" Bullshit!" Art snarled, slamming his cup down, sloshing coffee onto the table, not even noticing that the spill disappeared almost instantly. "There...is always a choice." Then responding to his training, "You have the right..."The General reached over to grip Art's shoulder for a couple of seconds, stopping him. "Waste of time. This can never go public, anyway, so there's no damn reason he has any rights. We're going to get all the information out of him we can, then try him. Besides, if we. "That costume leaves little so to the imagination. You must be quite desperate to be noticed by men..."Power Girl could feel her control slipping, her mind being consumed by fiery lust. Desperate not to transform in front of a witness, she let out a wild cry and bull-rushed King, knocking him to the floor. He grunted as his head thudded on the ground, his eyes rolling back. Power Girl felt him up, her vision roaming his body. She was delighted to realize he was a healthy specimen. She tore at. “Who else failed the time-management challenge yesterday?”There were blank stares. They didn’t realize yet. “Patty, what was for lunch yesterday?” I asked casually and the blood drained out of her face.“Oh my God! I was helping the girls with the cake. I completely forgot!” she looked mortified.I nodded. “So after being cut off from my girls for days, I missed all three meals yesterday and the only person who remembered to stop in to see me was Donald. I felt pretty cruddy by the time I picked. She was at his mercy and under his power. “How I have wanted you just like this Hanna.” His lips and tongue trailed down the slender column of her throat slowly until he was near one of her nipples. His teeth briefly grazed one pebbled tip. She gasped. “I am going to do so many delicious things to you. I am going to make you come a hundred times in a hundred ways and by the time I am done you will know who is your master. That is your punishment for denying me Hanna – I am going to make.