HBWnovel 250 L’amour En Abondance Part Three
250 L’amour En Abondance Part Three
250 L’amour En Abondance Part Three
Okay, I may have overdone it a little. I thought and looked down at the completely unconscious and sexually satisfied woman on the bed. She had taken a lot before her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and passed out, which was both good and bad. Good that she could take so much and bad that she was going to expect it every time we went to bed, or so her scattered thoughts told me.
It wasn't really a problem I couldn't handle, so I kissed her and made sure she would stay asleep for the rest of the night and equipped my hero costume and changed my face to Greg Veder's. I took out the paperwork from the slave markets and read the first address on the client list. I used my clairvoyance power to check the place belonging to a Russian mobster and stepped from where I was and into my vision.
The mansion was huge and I sensed out for powers, not finding any, and cast the detection spell for people, Hominum Revelio. I found the owners, the maids, the butlers, and five women in a room in the basement. A step later and I was in the basement room and saw the five women chained to the wall with collars around their necks.
A brief touch of telepathy let me know their minds were broken beyond repair after being used and abused so much by their owners. I sighed at not being able to heal them from their trauma and stepped from there to where one of the maids was. She was also a slave, the collar giving her away, and she was not much better off than the women kept in the basement.
I stepped to each of the maids and they were the same, so I went to whom they thought of as the head maid. She was normal, in the sense that she was the one to break the women into becoming sex maids. She was rather skilled at it apparently and was successful half the time, which was why there were five maids and five mindless slaves. A quick mind probe let me know she was well paid and had several other clients on the list that she visited regularly to ply her trade.
“Have fun in the sun.” I said and tossed her through a portal. “She didn't even have any powers, she just liked hurting and twisting people.”
I stepped to the closest butler and he wasn't a slave. He enjoyed having so many unresisting women to have sex with whenever he wanted. He knew where they came from and why, and didn't care. I tossed him into the sun and basked in the sun's warmth for a second before closing the portal.
The small power boost was nice, too. I didn't want to overcharge myself though, in case I ended up like All-Star Superman and having to live in the sun so I wouldn't die or kill anyone with ambient solar radiation. Maybe I should portal them to the moon instead?
I went to another butler and wasn't surprised he enjoyed the free sex, too. I held in my sigh at finding so many degenerates in the same place and tossed him and the head butler into the sun. Another step and I was in the main bedroom with the man and woman that owned the mansion. Another mental probe gave me all of his financial details and the combination to his safe.
I tossed him and his bitch of a wife to the backside of the moon. She had used the maids as a seat as she watched television while her husband had his way with the maids. It was a power play, because she had kind of lost interest in sex after a few years of playing with their toys and it wasn't exciting for her anymore.
Once I cleared the people out of the mansion, I thanked heaven there were no children born from their loveless marriage. Unfortunately, the babies born from their sick games, and from the butlers having free range whenever they wanted, had been shipped off to be anonymously adopted through an orphanage. It was better than aborting and murdering all those children, anyway.
I looted the place from top to bottom, used the man's own phone to arrange the transfer of his liquid assets to an offshore account, and had his investment broker sell everything. Of course, I had the sales arranged to be bought by that same offshore account and pretty much laundered everything for free and sent the money right back into the account.
I now owned significant portions of several companies, including one that shocked me. It really shocked me. The company was Stark Industries. “Oh, fuck.” I thought and stared at the 5% shares.
That changed a few things. No, it changed a fuck-ton of things!
I had been concentrating on the villains and heroes I knew would be in some version of the DC Universe and trying to mitigate their creations or stopping them from becoming dangers later. It never once occurred to me that there was anyone else I needed to look for. How was there no other mention of them anywhere that I saw before?
As I thought about it, I couldn't help mentally cursing my hometown upbringing this time. Smallville wasn't a mecca of information or anything close to that, and I never really watched television, so I completely missed any advertising or products that would have given me some clue that I was in a combo universe.
“Goddammit.” I said and kept the man's phone and put it in my inventory. “I need to get to a computer to start researching things. A secured computer. An untraceable computer.”
I sighed at not having my hidden basement base built yet. That meant I had to put it off until I did have a spot to build what I needed to let me work without getting caught. If spy agencies like SHIELD existed here, anything I tried to look for online was definitely going to set them off.
“Oh, shit. I've missed a few important events, too.” I said and closed my eyes as I looked for one of the main heroes for the Avengers, Captain America. He was an icicle in the arctic circle, so he hasn't been found yet. The Hulk was already a thing too, dammit.
