The Coming Doomsday update

“Looks like you've got the upper hand. I'll be your first mate, as long as I know you can keep up your end of the bargain,” he said heavily.

“You'll have proof of my promise soon enough, Kon… may I call you Kon?”

“Go right ahead. I assume you answer to anything but Heinous Bitch?”

“You can call me what you like. I enjoy being degraded now and then. But there's one last thing we have to agree on. You see, I didn't just bring you onboard to sweep the floors. You'll be expected to entertain the clientele.”

“What?” Kon shouted. “Hey, I'm pretty good at that stuff, but I play for love of the game.“

“You're the closest thing to the Kryptonian that I can offer and you can give certain discerning customers a passing impression of the Superman killer. These are things of value, which means I want valuables for them.”

“You sick bitch!” Kon exploded.

“We can still make a U-turn anytime you like.”

Kon knew he was still in the same fix he'd started out in. “Fine. You win.”

“Then take off your clothes. Let’s see if you look as pretty as you fuck,” Komand’r said, her voice scoring him like a whip.

“How about add a please to that?”

“How about I jettison you into space?

“Alright,” Kon said, and started on the buttons of his shirt.

“That’s better,” Blackfire said. “I want to examine my new property thoroughly.”

“Examine my dick.”

Komand’r laughed mockingly. “I thought I already did? Kon, you became my property the moment you came on board. Everyone on this ship is mine. They all have one reason or another to do as I tell them. And all of you will be used as I see fit to provide entertainment to my guests.”

Kon dropped his shirt to the ground and stared at Blackfire’s maddened eyes. It was a shame that such a hottie was also insane in the membrane. The smart thing to do would be to jump ship at the first port they came to.

In the meantime, though… he supposed he didn’t have a choice but to play along with her. If she wanted him to fuck her, well, he’d just have to suffer through it. Kon was pretty sure that was what Superman would do, even if he’d rather be with Lois Lane. Well, Kon would do the same thing. Humor this crazy bitch while wanting to fuck Lois Lane.

Kon's hands went to his belt. He opened it and let his jeans fall, then footed off his shoes and socks. Tactile telekinesis made it a breeze, not that he told Blackfire that. She didn't deserve to know.

All the while he felt her eyes on him like the sun blazing away after his epidermis had already burned.

“I think I'm going to like having you, Kon. As a first mate.”

“Doubt I'm anywhere near the first.”

“More like first thing in the morning,” Blackfire said, looking Kon over as he stood before her in only his boxers. “Don't be shy, Kon. I already know you have nothing to be ashamed of down there.”

“You wouldn't know much about shame.”

“On the contrary. I can enjoy shame a great deal, when I'm in the mood.”

“I'd love to see you when you're not in the mood,” Kon said and dropped his boxers.

“That's not likely when you're around.” Blackfire circled around him. “I know you're not Superman yet, but I can't imagine you developing anymore.”

“If I strike you as mature, that may say more about you than me.”

Blackfire paced with all the sultriness of a puma. “You think me childish?”

Kon shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You are still doing the sibling rivalry thing.”

“You find Kory so easy to get along with then?”

“She's never tried to kill me,” Kon reasoned.

I bet she's never gotten you off either,” Blackfire retorted.

The reminder of sexuality brought Kon out of his fixation on sniping with Blackfire. He definitely didn't mind stripping for a lovely lady, but being inspected like a choice side of beef made him feel like, well, a side of beef.

Blackfire nodded to herself now, as if making up her mind on Kon. “Yes… I think you'll do nicely.”

Kon shot a little reminder her way: “I've been doing nicely, lady!” he said, jabbing his finger at her.

“You most certainly have. And I plan on you doing me, nicely, even more…”

“Yeah, saw that coming,” Kon pronounced. And why the hell not? He could think of worse things than to bed a witch like Blackfire.

