Chapter 280 - Ch: 248-252

Ch: 248-252

248 L'amour En Abondance Part One

Lisa Lasalle didn't think her life could get any better. A free trip to Europe was a lot of people's dream and she was going to be quite appreciative to the handsome young man that made it happen. She learned more about him during the flight and confirmed he was more than just a common farm boy.

Clark pampered her as much as he could in the small confines of the plane and he even had the flight attendant see to all of her needs that he couldn't do himself. They weren't even in first class!

Lisa held in her slightly hysterical laugh when the flight attendant gave her a pillow to make her awkward sleeping arrangements a little better. She exchanged looks with Clark and he smiled, making her realize he didn't have a pillow. She opened her mouth to ask and he shook his head.

"Why not?" Lisa asked him.

"Because you're using me as a support and I don't need a pillow." Clark answered.

Lisa's eyebrows raised at that and he glanced around, then he lifted the armrests between their seats and patted his lap as he motioned to her feet with the other. "No way." She whispered.

"Trust me." Clark whispered back.

"My feet are going to stick out into the aisle." Lisa whispered the complaint and shoved her jacket into the corner of her seat and the wall before she set the small pillow on top of it.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." Clark told her.

Lisa didn't want to argue over it, so she turned her back to the side of the plane and leaned backwards against her improvised cushioning and it felt great. She didn't question it and hiked her legs up off of the floor, kicked off her shoes, and laid her legs across Clark's lap and her feet did stick out past the third seat.

She started to bend her knees to rest her feet on Clark's jacket and he caught her calves, bundled up his jacket into a round support, and put it back on the seat to rest her heels on. Lisa blinked her eyes at how comfortable she was and she gave Clark a disbelieving look.

"Close your eyes and sleep. I'll wake you when the food is served." Clark promised.

Lisa wiggled her butt a little, settled herself for a good nap, and went right to sleep.

*

A small use of a copy of Vista's original power, de-nerfed space manipulation, left plenty of room for Lisa's feet and it didn't look weird or distorted anything. It wouldn't be noticed by anyone else, either.

I had been tempted to alter the current time around us to slow us down in comparison to normal time, and didn't want to risk anyone coming close or passing by and noticing how we would be acting like we were in slow motion. It was too much risk for so little gain.

Food was served halfway through the flight and Lisa groaned about not wanting to wake up because she was too comfortable. I told her to go back to sleep and I would save her meal for when she did want to get up. She was out like a light again and I had to hold in my laugh. Apparently, cushioning charms felt fantastic when she thought she was only going to have an awkward nap.

It might have something to do with her uprooting her life to move to the big city and all the worries that brought out, too. This might have been the first time she had allowed herself to relax since she left home and I understood how she felt. She was trying to start a new life for herself and things just weren't working out like she thought they would.

Mind you, everyone had lifelong dreams and goals to achieve to make themselves happy. The problems usually came when their lofty dreams met reality and they found out exactly how much work it actually entailed. Lisa wasn't disillusioned yet, so there was still hope in her eyes that she would become a famous model.

She would soon discover that the height of fashion was currently demanding stick figures to wear their outfits and Lisa was so very far from being a stick figure. Her breasts alone would have her rejected almost immediately. The rest of her curves? Those would have most of the industry, models and designers alike, look down on her for having a normal body and not starving herself.

As I thought about that, I wondered if I could help her along a little. After I had my farm going and started looking into making new and cheap technology, I would need someone to help sell them, like a spokesmodel. I looked at her long red hair and then down at her sexy body, and smiled. I could definitely rework my business model to include her. Sex sells, after all.

Lisa didn't wake up until two-thirds of the flight was past and she ate the saved meal like a starving person. She was definitely not going to fit in with the other models if that was how she ate... and didn't throw it up afterwards. They would probably shun her for both things, actually. How dare she not eat like a bird and not regurgitate it afterwards? The horror! The shame!

I chuckled at those thoughts and Lisa gave me a squinted look. "If you can eat warm airplane food with that much enthusiasm, I can't wait to see you devour the meals in the hotel's restaurant."

Lisa blushed and couldn't refute my words, probably because she hadn't been eating properly for the couple of weeks she had been stuck in Smallville, even after she had lucked into getting a job that didn't require much training.

"I'm not making fun of you, Lisa." I said and leaned over to tenderly kiss her cheek. "I eat generous helpings of food every time I sit down to eat and it's nice that I don't have to hide that while you're around."

"Really?" Lisa asked and looked down at the empty and mostly clean food tray. The only thing she didn't do was lick it to get those last bits of food out of the separate sections.

"I was tempted to eat both meals and tell you they didn't serve sleeping passengers." I said with a crooked smile.

Lisa let out a cute bark of laughter. "I would have believed it, too."

"I know." I said and picked up the tray and the empty cup for the drink. "I'll be right back."

Lisa looked surprised. "You can't be serious."

I smiled and nodded, then walked off down the aisle. I could feel Lisa's eyes on my back as I went all the way to the front of the plane to deliver the tray and cup to the flight attendant stationed near the tiny elevator that was attached to the kitchen. When I passed by the curtain between the business class and first class section, the feeling of being watched didn't lessen, because a few people noticed me.

I had promised to bring the tray and cup to the flight attendant when I convinced her to leave the uneaten meal with me. Plus, the look of surprise on her face when I kept my word, was worth the long walk and having the attention of all the other people watching me deliver it.

"Thank you." The flight attendant said with gratitude as she accepted the tray and cup.

I knew she had fully expected to interrupt her duties to make another trip down to my seat halfway down the plane to retrieve them and then she would have to come all the way back to the front of the plane to the kitchen and add them to the stacks that needed to be washed.

"It was no trouble, Karen. Thanks for letting me keep them until my date woke up." I said and she nodded. I walked away and felt her eyes on my back until I passed through the dividing curtain again.

Lisa's eyes saw me immediately and she stared at me until I sat back down beside her. "That took a while."

I gave her my best smile and she bit her lip. "No, I didn't flirt with her. It's a long walk."

"You didn't?" Lisa asked and then turned her head away to look out the window. "I'm sorry. I have no right to tell you..."

"Yes, you do." I interrupted her and she looked back at me with surprise on her face. "I'd be quite the ass if I tried to make time with someone else while I'm on vacation with you."

Lisa looked like she was at a loss for words.

"It's true I do flirt with a few of the women back in Smallville; but, that's all it is. Just flirting and some attention for happily married women." I said. "I admit I haven't flirted with anyone around my age..."

"Why not?" Lisa asked.

"I have a brighter future than what a girl that grew up in Smallville can handle." I said, honestly.

Lisa looked shocked and stared at me as her mouth hung slightly open.

"I'm pretty sure you don't have that problem, considering what you're doing to try and achieve your dreams." I said and she closed her mouth. "I don't think any of the girls I know would ever think about running away from home to make a better life for themselves. They're comfortable, and safe, and like the quiet life."

Lisa let out a breath and gave me a look full of certainty. "I'm not going to give up my dreams to settle down with you."

That gave me the opening I needed to plant the idea. "Who told you they're mutually exclusive?"

