fun. You know how I like to make men beg.”

“No,” said Adrianna. “I’m afraid we have to give him back to Isabella before she realizes he’s been taken. He’s an odd one but he’s proved his resilience.”

She grabbed him by the chin.

“But if you hurt or upset my little girl in any way, I will take my time killing you. Understand?”

“Yes, Supergirl Adrianna.”

“Good. Bruno, Isabella, and I have lunch together every Sunday. You’ll come to the next one. It’ll be fun.”

Adrianna dropped him off outside the garage. True to her word, Jose’s corpse had been removed and there was no hint that a superpowered murder had been committed there. Doctor Monteiro had picked up his car and left payment in an envelope. Lucas pocketed the small amount of cash, not knowing if he would have a job the next day.

He rode back to the apartment building in a daze, trying to make sense of what had happened. He wanted to run as far away from Isabella and her terrifying mother as he could, but if that upset Isabella he had no doubt Adrianna would be true to her word to torture him to death.

He wanted to take a shower, have a couple of stiff drinks, and get his ass kicked in Zephyr Rising. Instead, he climbed the stairs up to the next floor and knocked on Isabella’s door.

“Lucas, “ she said. “This is a surprise. Come in!”

He’d never been in her apartment before - she always came to him as if she was claiming his place as part of her territory. The space was similar to his, but furnished more nicely. A young woman with blue hair and green eyes, wearing a black t-shirt and bike shorts sat on the couch.

“I can smell pre-cum,” said the blue-haired woman. “What’s he been up to?”

Isabella blushed.

“Lucas, this is my friend Emery. We haven’t seen each other in a while and we were catching up.”

Lucas nodded. “Supergirl Emery,” he said. “Welcome to São Paulo. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Isabella stared at him with her mouth open.

“I know you’re a Supergirl,” he said. “Your mother came by for a chat.”

Emery cackled. “Oh shit! You met Adrianna and lived? Did she try to recruit you for her harem? Is that why you’re all pre-cummy?”

Lucas rubbed his eyes. The weight of his day crashed down on him suddenly. He was exhausted.

“Do you have anything to drink?” he asked.

“Fuck,” said Isabella. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was planning to do that. Did she hurt you?”

“Me? No. She killed José and my brother, then set her friend Tania on me to test if I was faithful. Drink?”

Isabella gestured for him to sit. She fetched a glass and a bottle of wine from the kitchen and poured him a generous measure.

“Are you all right?” she asked. “I’m sorry about your brother.”

“He was a dick,” said Lucas. “I wish she hadn’t killed José, though. Why didn’t you tell me?”

‘I should have, but I thought it was funny that you hadn’t figured it out.”

Emery laughed again.

“Did Isabella do the glasses thing? It’s actually a pretty good disguise.”

Lucas nodded towards Emery.

“So, you’re not like the other Supergirls but you’re still friends with them?”

“Is he always this salty?” asked Emery. “Or has hanging out with your mother and porn star Tania got him all riled up?”

“It’s complicated,” said Isabella. “I can’t condone the actions of the other Supergirls but they’re the only people who understand what it’s like. And I grew up with them around. They’re my weird evil family.”

“I should go,” said Emery. “Thank you for listening to my comic book bullshit, Isabella. I appreciate it."

"No worries. Multidimensional fisticuffs with a hot redhead is tame compared to what I had to deal with recently.”

"It was so good to see you again," said Emery. "Let's stay in touch."

The two Supergirls hugged.

“Good luck with the new boy,” said Isabella. “Try not to break him.”

“Think about what I suggested,” said Emery. “Letting him cum every time is way too generous. Cut him back to once a month and you’ll start to see a real improvement. I’ll have Aiko send you one of her new chastity rings.”

Emery turned to Lucas.

“Isabella was right: you’re a total snack! Stay safe.”

With those words, she turned and flew out the window.

Isabella shrugged. “That was Emery. She’s been dealing with some stuff.”

Lucas drank his entire glass of wine in one.

“Your mother wants me to come to lunch on Sunday.”

“Do you want to come?” asked Isabella.

Lucas laughed.

“Fucking Supergirl Adrianna didn’t phrase it as a request.”

Isabella sighed. She refilled Lucas’ glass and sat in his lap.

“So this is my life and now it’s yours. I’m really sorry I got you into this.”

“So… do you have a costume?” asked Lucas.

Isabella laughed and squirmed her butt against him. Despite his long day of teasing, he still responded to her. His cock stiffened.

“I have two,” she said. “Mini skirt and crop top, or skintight bodysuit. Which do you want to see first?”

“A skintight bodysuit sounds super sexy, but I’m guessing it makes it harder to do stuff…”

“Please! It was designed by Chao-Xing, who is hornier than hell.”

She disappeared in a blur of super-speed and reappeared wearing a skintight blue bodysuit that clung to her perfect form like a second skin.

Supergirl Isabella knows the effect she has on Lucas

“There’s a secret little seam here,” she said. “Full access.”

A moment and a burst of heat vision later, his pants were gone and she was straddling him. She took him inside her.

“It sounds like you’ve had a rough day,” she said. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Are you going to let me cum, Supergirl?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she purred. “Eventually. If you’re good… very, very good.”

Lucas leaned back in the chair and moaned. He was so fucked.