The walk sign turned green and Eris plodded forward, one step after another. There was nothing remarkable about her. She was just another professional crossing the street in the city. Nothing of interest to the supernatural beings that loved to meddle in the affairs of ordinary citizens.
Stepping onto the curb, she could hear a sonic boom, indicating the presence of another super. Most likely the Batman. For all she knew, the entire League might show up to this incident.
The metal tiara clasped to her head began to vibrate against her skull. She gritted her teeth and ignored the pain. The Martian must have escaped and was searching for them. She hoped that Styx would get out okay.
Despite how annoying the cat had been, she had unexpectedly been crucial to the success of her plans. She made a moue and dismissed her concerns. Even if Styx was unable to phase shift, she had her own super powers. She didn't need Eris' help.
She needed to concentrate on what she could actually change, which meant getting away without being noticed. Supergirl would likely be starting to wake up from the last flash of her mind scrambler, which would be undesirable. She needed to secure her for transport as soon as possible.
She stepped up to the large utility van and opened the back door, swinging inside. Wonder Woman was already there, holding down a struggling Supergirl on a bed which had been unfolded from its stowed position.
"Mistress!" said Diana brightly. "She's starting to come out of it!"
"Just a moment, slave," muttered Eris, looking for her piercing kit. There it was, in the drawer underneath the tool bench on the left.
She set down the sleeping cat she had been holding on top of the workbench, shuffling out of her overcoat, throwing it carelessly against the wall. She grabbed the piercing kit as well as a small, black box she had specially prepared for this occasion.
Eris climbed onto the bed, swinging her hips over Supergirl's legs, swapping positions with Diana. Wonder Woman moved around to the head of the steel bed, holding down Kara's upper arms so that she had very little wiggle room.
During all this, Kara's body hadn't stopped its straining, an unconscious desire to flee lending unfocused strength to her limbs. Her body began to quiet as her eyes fluttered, her drowsiness fading as intelligence returned.
Her eyes flashed, and she tried to roll off the bed. Diana pressed her down, keeping her in place. "What's going on?" she demanded. "Why do I feel so weak?"
"Don't worry, my dear, just a simple precaution."
Eris set down the boxes she had been holding on Supergirl's belly and moved her hands up to her neck, pulling at a fine golden chain which extended under the neckline of her catsuit.
A round, green pendant on the end of her necklace twinkled as Eris held it forth. Supergirl's mouth gaped wide and she shrank back, fear on her face.
"Yes, kryptonite. One of many precautions I took before attempting to capture you in your den. A judicious piece of jewelry to have when dealing with aliens of your caliber." She tucked the bauble back under her catsuit.
Supergirl's face twisted, doing her best to look heroic despite the circumstances. "I don't know what you're planning, but you cannot succeed! The Justice League will be here soon to stop you!"
"Brave words, but the Martian can't save you. This van has been coated with a special paint that reflects mental energy. I designed it myself."
Supergirl's brows ceased. "The Martian? What about the Manhunter?"
Eris chortled. "Oh, this is too rich. He didn't tell you that he's been in your quarters for days, even weeks? He's been keeping tabs on you, likely under orders from Superman. Watching your daily routine, your every move. Always watching."
Anger flared in Supergirl's eyes, this time not directed at her. "That big green bastard! How dare he!"
Eris let her process that bit of knowledge, leaning over to open the larger box, retrieving a pair of scissors that she snapped open and closed in front of Kara's face. "You can take that up with him later," she declared. "But if you don't want this to get messy, you're going to want to sit still."
She flipped open Supergirl’s denim jacket and slid the edge of her scissors under the heroine's shirt, working quickly to cut through the material. It didn't take long to slice a vertical strip from her waist up to her neckline, exposing her spandex outfit, a large red S embossed over her breasts.
Supergirl tried to tilt her hips, but in her weakened state she was unable to stop Eris' work. "Don't worry, Supergirl, I'll take good care of you."