Lisa caught her breath and her face changed to show confusion. "But... but, going to the big city is what you need to do to get yourself out there. Attending model tryouts, doing photo shoots for promotions, meeting important people..."

"...and you can't do that while living in a house with someone else? It's only a few hours of flight to Metropolis and the fares are relatively cheap if you use economy class. Once you get going, you upgrade to business and then to first class. You might even charter a private plane eventually."

Lisa's eyes had changed from disbelief to almost having stars in them. "Really?"

"Anything is possible." I told her.

Lisa sat back in her chair with a contemplative look on her face. She stayed silent for the rest of the flight as she thought over everything she wanted to do with her life. Was it possible for her to have a fulfilling career and also have a happy home life at the same time? It was kind of a novel thing for her to think about, because she hadn't seen or heard about anything like that before and it seemed like a fairy tale.

I mentally followed along with her thoughts and tried to not smile at her actually considering things in a new light. She had been so set on going out on her own that she never once considered the thought about having someone at home to return to. Being independent and being obstinate were two very different things.

When the plane landed, Lisa was a little more open to the idea that she didn't have to do everything all alone and kept giving me little glances. We picked up our bags and went through security, with nothing to declare, and a cab driver was waiting near the doors for us with my last name on a sign.

"I don't remember buying a cabbie as part of the travel package." I joked and Lisa gave me an amused look.

"I'm sure you can protect me if this turns out to be a kidnapping." Lisa joked right back.

The cab driver flinched at her comment and I poked his brain mentally. Damn, it really was a kidnapping. One of the hotel workers was part of a smuggling ring and when word of the most expensive travel package went through the hotel, he arranged for a kidnapping of the kids to make the parents pay to get the hostages back.

We approached the man, whom covered up his nervousness and led us out of the building towards his cab. He owed the guy some money and the debt would be forgiven if the scheme worked out.

Idiot. I thought and helped him load the suitcases into the trunk. They'll never let you out of their clutches if you do criminal things like kidnapping for money.

Unfortunately, all he knew about the operation was to deliver us to a different address than the hotel and his part was done. I debated letting him go through with the plan, just so I could find out who was behind it, then shrugged. I could easily do that as Lisa settled in the room and excused myself to the bathroom for a shower.

"Hotel Monterrey." I ordered after helping Lisa into the backseat and used a bit of wandless magic to make the order stick with the Imperius curse.

The cab driver nodded and drove off. He took us right to the hotel and dropped us off at the front door. I ordered him to wait around the back for us and Lisa gave me a pointed look. I smiled and told her it was still early and she might want to do some sightseeing with the cab the hotel assigned to us. Lisa looked pleased and we went inside, registered, and went up to the room.

"You can unpack your things while I have a shower after that long flight." I said and put her suitcases on the large bed and mine off to the side. "I'm locking the door and might be a while." I warned her.

Lisa waved me off and opened one of her suitcases. "There's no way we're having our first time together in the shower." She said and pulled out half of the clothes in her suitcase. "I don't even remember where my good panties are."

I blinked my eyes at that. "Does that mean you're not wearing them?"

Lisa gave me a deadpan look. "There's no way I'd wear a thong on an international flight, Clark. The wedgie would be epic and would have driven me nuts."

My eyes dropped to her faded jeans and I looked back at her face.

"Do you really want me to tell you I'm wearing full size plain white granny panties with a thick pad in case of leaks?" Lisa asked me with amusement on her face.

"I didn't hear that over the sound of running water! Sorry!" I shouted and ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. Her laughter reached me and I smiled as I went to the shower and started the water. I only used cold, just because I didn't want to waste the hot water, then I took a step and was beside the taxi cab. "Let's go."

*

Le Piece Resistance was a small group that enjoyed being able to make money with kidnapping schemes and then selling the girls on the international slave market, whether or not the ransom was paid. They considered the money small change, though. They were making a good amount; but, they wanted a lot more and to also make a huge splash on the international scene.

If they could get enough capital together, there was a rumor that an underground scientist had the means to make a dirty nuclear bomb if he had the right supplies and enough cash to buy or steal the fissionable material. That would definitely get their name out there if they could do that.

The cab from the hotel arrived at the safe house they had arranged, which was an abandoned warehouse, and the small group of future terrorists waited in anticipation of sampling the goods. The slave market didn't care if the products they provided were slightly used and the men always took full advantage of that.

The door opened and the four men were surprised to have the cab driver's limp body thrown through and into the room with them.

"You people are disgusting." A young man said as he stepped inside and closed the door.

"Where's the girl and why aren't you knocked out?" The closest terrorist asked and pulled out a gun to aim it at him.

"I think it's me that's going to ask the questions." The young man said and his eyes glowed red.

All of the men stepped backwards and drew their guns, only for all the guns to instantly melt over their hands. The men yelled in pain and dropped to the floor on their knees.

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll make your deaths quick." The young man said.

One of the terrorists cursed at him in French and the young man smiled.

"Good idea. You first." He said and was suddenly across the room and tore the man's heart out of his chest and shoved it down the man's throat.

The other terrorists stared as their lifelong friend choked to death on his own heart.

"Are there any other objections?" The young man asked.

All of them talked at once to tell him everything they knew and the young man smiled.

249 L'amour En Abondance Part Two

I drove the cab back to the hotel and parked it in the same spot. After making sure it was privately owned and wasn't loaned from a company, I had no problem keeping it for our use during the trip. It would let us stay under the radar as well. I locked it up and stepped back into the bathroom, stripped off, changed the water to hot, and hopped into the shower for a second.

I used spells to clean myself and turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I opened the bathroom door and Lisa gave me a very thorough gaze from my head to my feet.

"You'll do." Lisa said sexily, grabbed some clothes, and stepped by me.

"I'm glad you approve." I said and she let out a little laugh and closed the door.

I went to the television and turned it on as I looked for an international channel. I was sure what I did was going to show up in some capacity. Not the terrorists being killed, since I tossed them into the sun. It was because I had raided that rumored scientist of his materials, grabbed his nearly finished device, and used it right where it was needed.

I found the international news channel and was surprised that a nuclear explosion going off in the middle east was barely mentioned. It was explained away as an accident trying to establish an unauthorized power plant, instead of the truth. The slave market, the members of the main terrorist religion, and a small portion of their regular customers had been wiped out.

There had been enough details of their clients in their records for me to decide I would make proper visits to where they lived when I could sneak away and find the girls that had been sold. Hopefully, they hadn't disposed of them when they were finished with them or made them into mindless slaves by breaking them. If they did, I would remove them as well. Oh, what am I saying? I was going to remove them anyway. People like them didn't deserve to live.

I finished drying off and dressed in a nice suit, one I was sure Lisa would approve of, and I used some spare cloth to transfigure a slinky blue dress that was both formfitting and stylish. A quick probe with my telepathy let me add the details Lisa preferred, like a shorter hemline and a scoop neck instead of a v-neck. I conjured up a nice box and placed the dress inside, then remembered to make matching shoes.

