The oceans of Bömbörtsög cover much space...almost as much space as the Mongolias themselves. Beneath its surface, there's much sea life that needs ruling...as well as more than a few natural and supernatural resources.
These are the benthic depths of the Japonic Ocean. Down here, the bonds of reality are very lose. The right diver can control these portals, and enter another reality...best accessible down here, where the sun abets no seaweed's growth.
Beyond such a portal, the Benthic Dimension lies...as does Lemuria City, the capital of Lemuria. It's a domed city with many domes. Unmanned submarines swim around it.
Against some of the domes, benthos latch themselves. On a good day, you can watch a Dumbo octopus swim past one. On an even better day, you can watch a giant squid swim past.
Inside, passageways run throughout Lemuria City. These passageways are their equivalent of streets, subways, buses, taxicabs, Lyfts, and the like. The smallest, of course, are like walkways.
In the lower levels, they're like catacombs that connect cellars with dungeons, and vice versa. Down such a passage, Gamemnae travels. She's in a dark green robe, and looking mighty fine otherwise. (Not...that her robe makes her look like an abomination, understand...)
Soon, the passageway rises. Several short ladders take Gamemnae up to the hatchway of her lair. For her, the hatchway opens on its own. She ascends, sets foot over the threshold, and enters. Down here and for this, she wears emerald-green pumps.
Behind her, the hatch closes and seals itself. At long last, the leader of the League of Ancients is alone...with her latest conquest from the future.
At the hatchway, she slips off her pumps. Her robe falls to the floor...as does the most concealing of her clothing. Her lingerie is almost the same color as her robe. Her nails are painted the same color, too.
She removes some of her jewelry, and drops it in a box on a dresser. Near the jewelry box, what looks like a ring case sits.
The case opens on its own. Inside, Lexus the Young is being held captive. He's still a thousandth his normal size. He's also been artificially de-aged considerably, and now bears the likeness of something between Jon Cryer 1976 and Jesse Eisenberg 1994.
Gamemnae extends her polished finger into the ring case. To Little Lexus, her green nail is like...one of the biggest ramps he's never seen. And to think that once upon a Metropolis, his ego made it look like... Well, a woman's polished nail, of course. Rephrase; his ego made Cat Grant's polished nail look like less than a bat mitzvah Jew as she's beautifying her hands for said bat mitzvah.
"Get on," she commands.
Lexus hesitates. Poor boy; even when he's young and tiny, his ego is incurable.
Gamemnae flaps her long straight blonde hair, and shrugs. "I could just...crush you like a mite with my finger right now." She chances her tone. "Need I not remind you of how easy that'd be?!"
Lexus, of course, ascends her nail. She smiles, flaps her hair again, and raises her finger to bust-level.
Here, young Lexus gets a magnificent view of his domina's bust. Her hooters could be DDD, although Lexus is pretty sure that they're just DD. At this time, they're like mountains to him. He never thought he'd feel this way about a woman... But then, in his first shot at youth, it was usually visions like this that would make his ego bigger...because he would take that much effort to reject them.
"Welcome to my captivity, Little Lexus." Gamemnae grins, and flaps her hair. "It seems the future has many things to tell...including your secret obsession with my lovely League of Ancients. But then, from what I've researched about you, it seems that we might as well share a common ancestor...for obsessing over the future seems to be something we have in common."
"I," Lexus hiccups, "I never would've looked for you in the past."
"But of course, why would you? Your ego is too big, when you're not like this." Her boobs...appear to swell. "Speaking of what, did you know that you're having an erection?"
Lexus wears nothing but Superman-themed briefs. And now the big "S" on the front is being stretched silly...by Lexus's now-erect cock.
At this, his domina giggles. Lexus tries to turn around. His domina causes him to scream like a girl, as she flips him like a coin. He comes down in the palm of her hand.
"Aw, don't hide it from me," Gamemnae demands. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. In fact, I'm sure that your previous self had prostate issues, despite still having a Superman-worthy ego. Here, let me help you out there..."
With her humongous finger, with which she terrifies Lexus at first, she pulls down the front of Lexus's Superman-themed briefs, and gives him a finger-job. Lexus is tense, of course. But with luck, he'll get so accustomed to his domina doing this that he'll embrace her as a helper.
Funny; where Lexus comes from, it's the weak who help the strong, rather than the other way around. But then, in Metropolis, at least, that's usually why Kal-El is Superman and he's...just Lex.
"Your cock is not too weak, for a tiny boy's," Gamemnae admits. "And to think that, in the future, Lana Lang and Lois Lane are the only two women you ever so much as consider courting." She giggles. "Little good that ever does you, BTW."
"Ah, well," Lexus gripes, "thanks for giving me more enhanced cause to die a bachelor!"
"You will die my whore," Gamemnae says in a sterner tone, "unless I say otherwise." She smiles, and goes back to petting his cock. "Rest easy, Lexus the Young. In some yet-to-be-discovered unique way, the League will, one day, have use for you. I'm optimistic, and I don't give a shit that my subordinates would think that I'm just another bimbo for thinking so. Your ego has wounded Superman on countless occasions, and that's good enough for me. And if you can do that while wearing a size 12 shoe, then you can do that the way you are."
Right now, Lexus is too afraid of his new domina to remind her that he only wore a size 9 shoe before she kidnapped him and took him into the past.