She viciously pulled down on the neck line of the uniform, stretching the spandex far enough to reveal her captive’s breasts. Eris' eyes widened. "No bra? Is that confidence or overconfidence? What kind of exhibitionist are you?"
Kara's face went red. "Shut up," she hissed. "There's plenty of padding!"
Eris turned over the fabric, noting wads of cotton stitched to the interior. "I suppose even superheroes need some help."
"Shut up," bit out Kara, her neck flushing.
"We'll leave that aside," murmured Eris, retrieving her tools.
"Now," she explained patiently, picking up the small box and opening it in front of Supergirl's eyes. Inside were two large, golden barbells. "I made these nipple piercings especially for you out of golden kryptonite. You know what that means, right?"
Kara's mouth flopped open wide like a fish. "Where did you... how did you?" she sputtered.
"Easier than you'd think, but more expensive than I'd like. I'm expecting you to pay back my investment tenfold."
She put the box back down and lifted a needle. "Hold still, this will only take a moment."
Kara tried to struggle, but was only able to put up token resistance. The proximity of more than one kind of kryptonite was doing a number on her strength, and she could only shake her head back and forth in distress. "No, please, no, why are you doing this?"
Eris leaned over and pinched one of her nipples, plumping up the flesh as she lined up the needle. "I'm doing this for love. You won't understand for quite some time, but it's hard to explain just how much you mean to me."
She jabbed the needle in sharply, poking a hole through her flesh. She cleaned up the small amount of blood from the wound with an alcohol wipe. Kara jerked, making a small yip. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
Eris fiddled with the jewelry, slipping the barbell into place and screwing the end cap shut. "I think it looks nice!" she declared, moving over to her other breast. "One more to go! This will make you irresistible!"
Kara gritted her teeth and waved her arms in the air in an attempt to interrupt her work. Eris watched her patiently. "This is going to happen," she said with finality. "You can either accept it, or I'll have Wonder Woman force you to accept it."
"Just give the word, Mistress," declared Diana, smiling broadly.
Kara laid her arms back down and made a noise of displeasure. "Good girl," said Eris, poking a hole into her other nipple.
"Almost done," she declared, inserting the second barbell.
She sat back, examining her work. "You look totally fuckable. Let's get you ready for transport. Bring the mask, Diana."
"With pleasure, Mistress!" Diana shuffled to the side, unhooking a mask from the wall.
Kara began to sit up, but Eris leaned over and placed her hands over Kara's breasts, pushing her back onto the bed. She squeezed her pierced nipples for good measure, carefully watching Supergirl as an involuntary hum of pleasure left her lips.
"With this kryptonite embedded in your nipples, you have no powers," grinned Eris. "You're weak enough that even an average woman like me can keep you under control."
Kara protested and tried again, but it was clear that she had no idea what to do without her super strength. Wonder Woman returned, a long, corrugated hose stretching from the wall.
With efficiency, she ran rubber straps around the back of Kara's head, pulling them tight. Kara was helpless to resist, peering out through a round circle of plastic, the molded rubber mask wrapping her entire head in its embrace.
Eris gave her breasts another squeeze, moving to stroke her masked face. "Just breathe and let go. Breathe and obey. Good girl."
"But I don't even know who you are," she complained in a muffled voice as the gas infiltrated her lungs. Her eyelids drooped lower as blessed sleep began to drown her consciousness. Flashes of light bombarding her peripheral vision distracted her, doubtlessly trying to program her mind.
"Fine, I suppose I should do my bit and introduce myself." She stretched her upper body, exposing her breasts, cupped by shiny latex. "You have been defeated by Black Shine, the scourge of… well, this area!"
She frowned. "That's not very good, I'm going to have to work on it." She peered at Supergirl, who by now was starting to succumb to the effects of the gas being fed into her lungs from the mask. "Tell you what, if you remember something particularly villainous you've heard me do, let me know and I'll incorporate it in my speech."