I had just enough time to pick the shoes and box up in my arms when the bathroom door opened and Lisa strode out wearing only a towel. It was the smallest towel as well and my mouth dropped open when she flicked her fingers over the knot holding it closed and it dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

"That's exactly the look I wanted." Lisa said and looked at the box and shoes in my hand. "For me? You shouldn't have."

I kept staring at her as she opened the box and then she gave me a pointed look.

"No matching underwear?" Lisa asked me with a knowing smile. "You're not subtle with the hints, are you?"

I thought about closing my mouth to respond and chose the better option of just staring at her.

"If we were staying in, I wouldn't mind." Lisa said and went to her second suitcase. She opened it and rummaged through it and pulled out a lacy pair of panties. They were black and she slipped them on and pulled them up to her waist, only they were completely see-through. "That's much better."

I honestly couldn't understand how she thought see-through cloth was better than being naked; but, I wasn't going to question it or comment. If she felt like that, then that was how it was.

"Help me zip it up." Lisa said and handed me the dress.

I knelt on one knee and held it out for her to step into. Lisa put her hands on my shoulders and stepped in with one delicate foot, almost rubbing me face with her calf, then she stepped in with the other foot and almost pressed herself into my face. I had a very up close shot of her damp and very tasty looking slit before I glanced up at her and saw her smug face.

"I like that look." Lisa said and motioned for me to stand.

I did so and dragged the dress up her legs and over her hips. She didn't say anything, like telling me to stop or that she could do the rest on her own, and put her hands through the hoops for her arms. I slid the cloth up her waist to her chest and I paused again. Lisa smirked at me and didn't speak or moved to help, so she was leaving it up to me.

I very carefully stretched the cloth just enough to go over her breasts, without touching them, and settled the straps onto her shoulders. I then caressed her bare shoulders and kneaded them a little, then I looked deep into her eyes. I heard the distinct thought that I was too nice of a guy to take the opportunity to grope her.

I smiled warmly at her as I stepped close and slid my hands under her arms to hug her and then leaned down to give her a kiss, right on the lips, and moved right from closed lips to a full on tongue-filled passionate one. Lisa let out a needy sound and her arms hugged my neck and kissed me back.

We stayed like that for several minutes before I broke the kiss.

Lisa's face was slightly red and she licked her lips as she stared into my eyes. "That... wasn't bad... for a first kiss." She reluctantly said.

I knew she had mentally edited what she really wanted to say, which was she almost came from it and wouldn't mind an immediate repeat. Instead of kissing her again, I let her go and stepped back, smoothly sliding my hand up her arm and then taking her hand.

"Thanks, I think." I said and she pouted a little. "We should go. There's a cab waiting for us."

"You're right. You told him to hang around." Lisa said and we walked over to the door. "You have the room key?"

I patted my inside jacket pocket, even though I had it in my inventory, and she nodded. We left the room and went down in the elevator, waved to the concierge, and left the hotel. We walked around the fairly large building to where the cab was parked and the driver wasn't there.

"Did he ditch us?" Lisa asked, disappointed.

"I doubt it. It's our cab for the trip." I said and let her hand go to climb into the driver's seat.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked her and pretended to search through a few things.

"It looks like you're going to steal something." Lisa said with a flat voice.

I chuckled and reached up to the sun visor and dropped it at the same time I took the keys out of my inventory. "It's not stealing if you have the keys."

"Clark..." Lisa said and then huffed. "Do you even know how to drive?"

"Do you?" I asked and she held her hand out for the keys. "I've been driving farm vehicles since I was ten and I have my heavy machinery license."

Lisa huffed. "That's not practical driving."

I laughed. "Oh? What does that mean?"

"Just gimme the keys and scoot over." Lisa said.

I thought about protesting, then shrugged and slid over and dangled the keys out for her.

Lisa gave me a look and then climbed in and shut the door. "Check the glove compartment for a map or something."

I gave her the keys and she started the cab up. "Good idea. Just a second." I said and opened it and out popped a piece of paper and a map of the city and the surrounding countryside. I put the map between us and opened the note. "It seems like we have his permission to borrow it if he's not available to drive."

Lisa glanced over at the note and nodded. "Then we're just borrowing it and not stealing it." She said and put the car into gear. "I do not need to have a criminal record in a foreign country."

I put the note back into the glove compartment and opened the map. "We can pretend we can't speak French and we'll be fine."

Lisa dove us down the alleyway and out into traffic. "They might string us up anyway if we do that."

I chuckled. "Not if we claim we're Canadians."

Lisa softly laughed. "Okay, that's a good point."

"It really is." I said and grinned at her. "For the next two weeks, if anyone asks, we live in igloos and wear mukluks!"

Lisa laughed hard and had to hit the brakes to not run into the car in front of us when it slowed down. She hit the horn twice and then held it down. "HEY! Move your ass! You're blocking traffic!"

I stared at her for a second and shook my head. "There goes that plan."

"What? A Canadian can do that, too." Lisa said in her defense. The car in front of us started moving again and she let the horn go.

I thought about arguing and decided to be diplomatic instead. "I'll open the map and make sure we can find our way back to the hotel."

"Great idea, Clark!" Lisa said and stepped on the gas. We shot past the other car that had slowed down again and she took a right turn to get away from the slow traffic. "Sightseeing, here we come!"

I held in my laugh at her driving like a race car driver on sedentary cobblestone streets that had only been used by horse-drawn carriages for decades. Being around her for the next two weeks wasn't going to be boring.

*

Lisa tried to act more lady-like as she ate the absolutely delicious meal at the hotel restaurant. They had a great time traipsing all around the town and looked at the architecture, the view from the steeple of that old church, and they even found the route to the vineyard they would be touring the day after tomorrow.

She had French food before, so it wasn't anything really new, except it didn't have the same range of flavors or made her taste buds dance when she sipped the wine that had been served with real French food. Or maybe that was her getting a little tipsy? She wasn't really sure. All that mattered was the huge smile on Clark's face as he tried to not laugh at how much she was enjoying the food.

"You're lucky we decided to stay in tonight, or I wouldn't be enjoying how well the wine goes with this dish." Lisa said and Clark nodded.

She secretly felt a little relieved that he hadn't shied away from taking a drink himself, so she wasn't getting drunk in front of a tee-totaller. It also meant he wasn't going to be a killjoy if she suggested a few interesting things for them to do during this trip, like visiting that meadow with a picnic basket and making love under that huge tree.

That thought made her current thoughts go right to where she was only slightly nervous about going. She was fully prepared to thank Clark for bringing her along, it was just... they were strangers and... she was sure he was a nice guy and wouldn't take advantage of her; but, she hadn't done anything like this before and feeling a little nervous about it had to be normal, right?

Clark reached across the table and took her hand, bringing Lisa out of her thoughts. "You know nothing needs to happen."

"Wh-what?" Lisa asked.

"The food's almost gone and you're starting to look nervous." Clark said and Lisa blushed from embarrassment. "Hey, it's okay. I'm a little nervous, too."

"Yeah, right." Lisa scoffed and tried to pull her hand out of his, only he didn't let her go.