Iron Man, aka Tony Stark, was an arrogant and foolish 26 year old and was the CEO of Stark Industries. A brief check at a newspaper's archives let me know his parents died in a car crash in 1991, or about five years ago. That sucked, because I had been 10 and had the ability to apparate. I could have saved them and stopped their murders by a mindless Bucky Barnes, or Winter Soldier.
Who else? I asked myself. Ah, Black Widow.
A touch of clairvoyance let me see where she was and I found her in the middle of the Red Room's training facility, tucked into bed, and in her full 12 year old glory. I tried a very light mental probe and her eyes twitched as she felt it. Thankfully, it didn't wake her. It also meant they were already brainwashing her and gave her mental defenses that stopped anything that wasn't keyed to their techniques.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. I thought and rubbed my face, because I mentally looked around and saw the 29 other girls there that were also being brainwashed and turned into trained assassins. What the hell am I supposed to do with 30 physically abused and mentally conditioned girls?
Lisa wanted to argue that and she couldn't. If the sex had been mediocre, or even okay, she wouldn't even be thinking about their future together. After being wrecked like that, it pretty much ruined her for every other man because she would compare them to Clark. She knew then that her life would have to change if she wanted to keep him as a part of her life, even just for visits.
His joke about her staying in a house and commuting for her modelling jobs to Metropolis, started making her think. The airfare really wouldn't be that daunting if she had a gig or two under her belt. She wasn't sure where the house would be if she chose that option, though.
Lisa's eyes went to his face and she saw he was giving her a knowing smile. “You don't have to be smug about it.”
Clark chuckled. “You're confusing smugness and confidence. You're actually thinking about it.”
“About what?” Lisa asked and started eating her sandwich.
“Staying in Smallville with me and trying to have a modelling career in the Big Apricot.” Clark answered. “I can almost see you weighing the odds and the options you'll have with a home to work from.”
Lisa sighed and shrugged. “You can't blame me for that.”
“I can't and I won't.” Clark said and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“What was that for?” Lisa asked.
“Thanks for actually considering it.” Clark said and ate his own sandwich. “You could have been stubborn about your plans and refused to change them at all, and instead you're thinking you might just be allowed to have the best of both worlds.”
Lisa couldn't deny that was exactly what she was thinking. “How do you know that?”
“My back account manager Miss Jessome, whom I thought was single, was in reality Mrs. Jackson and happily married. She has both a career and a home life when she's not busy and her husband is as busy as her. They live together and date occasionally and the situation has worked for them for years.”
Lisa blinked her eyes at that description. “You're serious?”
Clark smiled. “I'm not saying we get married or anything, not that we could for a few years anyway; but, I've got a huge double-wide trailer on the farm that I won't be using after I build my permanent house at the back of the farm and well away from the road.”
Lisa stared at him, her half-eaten sandwich forgotten. “You're giving me a trailer?”
Clark laughed. “No, I'm not giving it away. I'm keeping it on the property for friends and family to stay in if they don't want to sleep in the house. I just don't know if I should leave it at the front of the property where everyone will see it or move it back to where the house is going to be and mostly hidden by the giant greenhouses.”
Lisa wasn't sure what to think about that. She was slightly relieved she wasn't going to be responsible for owning and maintaining a trailer on her own. Why then did she also feel disappointed that he wasn't giving it to her? Or maybe it was because he wasn't offering to let her stay in the house with him?
“Before you hurt yourself by overthinking things, I can't have the house built for a few months, or by Spring at least. I have to prove the greenhouse concept before the money starts rolling in. Even then, I'll be working at a deficit for at least a year before the farm becomes profitable.” Clark told her.
“So... we will be... living together?” Lisa asked.
“There's a spare bedroom in the trailer if you want your own space, so you don't have to feel pressured about having to keep sharing a bed.” Clark said and then ate the rest of his sandwich with one bite. “But, we don't have to have this discussion until the trip is over. Until then, we can have fun and not worry about anything for the next two weeks.”
Lisa finished off her own sandwich in a few bites. “That much I can agree with right now.”
“Great!” Clark said and took the tray from in front of her. “Do you want to take a walk along the lake? The first tour isn't until tomorrow morning.”
“I think that would be nice.” Lisa said and climbed out of bed. “Ugh, maybe a shower first.”
Clark chuckled and picked her up, hugged her, and brought her into the bathroom. After having a lot of fun and cleaning each other up afterwards, Lisa would never again enjoy taking a shower alone.