"Mistress of the famous Amazon and keeper of her heart," piped up Wonder Woman.
"Ah, yes, thank you slave," murmured Eris, delighted to see Supergirl's eyes gently drooping shut.
"Where's Streaky?" she asked plaintively, her hands drawing into cute little fists.
"Your cat? He's just fine. Here, let me get him for you."
She retrieved the orange fur ball from her workbench and placed him in the crook of Supergirl’s arm. Kara moved unconsciously to pet him. She made a little sigh and her body relaxed, dropping into slumber.
Eris smiled, a thrill running up her spine. Her loins were juicing at the sight of her greatest conquest laying prostrate before her, but this was no time for personal satisfaction. Leaving her new trainee sleeping on the bed, she crawled over to a tinted window and watched the entrance to the building.
Several caped superheroes were entering the structure, led by a man in spandex tights. Yes, that was the man of steel himself, come to investigate what had happened to his cousin.
As soon as he slipped inside, she moved from her position, heading towards the front of the van. "Come, slave, it's time to go."
She started the engine and crawled into traffic, being careful to take it slow and steady. If she pretended to be a normal service vehicle she should blend right in.
Diana buckled into the seat next to her, one hand slipping down into her tights. Eris glanced at her, chuckling as her tattoo flashed a warning. Wonder Woman cursed and retrieved her hand.
"You'll have plenty of time for that later," she stated, turning the wheel and accelerating past a series of high rises.
Diana pouted, folding her arms across her chest, emphasizing her voluptuous assets. A flash of purple exploded in her lap, a bundle of black fur materializing from thin air.
Diana cooed with delight, finding a very bedraggled looking Styx resting over her thighs. Tufts of fur were missing in multiple spots, revealing pink patches of skin underneath. She flexed her claws and shook her back. Diana lowered her hand and gave the cat a tentative pat, stroking deeper as the cat leaned into her hand and purred.
"I don't suppose you'd like to tell us what happened?" asked Eris mildly.
"Nope," replied Styx. "It's a mystery." She hissed, giving that eerie half human laugh.
Eris grunted. She was keeping her secrets close to her chest, as usual. She supposed she couldn't blame the cat. At least she seemed to be on their side, for the moment.
Styx yawned, settling her head down. "I need a nap," she declared. "Too many bugs needed to be zapped on the other side."
Wonder Woman continued to stroke the cat, seduced by the extra dimensional being’s cute form factor. Styx turned her head, ensuring that all sides of her neck were given the proper attention.
Eris didn't bother trying to pry. The cat could keep her secrets for now, as long as they didn't jeopardize her plans.
Her mind turned back to her captive prey. The largest hurdle was behind them, but more long nights were ahead of her. Supergirl was hers. She shivered, her mind racing as it raced ahead, speculating on which training regimen she should use.
There would be even more to consider once she had made Supergirl her slave.
***
Kara shivered as her eyes snapped open. Memories came flooding back. She had been captured by a villainess. And Wonder Woman had helped her.
Shit, this wasn't good. She started to breathe heavily, worried about what the villain had done to her friend. She could see very little, only a blur of turquoise. She reached out, but touched nothing. Felt nothing.
She tried to scream, but there was something in her mouth, a round ball jammed deep inside which prevented her from making anything more than a vague mumble.
She breathed out, bubbles drifting in front of her nose, as if she was underwater. She must be in a tank of some kind. She lifted her hands in front of her face, trying to get a feel for what was going on.
Her vision went dark, verifying at least that she wasn't being fed virtual images. She really was floating in a tank of some kind.
Curious, she moved her hands to her chest to verify her memories. Feeling up her breasts, she lightly touched her pierced nipples, confirming that she wasn't imagining things. She really had been captured and pierced.
She would be lying if she said the thought wasn't at least a little arousing to her. Most heroines had a fantasy about being captured by a hot, sexy villain.
Still, she hadn't expected this… Black Shine to be the one to do it, however. She wasn't really all that into girls, right? Then why was she feeling so hot and bothered?