"Lisa." Clark said with a stern voice and her whole body stiffened. "It was an impulsive move to ask you to come along for this trip, that I was going to take anyway, and nothing has to happen if you're not okay with it."

"But..." Lisa started to say there was only one bed.

"I can sleep on the couch or in the bathtub. There's lots of pillows and blankets." Clark interrupted her.

"I think the floor would be better than that small tub." Lisa countered.

"Then I'll do that." Clark said and his thumb rubbed the back of her hand. "The reason I'm nervous is because you kind of look like a younger version of my mom."

Lisa blinked her eyes at him. Did he just admit he has a thing for his mom?

Clark saw her surprise and smiled. "I'm adopted and she raised me from a baby."

Lisa relaxed a little. That was a little more acceptable than... yeah, I'm not thinking about that. She thought and pushed the thoughts of her father giving her particular looks when he thought she wasn't looking.

"Like everyone else in Smallville, she's happily married, and no, I haven't flirted with her or ever tried to do anything that would make her uncomfortable." Clark said.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Lisa asked.

"I'm explaining why I'm nervous. I want to get to know you better and to get it into my head that I'm not only interested in you because of how sexy you look." Clark admitted.

Lisa felt surprised by that. Most guys were only looking at the physical part of a relationship and didn't really care about the rest. They put up with a lot of crap, just to have some sexy fun. Hell, so did she, actually. Her last relationship barely had her and her partner say more than a few words to each other.

"I'm not a virgin." Lisa suddenly blurted.

Clark gave her a warm smile. "Did he treat you right? Do you want his legs broken?"

Lisa let out a soft laugh. "It was just sex and we barely spoke."

Clark frowned slightly. "He didn't even try to get to know you and just used you?"

Lisa felt a weird feeling in her chest at hearing his indignation. She wasn't sure what the feeling was, since she never felt it before. Clark looked like he was getting angry on her behalf and that made a few things clearer about him and his personality.

It also let her resolve her nervousness about taking him to bed. She no longer had to try and convince herself to go through with it and actually felt eager about it. If he could react like that about how she was treated before, she wanted to know how he was going to treat her now.

Lisa stood and tugged on his hand, that still held hers, and she led him out of the restaurant and over to the elevator. More than a few women there gave her looks of envy and she smiled at having the nicest and best-looking guy in the hotel.

They rode it up to their room and Lisa let his hand go so he could open the door with the key. She followed him inside and she moved the do-not-disturb sign from the inside door handle to the outside door handle. She closed the door and locked it, turned to look at Clark, and she couldn't make out the emotion on his face.

"Can you give me a hand making up a bed on the floor?" Clark asked her.

"No." Lisa said and he let out a sigh. When he turned away from her to walk over to the bed to grab one of the pillows, she slipped her arms out of the slinky dress and pushed the cloth down over her hips and it silently fell to the floor.

Clark turned back to speak, probably to ask about where to find another blanket, and he paused when he saw Lisa standing there wearing only her see-through black panties.

Lisa liked that look on his face, as if he was seeing perfection, and she walked sexily over to him. "I wasn't going to help, because you won't need it." She said and took the pillow from his hands and tossed it onto the bed. It just so happened to land in a great spot to let her prop her hips up on it.

She walked around him, hopped onto the bed as she sat on the pillow, then she fell backwards onto her back and lifted her legs into the air. It gave Clark a spectacular view of both her ass and her womanhood at the same time and she was instantly wet at the look of desire on his face.

"Can you give me a hand? I seem to have some cloth stuck to me." Lisa said, suggestively.

A second later, her panties were gone and Clark's tongue was deep inside of her and she moaned as she came. She spread her legs to give him more access and then wrapped her thighs around his neck. She cried out again as he flicked her inside with his tongue and she came again. She hadn't done that before, ever, and she reached over to run her fingers through his hair.

"You're amazing!" Lisa shouted and came again. That was three times in as many minutes! How? How was he so good and he didn't even have a girlfriend?

"We're just getting started." Clark said and stood up. He flipped his coat off, tore his shirt open, and sprayed buttons everywhere.

"Someone's a little eager." Lisa said, her voice husky after three great orgasms.

"Let me show you how eager I am." Clark said and then his pants were gone.

Lisa stared at the erect and quite perfect penis he had revealed. She definitely wasn't going to regret this in the morning. No sir. Not at all.

Clark lined himself up and thrusted his steel-like erection right into her soaked opening and Lisa screamed as she came so hard that her whole body locked up. "Brace yourself." He said and started pumping his hips as he gripped hers tightly and their bodies started slapping together.

"Oh god, oh god ohgod ohhhgod!" Lisa exclaimed and moaned as he pistoned in and out of her like a machine. A sex machine. A machine designed to make her come. And she did, over and over, more than she ever had before. She moaned louder when his hands massaged her breasts.

Clark's lips were suddenly on hers and Lisa wrapped her legs and arms around him and she never wanted to let him go. Never! NEVER!

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?

I took several long and deep breaths to calm myself down and thought about it logically. I needed to get my base built soonest and I definitely needed a lot of room for... well, everything. I also needed to retrieve my baby spaceship from under the floorboards of the barn and access some Kryptonian technology. With luck, it should have a database inside for lots of the things I needed.

Pushing that aside for now, I checked on Peter Parker and he was a toddler in a children's bed, which made sense. His movies wouldn't be for a decade at least. A quick check on Aunt May showed me a devastated young woman in her bed hugging her husband's picture as she cried.

Don't tell me I just missed it! I thought with surprise and had to take several deep breaths again to calm down. I mentally cursed and tried to not stomp the ground with frustration. I couldn't even pop over to her and try to bring Uncle Ben back, since I didn't know how, when, or where he died. Having chronomancy powers didn't work if you had nothing to work with.

That thought made me pause and I thought of something else. Something really important. Really really important. My clairvoyance powers let me peek into parallel dimensions and alternate worlds. I hadn't realized the dangers were much more pronounced because it was a combo-universe, which was why I had been warned away by The Spectre when looking for Enchantress.

However, looking for Uncle Ben shouldn't be world-breaking, especially if I looked for one that had certain conditions met, namely just recently losing his wife and nephew. With that thought, I would need to set up a few things, maybe another nameless identity... no, Atlas was completely unknown already, so showing up as me shouldn't be any less dangerous than trying to become someone else.

Instead of going to Aunt May right away, since it was the middle of the night and popping into her bedroom would probably give her a heart attack, I decided to take out my frustrations on the sick people that enjoyed having sex slaves. The moon was going to have many new residents tonight.

*

Lisa woke up and felt deliciously sore. She wasn't sure why she really liked feeling that way, then last night went through her mind and she shivered and had a small orgasm. "Oh, god."

"Good morning." Clark said and Lisa blushed. He smiled at her reaction and leaned over to give her a light kiss on the lips. "I'll order breakfast be sent up."

Lisa nodded and Clark left the bed to go to the phone. She watched his firm butt as he walked and she remembered gripping it hard last night. She shivered again and had another small orgasm. Clark hung up the phone and walked back over to the bed, giving her another view of his erect and perfect penis.

