Oh, God, she wanted his fingers on her pussy, not a spanking. "Please, not again, AAGGHHH," his hand hitting her on her clit this time, shooting pain ...oing directly to her brain. The Commander looked down at the teen, her body covered in perspiration, her ass cheeks a bright pink, and her pussy beginning to turn a dark red. Yet she continued to push her ass up in the air, offering her most intimate portions of her body to him, to do as he pleased, whether it be pleasure or pain. His left hand. “I am in. And here is a ‘fuck you’ to your bullcrap security thing”Then, she had to find the crown. She feared Mr. Ware donated it before she ever had her hand on it. Of course then her ‘visit’ would be in waste and her plans had to change. But it wouldn’t be that time.She walked around his large apartment, empty because Hamilton had a date that day. It was her lucky day, but Catwoman had a ‘hint’ that everything was too ‘easy’. However, that was an opportunity she wouldn’t waste.“Now, time to. .He'll kill us. I say.She's quiet... 'Yeah' she says. 'In the end... he'll kill us. And that's what has to happen I guess. Like Checkov with his gun. He'll kill us. He can't stop. We can't stop. So what else can happen. He'll kill us.So do you mind? I ask her.Not really. She says. Not really.Let's get another drink. She says.Part 5 – The Guy“… The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way …” I felt compelled to look up the actual definition of serendipity after. "Buttercup ... ummm ... These appear to be friends of Anna. I'm guessing they're here to try and find her."Storm, who had stayed out of the fight, rejoined the conversation. "Correct. Gateway couldn't open a portal to where we thought she was, and we couldn't get in touch with any dimension hoppers, so we went to talk to Reed Richards and the Avengers, who agreed to help. Since they had a few people of their own missing, we divided up and ... look ... it's a little strange talking to a robot.