Her fingers caught on a strap which clung to her body under her breasts. She felt around, tracing a series of leather strips and buckles. She had been dressed in some sort of harness.
More disturbing, her breasts felt sensitive and were larger than she had remembered. What other alterations had been made to her while she was out?
Tossing and turning, her body moved ever so slightly in the liquid morass she found herself in. She burbled, unable to affect her situation.
With no obvious way to escape, all that was left was her thoughts. What had the villainess meant when she said that she was doing this for love? What kind of twisted love was this?
The woman's sharp cheekbones and brown hair seemed familiar, but she couldn't place her. Was there a past villain she had defeated that could be related to her current predicament? Nothing was coming to mind.
There came a muffled hissing noise and large bubbles drifting up past her body, tickling her bare skin as they passed. A loud gurgling accompanied a sloshed motion, her body shifting back and forth. The tank was being drained.
Good, perhaps she would find out what was going on. She certainly wanted to know what this villain was truly planning, if only so that she could have a productive debriefing once the Justice League had located her. She wasn't willing to think about the alternative.
This was rather humiliating. She had always been the one doing the rescuing before, but now she was on the other side of the coin. She was a victim, with an uncertain fate. It felt terrible.
The gurgling ceased, leaving her standing on a grate in the floor with her bare feet. The hose attached to her face dropped off with a sharp click, leaving her alone inside a darkened chamber.
Momentarily free, her thoughts turned towards liberating her face. She felt around the sides of the rubber mask, finding no buckle or other restraining device. The hole where the hose had been attached was a circular ring. If she reached far enough inside she could barely touch the rubber circle of a ball gag stuffing her mouth.
Had the mask just been pulled over her head? She reached around her neck line but was unable to find a crease to fit her hands under. She moaned in frustration. Why couldn't she find a way to remove this darn blasted… submission device?
She blinked, wondering where that thought had come from. She worried at it for a few moments, then dismissed it. If she couldn't trust her own thoughts, what could she trust?
She was considering smashing her hands against the dark curve of the exterior compartment when a door in front of her opened up. A hatch pulled upwards, leading into a blue tiled chamber.
She took a few hesitant steps forward, lost in the optical illusion of a mesmerizing pattern built into the tiles. Something definitely wasn't right with this room.
It was probably all in her mind. She shook her head and took another step. Her foot flung out into empty air, her head twisting wildly with vertigo as she fell down an incline.
She tucked her body in as she rolled, her heart lurching as she tumbled. The end of the ramp dumped her into a wall, her back bouncing to a stop on top of a cushioned surface. Her heart racing, she got up to examine her predicament. The sides of the wall were steep, but not vertical, otherwise she might have taken some serious damage.
She cursed at the wall and her own stupidity. She wanted to curse at her captor, too, but as the thought bubbled up it began to dissolve. She sat up and moaned, chewing on her gag.
"I can't tell what you were trying to say, but the gag flashed black, so it probably wasn't very nice. We need to clean those thoughts up. Once they are pure and clear we'll know we're getting close to the true you."
It was only logical. Cursing wouldn't solve her issues. She needed a plan, but she had no idea what to do next.
"Do you like your new breasts?" came the disembodied voice again. "I made certain to enlarge them. I do enjoy large breasted slaves. Perhaps you'd like to try them out?"
Looking around for the voice, Kara realized that it was being piped into her ears. She clamped her hands over the mask, feeling soft padding underneath its slick surface. Yes, there must be headphones hidden there.
She groaned and looked down at her voluptuous assets, feeling a sudden urge to fondle them. Finding no harm in following her urges, she felt around the edges, lifting up her breasts and giving the sensitive flesh an experimental squeeze.
A warm glow of pleasure suffused her chest, warming her. She looked up and sighed with pleasure, biting down on the gag.
She squinted. Was she doing this of her own free will or because the voice had suggested it? Disgusted, she let her hands fall free.