She felt her mouth water at the sight of it. Just as Clark reached the bed, Lisa couldn't stop herself from moving over and taking it into her mouth enthusiastically. Her hands gripped his muscular butt tightly, making herself confirm that she really had done this last night and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Lisa wasn't sure why she was getting as much pleasure out of the act as he was, then she glanced up at Clark's face and knew why. It was her that was putting that look on his face and she loved the power that gave her over him. Him, a big, strong, strapping young man, was completely at her mercy and she could do whatever she wanted to him.

When he started twitching in her mouth, Lisa didn't stop moving or sucking. He groaned as he poured himself into her mouth and down her throat and the taste was surprisingly tasty. Was it his full diet like he claimed or was he one of those extremely rare people that tasted good, no matter what? Or was she already biased about things like that? Clark did completely ruin her last night and she did think he could do no wrong.

Lisa swallowed it all and pulled her mouth off of him and gave him a 'come here' look. She giggled when he scooped her up and tossed her back onto the bed, then he was inside of her again and she lost all thought as she once more became a mass of nerve endings and her brain was flooded with chemicals as she orgasmed, over and over.

It seemed to go on forever and was suddenly over when Lisa came back to her senses and had a tray of light breakfast foods in front of her. She ate absently, her mind not really registering the act, because all she could think about was that they only stopped because they were interrupted. When her plate was empty, she laid back and moaned as Clark took her again.

After what seemed like an eternity to her mind, and her emotions felt was even longer than that, Lisa came back to herself once more and saw the clock. It was almost noon and she didn't regret losing half of the day by staying in bed. It was worth it, after another wonderful time, and it proved that their first time hadn't been a fluke.

"I think I love you." Lisa whispered as Clark put a plate of food in front of her.

"It's a bit early for that." Clark said and Lisa felt embarrassed for saying it first. "I think I love you, too."

Lisa caught her breath and looked at his face to see if he was lying. "You do?"

"We kind of just clicked together." Clark said and she nodded. "I'm not sure we should talk about sharing a future together right now, not after only being together for two days."

Lisa huffed. "We've been planning things for our future long before we met. Changing that after only just meeting, would be stupid and foolish."

"I agree." Clark said. "We'll talk about it again when the trip is over."

Lisa chuckled. "Do you think things are going to change between us in only two weeks?"

Clark gave her his award winning smile. "Things have already changed between us."

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.

251 L'amour En Abondance Part Four

After another evening with Lisa, that she kept trying to claim wasn't the best sex she ever had, I ensured she was asleep and would stay that way until morning, then I was off again and finishing off the slave traders. There was a surprisingly high number of normal and average people that owned slaves. It was both shocking and saddening, and I should probably start a graveyard with all the bodies piling up.

Henchmen, guards, friends, sometimes family members, and one I caught with a father and son sharing a young woman with short black hair by spit-roasting her. My heat vision melted their heads and I caught the abused and naked woman before she could be pulled down onto the floor as the two bodies fell.

She gave me wide eyes and I couldn't help checking her mind to see how she was doing. I was shocked to find out she was fully cognizant and was planning to steal the son's handgun the next time he took her to his room and she was going to deal with the both of them on behalf of her friend, whom was already broken and had given up. They had been kidnapped during a trip to the Caribbean.

"Who are you?" She asked, defensively.

"My name is Atlas. What's yours?" I asked.

"It's Sue. Sue Dearbon." Sue answered.

I barely stopped myself from gasping after I learned her identity. She was supposed to become Elongated Man's wife in the future, Sue Dibny. Her friend's identity on the other hand, was a shock to learn. She was the wife of Victor Zsasz, the wealthy business tycoon and possible future serial killer.

I was pretty sure this might be the thing that sets the man off on his spiral of depression, too. He eventually gambles away his fortune and ends up with nothing left to live for, except killing those he believes are also a waste of space in order to make the world better.

"Where are they keeping your friend?" I asked before I distracted myself with finding the man. I healed her up as I silently tossed both the father and the son into a portal to the moon behind her back.

"In the locked bedroom at the end of the hallway." Sue said and caught her breath when she was covered in a stylish dress that covered her completely and the magic spells I used to clean her had made her skin tingle.

I also fixed all of her issues by using Panacea's power on her as I scooped her up into my arms and she looked surprised. "I'm a hero. I'm supposed to carry you like this when I rescue you. It's in the rules."

Sue gave me a deadpan look and didn't comment, so I took that as acceptance and carried her across the room to the door. When I paused briefly, she spoke. "It's locked and barred. One of them should have the key."

"Key? Where we're going, we don't need keys." I said and kicked the door into splinters.

"Where were you when I was kidnapped?" Sue asked.

"How long ago was that?" I asked.

"A couple of weeks." Sue said.

"Ah, I was in a pocket dimension applying to a magic university, only to find out the headmaster was an amoral bitch that enabled both heroes and villains. I had some clean-up to do after I left."

Sue's deadpan expression came right back and there was a bit of a glare to her eyes, too.

"I'm being honest, Sue. Where did you think your clothes came from?" I asked.

Sue opened her mouth, closed it, and looked thoughtful.

We reached the room at the end of the hall and it was locked and barred as well. I didn't want to scare anyone that was trapped inside, or possibly hit them with debris or splinters, so I used my heat vision to cut off the hinges, the locks, the bar, and the handles. A quick silence spell on it and a very small tap with the toe of my boot, let the thing fall into the room without a sound.

"No!" Sue gasped and leapt out of my arms and rushed over to her friend that had just sliced her wrists. "I told you we were escaping soon!"

"Too late. Too late." Renee whispered and closed her eyes.

Sue wasn't going to let her friend go like that and shouted at me. "Do something!"

I knelt beside her and touched Renee, used Panacea's power to heal her, then checked her mentally. Thankfully, she wasn't as far gone as some of the maids and nowhere near losing her self-identity completely like the broken sex slaves. I shored her up as best as I could and tried a mild cheering charm on her.

Surprisingly, it worked in combination with Sue's constant words of encouragement to bring Renee out of her depression temporarily. Constant cheering charms would actually harm her, so I couldn't do more than bolster her slightly.

Sue looked relieved as Renee opened her eyes and smiled at her. When Sue's eyes went to me, Renee noticed me as well.

"Dammit, I'm married." Renee said, surprising us both.

Sue softly laughed and hugged her. "Yes, yes you are. I'm not, though."

"You're too young for him." Renee huffed.

I opened my mouth to tell them I was only 15, then realized no one would figure that out if I didn't tell them. It would also keep my civilian and hero identities separate. "I think you both need to be taken care of for a while."

Sue and Renee gave me squinted looks.

"No, no. I'm not offering. I just had an idea of a place that you could go to recover." I said and gave them a smile. "For now, I have a recently purchased mansion in Russia that you can stay at as I try to make arrangements for your recovery with the other women that have been captured."

"There's more of us?" Sue asked, shocked.

"Around 50 so far and hopefully there's not too many more to rescue. My list is almost done." I said and both women gasped. "No, not that kind of list. It's a client list I raided from the main slave market and then I blew it up, so no more women will be kidnapped."

