A subtle knock on
the door drew him out of his train of thought, which was odd. He
hadn’t told anyone where he was as a precaution. He didn’t want
to further expand his control over others until he got a better
understanding of how things worked. Which was why he had ‘ordered’
Dr Strange, Zatanna and Dr Fate to cast a powerful spell which
‘blocked’ his influence from spreading via electronic means. So
anyone who saw him on Television, or on the internet would not be
affected. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do for those
already in his thrall, except ‘command’ them to continue about
their daily lives.
With nothing but a
thought, he opened the door with his new telekenetic abilities. And
standing in the doorway was Karen Starr, Power Girl, along with a few
curious onlookers who wondered why such a bombshell babe was standing
in a run-of-the-mill apartment. Subconsciously he realized that about
half where unaffected by his influence.
He acted fast by
‘pulling’ Karen inside and slamming the door behind her. All the
while asking the universe why it had decided to screw with him in the
most irritating way possible by essentially offering him one of the
most attractive women on the planet on a silver platter, knowing that
his deep-seated ethics where doing their best to keep him from
indulging in the control he had over her and everyone else.
Sometimes, his life
really did suck.
“Your
requested an update on Mister Fantastic’s and Lex Luthor’s
research into your new abilities, Master!” Karen said in a bubbly
tone, which sounded like it should have been coming from her younger
alternate dimensional counterpart.
“Right,
Peter sighed, uncomfortable with the title she’d given him. “Please
don’t call me master. But continue, Karen. And
relax.” Her
eyes glazed over slightly at his newest command for the briefest of
seconds. But she did as he told her to, complying without any
question.
‘I
wonder how far she’d go?’ a small voice in the back of his head
pondered. He mentally slapped himself for thinking like that. He had
to do better than that.
“Dr.
Richards believes that you have been infused with some sort of
extra-dimensional cosmic force. The tests that he ran have led both
of them to believe that while it’s energy signature does have some
similarities to the Fantastic Four’s own powers, yours is from
another dimension altogether. And more potent. So far,” the blonde
bombshell Kryptonian continued, “they have not been able to
determine a foolproof way of separating it from you without
destroying the universe as we know it,” she said.
“Great,”
he replied dryly. “So I’m stuck with it. How’re the safeguards
holding up?” he asked, hoping she knew.
“Dr.
Fate and Dr. Strange think they will hold for the time being. But, as
you know, my lord, your p-” she began to say.
“Don’t
call me that,” he cut in clearly. “I don’t want anyone calling
me ‘Lord’, ‘Highness’, ‘King’, ‘Worship’ or anything
like that. My name will do. Continue.”
“As
you know, Peter, you power seems to be growing with every new subject
at an exponential rate.” Karen
relayed, keeping her absolutely positive tone and smile. Which became
more and more intoxicating. Again, he forced himself to squash the
idea of pushing her down onto the bed and ramming his cock into every
hole in her body. Instead he got up, walked over to the sink and
splashed cold water on his face, clearing his head, while Karen
continued. “news of your influence spreads rapidly. Already the
Avengers League has been contacted by numerous world governments,
pledging their allegiance to you!”
“Okay,”
he nodded, thinking he could at least do some good with that. “I
want them to safely eliminate any and all weapons of mass
destruction. And please send emissaries to any isolated countries
like Themescyra, Latveria and Atlantis explaining the situation. I
don’t want more people put under this....curse,” he said as he
flopped down on his bed, which he had apparently altered
sub-consciously to be extremely comfortable without knowing it.
“There
is no curse, Peter,” Karen replied as she moved closer to his
bedside. When he looked closely at her, he realized that somehow, her
clothes had gotten even tighter than they already where. “We love
you!” he tone was very hard to resist.
“Not
by your own choice,” he said, both to her and to himself. He
had to look away from her, as the temptation to just go and fuck her
silly grew. Of course, Karen did the worst thing she could possibly
do at that moment, and laid down beside him on the bed. He could feel
her fingers brushing up against his back. Her hot breath was soothing
against his skin. He knew he was developing a serious case of blue
balls. He tried to force himself to tell her to go away and leave him
alone, but he couldn’t. She was the first person he’d seen in
almost a week.
“You
know,” Karen said softly, “even before this...I always kind of
wanted you. Such an honest, kind, caring man.” Her whispers sent
shivers down his spine, and he gulped. She certainly wasn’t going
to make things easy for him.
He
then decided to......