She was getting far too comfortable with her captivity. It would be easy to sit here and play with herself, but that wouldn't help her find a way out. Still, she shouldn't dismiss her breasts out of hand. They might be the key to her freedom.
She examined the tip of her left breast more closely, studying the golden barbell that pierced her nipple. The metal was smooth, as if it had been cast. A large amount of effort had gone into them, but it shouldn't have been surprising given how valuable a captive she was.
"You could try to remove them, but I wouldn't recommend it. They've been attached with a time delay glue. I expect you may be able to remove them with normal strength in about a few weeks, but by that time you probably won't want to."
Kara chewed on her gag and tried to twist the end cap, sighing as she only produced an uncomfortable twisting sensation in her nipple. The voice hadn't lied to her yet. She let go of her flesh in a huff, crossing her arms.
"Good girl," whispered the disembodied voice. "Now, are you ready for some training? If so, feel free to get on the elevator."
Kara turned, watching with curiosity as a platform moved down the side of the angled wall, moving slowly. It pressed into a rectangular depression on the floor, a sight hum fading away as it stopped moving.
She gnawed on the gag. If she disobeyed the voice in her ears, she could earn herself a few minutes to think things over further.
But would that really be worthwhile? If she played the mysterious Mistress' game, she might be given something to eat, and she was feeling famished. Starving herself would just make her weak, and she'd end up giving in anyway.
Knowing that this was tantamount to tacit obedience, she groaned and pushed herself to her feet and padded over towards the platform.
The leather straps wrapped around her body creaked as she moved, the large O ring under her breasts pressing into her flesh. She was becoming aroused just by wearing this bondage gear. It was becoming a serious problem.
Stepping onto the platform, she examined herself more thoroughly, noting the various layers of straps that ran over her chest and around her waist. Her privates were unmolested, for the moment, for which she was thankful.
Even so, she still felt the need to touch herself. It was growing stronger, and she didn't know why. Ignoring that for the moment, she noted more straps which wrapped around her hamstrings, buckled into place. She bent over and attempted to unbuckle one of them, but her fingers fumbled.
"You’re being naughty, slave. Your outfit is very special, and does not want to be removed. You do not wish to remove it."
She made a double take. The command was suddenly real, pulsing in her brain like a brand. She didn't want to remove her fetish gear. She wore this outfit so that she could be trained.
Strange how that felt so normal. That her brain was already accommodating her increased chest size. It was as if her brain was already enslaved, and she was just finding it out after the fact.
Confused, she left the harness straps alone, waiting patiently for the platform to finish moving. She was on the top floor again, looking at a dizzy array of crevices and pitfalls, almost made invisible under the optical illusion of the tiled patterns.
"You will do what I say, slave, or you will fall and we will repeat this again. We will do this over and over again until you learn to obey. By the time we have finished, you will trust my voice implicitly."
Kara mumbled, and she could feel the gag buzzing. Her eyes crossed and refocused. She wasn't sure what she had just said, but she somehow knew that it was time to obey Mistress.
"Now, slave, this is an exercise in concentration," explained the voice in her ears. "You will learn to obey my voice, or you will fail. If you cannot properly concentrate, you will fail. Obeying me is the only way you will leave this room."
Looking around at the tiled maze, her eyes crossed again. It was something out of M. C. Escher's nightmares. She was starting to believe the voice. Without her help she'd be stuck here.
Sighing, she folded her hands and waited for instruction, the gag in her mouth vibrating. "Very good, slave," said the voice. "Turn to your right and take three half steps."
She did as she was told, shuffling along. It was disturbing that being called a slave wasn't as alarming as it had initially been. She wasn't starting to believe it, no, but the familiarity she was feeling was hard to swallow. She was worried that she might eventually accept the label if the voice kept using it.
She shook her head. That was utter nonsense. She would never accept being Mistress' loving slave. It was inconceivable that she would give in and enjoy her tender embrace. The ball gag hummed as she chewed on it.