Both women relaxed and Sue looked thankful. I did the transfigured clothing trick as I cleaned Renee of the fluids and things she had on her and she shivered as her whole body tingled. She gave me an odd look that was a mix of desire and fear, which I completely understood.

"I'll drop you both off in the lobby to meet the other survivors." I said and stepped with them to the lobby.

"More friends!" One of the maids said and we were almost swarmed with both hugs and words of reassurance that they were safe now, thanks to me.

Sue gave me a pointed look and I shrugged. Whatever they could use to help them recover, I'd help them with. She gave me a slight nod and let herself and Renee be ushered towards the kitchen for something to eat and then they would be given beds in one of the many rooms.

When they were out of sight, I checked the list, checked the place with my clairvoyance power, then stepped from the lobby into a run-down hotel. I mentally cursed, because several people with powers were nearby and there were twenty women in various rooms.

I went to work taking care of the villains that worked for a branch of Hydra under Baron Zemo. They were brainwashing sleeper agents and recruits to be completely loyal to them. I tossed them all to the backside of the moon and then went to each room to check on their subjects. I gasped when I found a teenage Wanda Maximoff, whom would become the Scarlet Witch when she was older.

I didn't see Pietro Maximoff anywhere, though. When I checked with my clairvoyance power, he was in another hidden facility with the other males, which increased my targets significantly.

Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut about wanting only a few more people to save? I asked myself as I cleared both places out of Hydra agents and finding an increasingly larger list of targets to hunt down later. At least I didn't have to wonder what I would be doing every night for the rest of my supposed vacation in Europe.

*

The Princess of Themyscria, Diana Prince, was shocked when a muscular man wearing a skin-tight and nearly all white costume, with gold accents and a symbol of the Earth on his chest, walked into the Themyscrian Embassy in New York City when she was about to call it a day.

"Can I help you?" Alana Dominguez, her secretary, asked him before she could.

"I certainly hope so." He said with a warm smile that had Alana blush and made her feel a little hope that he wasn't a villain there to challenge her. "If it's possible, I'd like to make an appointment to meet with Princess Diana as soon as possible about..." He paused and looked right at her. "...possibly hosting some women that need to rest and recover from several personal traumatic experiences."

Both Diana and her secretary stiffened at hearing those words, because they understood the implications immediately.

Alana wrote it down. "We don't normally deal with things like that, especially if it's local to the city and only concerns a few people that should be referred to the police, if a crime is involved." She said and looked at him intensely. "Just for curiosity's sake, how many women should I inform the Princess that you are trying to relocate?"

"The current number is at 121 and that's only because I've run out of time tonight and have to wait for tomorrow night to continue raiding various places to rescue them." He said and Diana couldn't hold in her gasp at hearing that ridiculous number. "You can also tell her that I apologize for not meeting with her under more pleasant circumstances; but, current events have forced my hand in more ways than one."

"Th-that's understandable." Alana stammered and then cleared her throat to give herself a moment to compose herself. "Whom may I tell her is making the inquiry?"

"I'm assuming the hero alias of Atlas. If she agrees to a personal meeting, I will reveal my civilian identity to her in private to prove my sincerity." Atlas said.

Diana wasn't sure why he would trust her that much if they had never met before. Alana looked just as disbelieving of that and the man smiled knowingly.

"Her reputation proceeds her and I'm fully comfortable with her knowing who I am under the costume." Atlas said, as if he could read their minds. "I wasn't planning on approaching her for at least another ten years, well after I had established myself as a public hero, just like Wonder Woman has."

Both Diana and Alana nodded, then Alana shifted her gaze to look at her boss. Diana nodded slightly and Alana smiled and looked back at Atlas.

"It seems the princess has unexpectedly found a few minutes to meet with you, Atlas." Alana said and added it to the schedule, making the man softly chuckle. "If you could wait for a moment, I'll check to see if she's ready to receive you."

"Thank you." Atlas said and watched the two women walk into Princess Diana's office and Alana shut the door.

"Thoughts?" Diana asked.

"He's completely sincere and eager to meet you, in either persona." Alana told her.

"I noticed a few searching glances." Diana said. She knew she was an attractive woman and the looks he had given her were admiring and not in any way inappropriate or undressed her. He appreciated the view, even though she was only wearing a basic blue blouse and a black skirt.

"He's also desperate to help these women as soon as possible." Alana said and Diana nodded.

"It's odd for him to find so many women in need in one night." Diana commented.

Alana shook her head. "He said he has more and has to wait for tomorrow night to keep looking. That implies he's done this for at least a couple of nights already and his capacity to hold them temporarily must be strained beyond reason if he came here for help from the Amazons without trying to contact us first."

Diana nodded again. Housing over a hundred people would be quite harrowing for someone without many resources. "All right, send him in. Hopefully, we can rent a large boat or something to bring them to the island where there's plenty of room for them and they have the facilities and training to help them recover from their trauma."

Alana went to the door, opened it, and stepped out. "The princess will see you now."

"Thank you." Atlas said and walked by her and into the office.

Diana held her hand out for him to shake. "Please have a seat, Atlas."

Atlas shook her hand and let it go before he sat in the chair in front of her desk.

Diana tried to not feel neglected when he hadn't bent over hand to kiss it and she noticed a twitch of his lips as if he fought to not smile. That let her know she hadn't stopped her own face from showing her disappointment and she softly laughed.

"You didn't do it on purpose to avert my expectations." Diana said and walked around her desk to sit behind it.

"No comment." Atlas said with a smile.

Diana lost the amusement and gave him a pointed look. "Tell me what happened and what you think you can expect from me."

Atlas gave her a single raised eyebrow.

"What you think I can do and what I can actually do, may be two different things." Diana said.

"If you were any other person, I might believe that." Atlas said. "However, you are Wonder Woman and your people have been doing what I need them to do for decades."

"And what is that?" Diana asked.

"I need you to take the victims I've rescued and let them recover from being raped multiple times by scum that I've already dealt with, so there will be no courts or chance of them getting away on a technicality or because they hired the best lawyer and gamed the legal system to only get probation or found not guilty."

Diana was silent for a few moments as she processed that statement. "So, you acted as judge, jury, and executioner, without due process or giving them a chance to prove they were innocent?"

"It shouldn't take tens of thousands of dollars in court costs to find a criminal guilty when he was caught balls-deep inside the crime at the time he was found." Atlas said and she caught her breath. "However, not all of them are rape victims. Some are being brainwashed to worship criminal organizations and then they'll be raped multiple times to train them to get used to it, making the act become so casual to become meaningless, which makes it much easier for them to seduce their targets for assassination." Atlas told her and she gasped.

"When can you bring them here?" Diana asked. "No, forget that. Where do we pick them up? We need to get them into treatment as soon as possible and Alana is arranging for a large boat..."

"There's no need. I can make a portal." Atlas said and waved a hand at the wall and a white door opened to show a fancy lobby.

"Is she another friend?" The maid there asked.

"Not like that. She's going to help you all, just like I promised." Atlas said.

The maid smiled a huge smile. "Thank you, new master." She said and pulled her uniform off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Will you bend me in half and pound my slutty pussy? I haven't had sex in two days and I need it, master."

