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Just Doing Good 3.1

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I had to ask myself...

Why was I doing this to a superhero?

The simple answer is that she was a total bitch.

The more complex answer is that I'm on a mission from God to do good. If I do good, I won't have to exist for eternity in 'heaven'. Which leads to another question of why I don't like heaven. Quite simply...

It was full of assholes, liars, idiots, and losers. L Ron Hubbard was my next door neighbor in heaven for Christ's sake.

Which leads back to why I consider enslaving a superhero doing good...

Because if I didn't, she would be miserable for the rest of her life. Some people need to be lorded over to have any semblance of happiness. They have personalities that need to be ripped apart and rebuilt. Sophia Hess was one of those people.

I could sniff out a closeted and repressed submissive a mile away. It usually stinks on the domineering and sadistic people the strongest. She had both qualities in spades.

"Sophia felt repressed by society and the expectations put on her." I told the fuming principal. "I'm helping her come to terms with reality and her bullying problem. I'm letting her express how she really feels in an artistic and symbolic, yet meaningful, way." I continued "She lashes out at others because she feels insecure. I just help her to feel safe."

"By forcing her to eat dog-food on a leash in front of the entire school?!" Blackwell practically shouted.

"How dare you accuse me of forcing her to do anything!" I shouted back. "She begged me for the opportunity to not feel scared and repressed anymore." I pointed at the principal. "It's people like you who judge and say she must behave in a certain way."

"I don't keep a crying girl on a leash, eating dog-food in a cafeteria full of students!" Blackwell shot back. "I'll not have that kind of behavior in my school!"

"You just tell her that she can't express herself like she wants to." I spoke in a lower tone. "She wants to cry, she wants to feel safe. She craves attention, and care. She wants to be a pet. She begged me for the dog-food. She was crying with happiness to finally be free to act how she wants!" I insisted.

Blackwell looked disbelieving.

"Are you really going to suspend me for helping a friend feel safe enough to behave the way she wants to?" I spoke in an even lower tone "Are you going to expel me for making my friend happy? For helping her fulfill her dreams?"

Blackwell was staring at me. Silence descended in the office.

"Did I tell you the dog-food was her idea?" I spoke up finally.

"Go wait outside, Rainwater!" She shouted and pointed to her office door. "I'm not listening to any more of your bullshit."

I hurried out of the office and saw a very more composed Sophia waiting for me, leash in hand, still connected to her shiny black studded training collar. She held the leash out to me, for me to take.

"Miss Hess," Principal Blackwell spoke softly, as close to gently as the hard woman could, "I'd like to speak to you in my office."

"Yes Mrs. Blackwell." She glanced over to me.

I nodded at her.

She lowered the leash and stepped into the principle's office. Blackwell stared at me and shut the door slowly.

When in trouble with authority figures, and you really have no excuse...

Baffle them with bullshit.

It works almost every time.

I spent the next half hour doing research on the additives in over the counter meds on my phone while Sophia told her story to the Blackwell bitch. I had no idea what most of the names meant, but when I 'wiki' the names, wiki showed the molecular compounds which I understood far better. I don't think there is a limit on the applications to simple tussin cold medicine.

I had this wonderful Idea about improving the standard Molotov cocktail with- Sophia exited the office with a smile.

She help up the leash for me to take. I took it with a grin. Maybe the bullshitting worked. I'd put enough hypno suggestions in my pet's head to make her believe everything I was bullshitting Blackwell about and more.

"Sit" I pointed to the chair next to me.

"Yes, Master." She felt better when I gave her an order.

"Rainwater! Back in my office, now!" Blackwell shouted from inside her office.

I entered and took a seat. "Miss Hess confirmed your story. I don't believe it, but, she insisted that it was all of her own idea. She insisted that she had to beg you to make that scene in the cafeteria."

"She did!" I insisted.

"Like I said, I don't believe her." Blackwell continued. "But I have no proof of wrongdoing. I've heard rumors though." Blackwell lowered her glasses to look me in the eyes.

"What kind of rumors?" I played innocent.