She stopped in front of him and reached out with a long, golden hand. Her touch landed on his chest. He felt excitement like ozone after a thunder strike, and it only mounted when she trailed her fingers down through his body hair and over his abs.

“Damn, woman, I just made sweet love to you five minutes ago!” Kon said in an affected voice.

She laughed. “What's the point of having a sex toy if you don't use it as much as you want?”

She went back to sit on the couch again. Kon stared at her, bewildered. He didn't feel like he was being used and he'd kinda been looking forward to that.

“What is the point of a sex toy if you don't use it as much as you want?”

“Just having it can be plenty rewarding. Don't you have any number of books it satisfies you to own even without reading?”

“No!”

“No, I suppose you wouldn't.” Blackfire sat so that her robe fell open, displaying the smoothness of her legs, which had plenty of room to express themselves from her thighs to her toes. “But don't worry about your own crudity. You'll be trained thoroughly, until you're fully useful to me.”

“What are you talking about? I just used the hell out of you.”

“I'll show you,” she said, and brought her hands together in a sharp clap.

A door opened on the other side of the stateroom. Two women came in. They were both beautiful, in a cruel sort of way, but one was pale to the point of albinism, with even platinum blonde hair, while the other was pitch-black, with raven-colored hair to match.

“These, Superboy, are two who I can trust to best serve me. Phaidor and Phondari. I use them to show my property how best to service my needs. I want you to observe them at work.” She turned to one of them. “Are you finished with Aayla yet?”

“Very much so, mistress.”

“Excellent. Bring her to me.”

Phaidor took her blatant stare off of Kon's nudity and walked back out of the stateroom. She returned almost immediately with a lithe blue-skinned woman.

“Aayla, my dear, how wonderful to see you once more,” Blackfire said. “Are you ready to behave?”

Aayla stood there with her head bowed and all eyes on her. Kon had never seen such a funny-looking alien who was also totally hot. Having two tails on her head should've been weird, but they ended up somehow feminine. And her body was incredible. Even the blue skin only gave her an exotic allure, pushing her curvy figure to the forefront even beyond its overt prominence. 

Blackfire laid back and ran her eyes over Aayla’s luscious charms, with an insolent slowness that said every inch was appreciated.

“Don't you want to behave?” Blackfire asked in a menacingly solicitous voice. “You can't have nice things if you don't behave, you know.”

Aayla looked sidelong at Blackfire’s accomplices, not looking very tempted by the rewards Blackfire implied. But she nodded her head, however dolefully.

“Then come here and show me how well behaved you are,” Blackfire ordered.

Aayla walked forward a few steps, letting her natural voluptuousness and tight white sheath of a covering turn it into a production.

“Good. Very good,” Blackfire pronounced. “Behaving makes a girl so, so pretty.”

“I'm always pretty,” she said.

Blackfire ignored the jib, which made Kon feel a little less special. He’d thought he was the only one shagging Komand’r well enough to get her to overlook some sarcasm. “Are you going to stay pretty? It's entirely up to you.”

“I'll… try to be pretty for you, mistress.”

“You like men, Aayla?”

“I do.” Aayla looked through her long lashes at Kon. “But the Jedi code forbids…”

“What about women?”

“I don't know, you…” Aayla faltered.

“Don't you remember I wanted you to come to me?”

Aayla took a deep breath, swelling out her full breasts even fuller, and walked to Blackfire.

Blackfire held out her hand so Aayla stopped against it, palm against her yummy little belly. “Isn't she so beautiful, Superboy? Just the sort of exotic beauty a man has to be curious about.”

Kon didn't respond. What Blackfire had said was so self-evidently true that it required no answer.

“You like indulging men's curiosity, don't you Aayla?”

“It's what I'm here for,” Aayla said in a deadened voice.

“You belong at my feet, don't you Aayla?”

Aayla didn't bother to answer. She knelt down before Blackfire, looking up at her.

“Why don't you take my heels off? And my stockings as well.“