Diana saw Atlas blush slightly.

"I can't do that, Kay. You know Alice won't like that you're trying to get ahead of her." Atlas said.

"Fuck that cute bitch." Kay said.

"That's what I said she wants." Atlas responded and Kay sighed. "Once Princess Diana contacts her people, I'll open the way to get there, okay?"

"I'll tell Bizzie." Kay said. "She's going to be disappointed she can't sneak in and join us."

Atlas chuckled. "Tell her she might have more than she can handle soon."

Kay smiled and the white door closed and disappeared.

Diana gave him two raised eyebrows.

"It's not what you think. Kay Challis has multiple personality disassociative disorder. Alice and Billie are only two of her 84 personalities." Atlas said and Diana sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes, she's been that traumatized by her father and his friends since she was a child and I'm hoping her main personality, Jane Morris, comes to the forefront to handle the rest of them better."

Diana wasn't sure what to say to that, so she just nodded. "Can you make a portal to Themyscria?"

Atlas closed his eyes for a moment and then waved his hand at the wall again. The scene through the door was the throne room of her mother's castle.

"Daughter?" Queen Hippolyta asked. Surprisingly, it was not the comic version that looked like an older version of Diana. She was the one that appeared in the movies with long blonde hair and a much older face than she should have had as a practically immortal woman.

"Hello, mother." Diana said and stood. "We have much to discuss."

Queen Hippolyta looked at Atlas and gave him a once-over, smiled, and looked back at her daughter. "When should I expect a grandchild?"

"MOTHER!" Diana gasped and blushed.

Atlas chuckled and nodded to the Queen of the Amazons, acknowledging her right to take the opportunity to tease her daughter over something she should have had decades ago.

252 L'amour En Abondance Part Five

The first vineyard tour was everything I had hoped for. There were only two other people and they were only interested in staying at the main house and tasting the various vintages the vineyard had. Not surprisingly, Lisa had been tempted to stay there as well. When I told her the owner and I were going to talk shop and she would be bored listening to two old farmers comparing notes, she stayed at the house.

"She wasn't hard to convince." The older man said in French as we walked away from the house towards the path that led to the first of the grapevine fields.

"We're just starting to feel each other out in our relationship." I responded in French as well. "We haven't even figured out if this is just a fling or something we can build on."

The older man chuckled. "I do not envy you, Monsieur Kent. The dating adventures from my youth are not missed at all."

I chuckled, too. "Believe me, I know. I'll take it easy, even if I'm sure she's going to want to stick around for a while."

He nodded. "You do not pressure her. Good." He said. "If she chooses to stay, then it's solely her decision and will likely stick to it, through thick and thin."

"That's what I'm hoping for." I admitted. "If she declines, that's her decision as well."

"You do not expect her to?" He asked.

"I expect her to enjoy her freedom while also having a secure home life." I corrected his assumption and the older Frenchman laughed.

"She would be a fool to throw that away." He agreed.

I was tempted to say that people could be foolish for no reason at all and didn't.

He saw it on my face, though. "You have the look of a man who has seen more than a man should."

I nodded and didn't say anything else about it as we approached the first planted vine and I changed the subject . "Your crops are growing quite well."

The older man smiled with pride and started explaining the hows and the whys of why he was having such success, which was exactly what I had been looking for. I started adding my own observations on trying to start the growing process back on my farm and he nodded and looked sympathetic, then he explained that new farmers always struggled to cultivate such crops.

I didn't feel as bad about my various failures after hearing that, then the man shared some of the secrets he had discovered over the years of his own work. I absorbed the knowledge as gospel and the man easily noticed my intense attention. He also seemed quite pleased that he had someone besides his wife and children to share his life's passion with.

Needless to say, I spent the entire morning with the man and helped him check over his entire farm as he taught me how to do that properly. When lunchtime arrived, he even offered me several cuttings and the name of the company he bought his fertilizer and various supplies from. I thanked him profusely, of course. His teachings would allow me to finally get my own crops on the right path.

We went back to the farmhouse and Lisa and I shared lunch with him and his family. That wasn't a part of the tour and Lisa looked appreciative of the offer, especially because they served more wine with the meal. She had only sipped as she spent the morning with the wives, so she wasn't fully drunk. She was getting there, though.

We left the farm after that and were enthusiastically told to come back to visit. Lisa seemed to like that idea and I drove us back to town to the hotel. She was in no condition to enjoy any sightseeing and I wasn't going to cast any magic around her and give away that I was anything more than what she had already seen. I would need to wait to see if things worked out between us before bringing her into my life fully.

Lisa took me to bed, eager to feel good while she was feeling good, and I wasn't surprised that she didn't enjoy it as much in her slightly addled state. With her mind foggy, she wasn't reacting like she usually did. That kind of put a damper on her happy mood and when I finished, she rolled over and fell right to sleep.

I could hear her disgruntled thoughts about how she expected for me to fail in keeping her sexually satisfied for longer than a few days. I knew she was only thinking that because she was a little drunk; but, it still hurt to know that she had expected for me to disappoint her and I had apparently met those expectations much sooner than she thought I would.

Now my own mood was dampened by that and I decided to take a shower to clean up, then I ensured she would stay asleep and left the hotel on my own. More than a few women gave me appraising looks as I walked by them and I ignored them. My thoughts drifted to last night when I made the arrangements with Princess Diana for all of the women I had rescued.

A touch of my clairvoyance power let me see the compound where all the women and teens were being settled into their rooms. I focused on Natasha Romanov and saw how she admired the strength of the Amazon that was helping her. I wasn't sure if dropping all those potential assassins into the hands of the Amazons was the best choice, not that I had any other choice at the time.

I probably could have kept them at the mansion if I wanted to stack them like firewood to let them sleep. Despite the size of the place, it couldn't physically house that many people comfortably. It also had a severe lack of bathrooms, according to all of the women that needed to go at relatively the same time and the lines to wait were like they were at most bars and clubs.

I saw a couple of young women that would grow up to become a villain and a detective, respectively. The metahuman was named Miriam Delgado and she had illusion-based powers. Jean DeWolff on the other hand was a normal human and would eventually go to the police academy and join the police force, becoming a detective focusing on rape cases, and helping other victims.

I also checked on Sue and Renee, only to see them naked in bed and making each other feel good. I shifted my view from them and saw two Amazons standing nearby and giving them tips and things to try. A brief touch on their minds let me know it was to distract them and show them they could make themselves feel good without feeling guilty about it.

Renee doesn't consider that cheating? I asked myself and then remembered something I needed to do. I stepped around the corner of the building I was near and into an alleyway, made myself invisible, then took another step and appeared in the bedroom of Victor Zsasz. A quick mental probe let me know he was starting to unravel already, despite it only being a couple of weeks since his wife's kidnapping.

I didn't wake him and used him like a puppet as I had him check his will and I was relieved that he left everything to his wife. I had him write a goodbye note and walk out of his house, climb into his most expensive car, and drive off. Once we were in a secluded area, I stored the car and tossed him into the sun.