"The kind of rumors that, if I find solid evidence of, will land you in jail." She hissed through her teeth.

"I swear that I haven't been breaking any laws." I put on a shocked face. "Who would spread such a rumor?" I acted appalled.

I had underlings to commit the crimes for me, now.

"Everyone in the school 'knows that you pimp out two senior girls and sell the-" She made quotation marks with her fingers. "'best' pot in the school."

I did have the most addictive. The skinheads sold the high-end stuff I liked though.

She frowned. "Don't let me catch you doing any of that on school property." She pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "I have real criminals to worry about in this school. This week alone, I have had to deal with two gang-related stabbings, one sexual assault, innumerable thefts, and an assault on my staff."

"I don't have the time for any more of your bullshit." Blackwell sounded tired. "Keep your pet junkies out of trouble and we may just survive each-other Mr. Rainwater."

I acted shocked and appalled, again.

"I know you run the Merchant gang here at school, but, in the past, your little stoner clique hasn't given me much trouble. Keep it that way, and we may even get along." She stared speaking nicely.

Too nicely.

"But I don't want to see you in here over stupid stunts like feeding a girl dog-food in the cafeteria again." She smiled a creepy smile.

"If I see you in here for a similar stunt again, I'll give you another month of detention on top of the one you are already receiving." Her smile dropped in an instant.

"Now get out!" She pointed to the door.

"A month, How about suspension instead-" She cut me off.

"Out!" she shouted.

Awww, I was looking forward to another vacation. Maybe even get to see Glory Girl again.

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"Right there baby," I groaned as Sqeualer put her tough mechanic's hands to work on massaging my back. Out of all the girls I had 'collected', Squealer was my favorite. With breasts as large as my mom's and an ass to die for, she was utterly sexy... and kinky.

I would trade in all the others for another Squealer. You can guess how she got her name. One guess... and it doesn't involve tires.

Pet was off patrolling with her fellow heroes.

I was still deciding on what to do with the information that my pet had given me about her fellow Wards in the Protectorate. I knew the real identities of most of the heroes in Brockton Bay. I couldn't let that knowledge go to waste. Pet still had no Idea that I was a super-villain. I had no intention of informing her either.

According to Squealer, there were unwritten rules about targeting capes in their civilian identities.

Fuck that shit, I say!

Rules were made to be broken.

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We were having a little problem in the gang with rapists. More of a huge problem for some. There was nothing in our gang rules about rape...

Just rules about preying on our own.

I had caught a male member raping a female member, in a back room of the hideout. Being that I was a cape, and the fifth highest ranking member of our gang, I was allowed to dispense out justice on the spot.

I spritzed him in the face with my handy bottle of knock-out mist. The girl began kicking the guy in the ribs, as soon as I rollded him off her.

"Bane!" I yelled.

I heard his lumbering footsteps running down the hallway in my direction.

"In here" I called out again as his footsteps got closer.

As he entered the room, he forgot to duck his head in the doorway, and splintered the header of the door. He didn't seem to notice the debris and plaster raining down on his head and shoulders.

I made a mental note about the durability aspect of might making sensations dampened.

"Take this fellow to the lab would you?" I gestured at the fellow groaning in pained sleep as the girl started kicking him in the nuts. "Before she kills him please."

Bane shoved the raped gang-member out of the way. She stared at me, utterly pissed about her denied vengeance.

"Don't worry, he'll get whats coming to him." I promised. "I need a new test subject."

She grinned.

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I took the needle out of Subject One's spine and slapped him awake, none too gently. His glazed eyes opened and stared at me blankly. I put a visor over his eyes and a pair of headphones over his ears.

I pushed play on the ipod connected to his headphones and visor and went to get a sandwich.

"You are loyal to the Cook."

"Life is chaos."

"Why so serious?"

"You are devoted to making the Cook happy."

"Life is a joke."

"Death is a punchline."

"I like wearing clown makeup and coloring my hair green"

"Your loyalty will always rest with the Cook who created you."

"I love purple suits."

"Why so serious?"