She blinked, her feet following commands from the voice implicitly. Her brain had spaced out and she had made several corners on autopilot. Alarmed, she hesitated at the next command, her foot slipping.
Falling on her chest, she slid down an incline, wheezing from the hard hit. She spun onto her back, friction slowing her descent until her head hit the cushioned floor at the bottom. She was staring up at the ceiling, where light panels had been installed in a grid.
The grid lit up in a soothing pattern. A small consolation for losing again. Staring at the pattern, she lost herself for a moment. There was something interesting there, but she couldn’t quite make it out.
"No, slave, that was wrong. We will do this again until you learn the lesson properly."
Sighing, she rolled over and got onto her knees. She was close to where she had fallen the first time, so the elevator should be nearby. She plodded back over to the platform, which had been helpfully lowered for her to clamber onto.
She clenched her lips and thought nasty curses at the voice. She couldn't say them out loud, but she could at least keep up her resistance internally.
The gag vibrated and she whited out. She found herself near the top, her thoughts having blanked for a few moments. Within her, she found a newfound determination to follow the voice and escape the room.
The ceiling lights sparkled in a warm display as Mistress' voice hissed into her ears. Her eyes twinkled. She would obey. She would learn the pattern.
***
How long had she wandered, mindlessly obeying her Mistress? She could have spent hours or days twirling and stepping in time with the voice, learning to obey.
By now it was all by rote. She didn't need to think to obey. The lesson had been learned well.
That didn't mean she had wholeheartedly given in to Mistress, but she had truly considered it multiple times. Mistress had her best interests at heart. If she followed Mistress' commands, she would not fall. Everything would be okay. She trusted her Mistress to know best.
She danced forward, another half twist, turn to the left, the voice tickling her mind. A long tiled ramp extended before her, leading up to a white office door. The voice stopped, silence jarring in her brainwashed mind. She yearned for more commands, for someone to obey.
She halted, staring. Was this the exit? Was she ready for freedom?
A certain part of her no longer wanted to leave the room where Mistress took care of everything, but she knew that it couldn't last. She must figure out her destiny.
She took a hesitant step forward, moving on her own for the first time in a long while. It felt wrong to do so without being commanded, but she was suddenly eager to find out what came next.
The latch clicked convincingly as she turned the handle of the door, opening into a room lit with soft light. Stepping inside, she gaped.
Track lighting had been setup to highlight a large, circular bed in the center of the room. The villainess called Black Shine was leaning against a pile of rose red pillows, lounging there, nude. One hand cupped a breast, playing with her nipple.
She took a hesitant step forward, gurgling into her gag. She wasn’t repulsed, just curious. Was she in danger? Should she be looking for an escape?
"Yes slave, it's me," said the familiar voice, the hooks it had sunk into her mind pulling her forward.
"I brought you here so that you could obey me more directly. Does that sound nice to you?"
She tried to respond, but her response was muffled. The gag buzzed, and she found herself liking the idea.
Black Shine chuckled, patting her hand on the bed. "Come here, slave, and I will explain."
After the hours she had spent listening to this voice, she could hardly conceive of disobeying. Her body moved as commanded, her hips dipping as she took a seat next to her Mistress on the crimson sheets.
The gag hummed and danced, celebrating her obedience. Her good thoughts were enhanced, making her want to submit ever more keenly.
Mistress moved, pressing her body around Kara. She delighted in the warmth of her Mistress, just happy to bask in her presence.
Her Mistress kissed her shoulder. "I would remove the gag," said Black Shine, "but it's not time, yet. Your thoughts are still being reordered for me. I know liquid feeding is uncomfortable, but we will have to make do. Perhaps in a few days."
The gag buzzed again. That didn't bother her. Whatever Mistress thought was best.
"Mmm, I do enjoy our time here together, but a good Mistress should share her slaves. There's another here who has been waiting for you. Do be a good girl and do what she says."