I checked my watch and it was barely an hour after noon, so I had all afternoon to take care of things. I changed into my hero persona of Atlas, Greg's face and all, and stepped from the forest into Aunt May's apartment. I could hear her soft whimpers and held in my sigh at her being so lost without her husband. I was tempted, so very tempted to take her for myself, except there was no way she would agree to that so soon after Ben's death.

I checked the photographs to get a good image of the man and sat down on the couch as I used May's own thoughts about him to guide my own thoughts, then I used a brief touch of my clairvoyance power to check the next dimension over. He was dead there and the Parkers were alive, so no dice there. I checked the next dimension over and both Ben and May were alive, as were the Parkers.

This is going to take a while. I thought and settled in to spend the next few hours searching through the local multiverse for any signs of a Ben that had lost both May and Peter, which is what I needed to meet the requirements for him to fit into this life without too much trouble.

*

Ben Parker stared down at the old Mardi Gras t-shirt with a white skull on it. He had been cleaning out the shared closet and found the shirt, the thing giving him the idea that he had nothing left to live for and might as well take up his old service pistol to go and handle the gang members that had run over and killed his wife and nephew.

"You are meant for greater things than simple vengeance." A male voice whispered.

Ben didn't bother turning around. "Why would you say that? May was everything to me."

"Will killing them in return bring her back?" The voice asked.

"No. All it'll do is stop them from killing anyone else." Ben said. "Isn't that enough?"

The voice was quiet for a moment before it spoke. "I will help you if you help me in return."

Ben chuckled. "You just said I was meant for greater things and now you're going to help me wipe out a gang?"

A strong hand was placed on his shoulder. "I didn't say no to making them pay for what they did, just that you shouldn't be thinking in such small terms."

Ben lifted his gaze to look at the tall man wearing a superhero suit that made him look like an angel. "Does that mean you're here to save me from my ruined life?"

"Yes." The man said. "Consider this training. I'll provide you with what you need, give you some tricks and a few extras, then you can go and punish those bastards for denying you your happiness."

"Punish them?" Ben asked and the man nodded. "Punishment. Yes, that's what they need. What they deserve. To be punished. By me." He said and then grimly smiled. "The Punisher."

"I'm Atlas, and this is will be the start of your journey on the right path." Atlas said. "Depending on how well you do, your reward will be significant."

"Reward? I don't want or need money." Ben scoffed.

Atlas smiled. "I know. I'll be granting you your heart's desire."

Ben frowned at him. "Unless you can give me my May back..." His voice trailed off as the superhero nodded. "You're not a necromancer, are you?"

Atlas barked a laugh. "No, I've intentionally denied myself powers like that. I could access them, though."

Ben shook his head. "I don't want some twisted version of my love. It's her or nothing."

"Agreed. She's too good." Atlas responded and Ben nodded. "Let's get you started." He said and waved a hand and a bunch of military grade weapons, body armor, and close combat weapons appeared. "When you complete your mission, you'll get your reward."

Ben stood up and smiled a grim smile again. "Show me what to do."

*

Aunt May finally managed to stem her latest hysterical crying fit and sat up on her bed. She had barely put Peter down for his nap when she had felt overwhelmed again. She was now a widow, had bills to cover, rent to pay, and groceries to buy. She was also alone and had lost her only source of income with a toddler to care for as well. How was she going to work and take care of a child at the same time?

Before she could do more than sigh, a dark swirling mass of something formed on the bedroom wall. It grew and seemed like looking into the center of a storm, then a naked body came tumbling out of it and flopped onto the floor at her feet.

May stared down at the beaten and bruised body for several seconds, not even noticing that the portal had closed, then she gasped. "B-B-Ben?"

"M-May?" Ben asked and opened the eye that wasn't swollen shut. "He didn't lie. It's you. It's really you."

"BEN!" May yelled and lunged from the bed and tackled him.

Ben felt what he had just gone through was worth it to have her back. Even her aggravating his injuries was nothing when compared to having the love of his life back. He hugged her as she cried and his own tears flowed as he silently thanked his benefactor for keeping his promise.

*

After delivering Ben Parker to his reward, I stepped back to the alleyway near the hotel. My danger sense tingled slightly, which meant that I was only kind of in danger, so I turned to where I felt I had to and stood there to wait.

A swirling golden portal opened up on the alleyway's back wall and Doctor Fate floated through, only it was a woman and the costume was quite form-fitting. The golden girdle was a nice touch and the blue tights underneath really showed off the space between her legs. Her breasts were braless and the blue top didn't leave anything to the imagination.

"You are an anomaly and shouldn't be doing what you are doing." Doctor Fate's sexy voice said as the alleyway seemed to crack into multiple facets and I suddenly found myself inside the Mirror Dimension. "You are disrupting the Order."

I figured I was in trouble and decided fighting wasn't going to help me here. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Ancient One." I said respectfully and bowed. Surprisingly, the tiny eye holes in her golden helm widened, almost comically.

"You know of me?" Doctor Fate asked.

"Technically." I hedged and her eyes snapped back to their normal size. "I know of a version of you that didn't become an avatar for the Lords of Order, despite her self-imposed task of fighting off any and all demonic invasions of Earth."

Doctor Fate floated over and landed right in front of me, showing her height was the same as mine.

"She became the Sorcerer Supreme and spent decades establishing an order of sorcerer monks to fight demonic forces, based at Kamar Taj. She also had Sanctum Sanctorums built around the world on key leyline points for more powerful defenses and easier magical access for her students." I explained.

Doctor Fate looked at me intensely for several seconds. "You are not lying."

I glanced down at the feeling of magic and saw a ritual circle had formed around her hand. I looked back up at her face and smiled. "I have no reason to."

She stayed silent for another few seconds before she spoke. "Establishing magical defences to encompass the entire planet had never occurred to me." She admitted, almost reluctantly. "It would have made my job much easier if I had disciples to handle the smaller tasks and allowed me to fight the real threats to this realm."

My smile grew and she raised a single eyebrow, which was reflected on her helm. "Perhaps we could sit for a while and can have a talk?" I asked and pointedly did not look at the Eye of Agamotto on the clasp of her golden cape, which was how I knew who she was.

"Are you an Agent of Chaos?" Doctor Fate asked and I felt another pulse of magic.

I gave her my best warm smile. "I've been trying for years to bring order to the world, except I only knew about half of the threats at the time. It was only recently that I found out there was a bunch of things I've missed and I'm scrambling to put things right."

Doctor Fate stared into my eyes for another few seconds, then she nodded and waved her hand to form two comfortable chairs. "We will sit and you will tell me what you've done and what you're planning to do."

I nodded and sat, trying to not admire how demure she was when she took her own seat and crossed her legs. It was also a great view and I suspected she had sat that way on purpose.

"You may begin." Doctor Fate said, her voice sounding amused, and she crossed her arms under her breasts to draw my eyes up from her waist.

Yes, she definitely sat that way on purpose to distract me, and it's working. I thought and started telling her a sanitized version of everything I had done up to that point and what I wanted to do in the future. Hopefully, when I was done, she would give me the same courtesy.