A shadow loomed out of the darkness, resolving into the form of another woman with dark hair and red lips. She had difficulty recognizing her for a moment, but the lasso wrapped over her hands marked her as Wonder Woman, though it was an odd shade of gray.
Her gag vibrated. Mistress had another slave! How delightful! She mumbled, pleased to see one of her favorite heroines was a slave, just like her.
Diana grinned, her rouged lips parting. "Mistress is love. You will obey her as I do."
Wonder Woman was wearing a leather harness, much like hers. Her large breasts were ringed by the material, straps meeting at a tough leather diamond tucked under her enlarged orbs. A central strip ran down over her belly leading to a belt wrapped around her hips.
Her eyes roved downwards, drifting over a bright, red tattoo that centered over the superhero’s belly button. It glowed as if alive, the petals of the inscribed flower moving as her chest flexed.
That wasn't her most intriguing feature. Kara’s lips moved silently as she fixated on a thick, bulbous rubber dildo that waved in the air like a summer sausage. Her eyes widened as she realized what Diana intended to do to her.
Leaning over, Wonder Woman turned Kara around and bound her arms behind her back, tying them together with her lasso. Kara didn't put up any resistance. Wonder Woman obeyed, and so did she. She was a slave.
She was such a slut. She wanted this so badly. Any thoughts to the contrary had been removed during her time in the tiled room. Her thighs juiced.
Mistress sat up, eyes level with Kara's pierced breasts. She flexed her thighs, pushing herself closer.
"This might seem a bit like cheating, as you're currently experiencing what I term the halo effect," Mistress explained. "You're certain to be more introspective later, but at this point you're willing to accept anything I say, isn't that right?"
"Anything," moaned Kara, her mind on the length of thick cock that Diana was pressing between her legs.
She could see the shadow of its tip against the bed sheets below her. She shook, hoping that Diana would insert the dildo into her needy pussy so that she could orgasm her obedience.
"Your identity as a superhero is separate from who you are now, an interesting detail with no bearing on reality. Here and now you're a slut. My bitch."
She wished that Mistress would hurry up so that she could be properly fucked. What could she do to convince her Mistress that she was Hers?
"I’m your slut," declared Kara.
When nothing was forthcoming, she focused and gave her Mistress an irritated glance. Perhaps the direct approach would be better? "Can we fuck now?" she asked, almost demanding.
"Even now, you still think you're in charge. How cute." Mistress looked behind her. "Diana, you can give it to her now, but you must stop on my command."
"Yes, Mistress," Diana replied, drawing back and moving the end of the dildo into place with her hands. She pressed the tip against Kara's inner lips and moved forward an agonizing amount.
Kara protested, leaning backwards to force the issue, but Diana chuckled and pulled back, keeping her pleasure tantalizingly out of reach.
Her Mistress leaned forward, locking her lips around a pert nipple, her mouth hiding the golden jewelry that pierced its tip. Kara trembled, this new assault shocking her to her core. Mistress worked her lips, looking up and giving Supergirl a broad grin.
Sucking tightly, she licked back and forth, swirling her tongue in a circle. Kara jolted, her back arching. Wonder Woman took the opportunity while she was distracted to ram her dildo inside Supergirl’s snatch. Her muscles clenched around the thick cock, her interior shouting with joy as it sank all the way in. She squeaked, amazed at how good it felt to be pleasured by the two women.
It felt so good to be a slave! She had never felt like this when she had been free! She had been missing so much!
Mistress' lips popped as she detached from Supergirl’s swollen nipple, moving her head to blow a warm breath over Kara’s chest. "This has better than I had anticipated," she said, kissing her other nipple gently. "You have no idea how long I have worked to make you mine."
Kara’s hands trembled, a continuous moan escaping her lips. Wonder Woman was pushing harder now, forcing her entire body to shake in front of Mistress.
Mistress sat up, placing her hands on Supergirl's breasts. "Make her cum, Diana," she ordered, squeezing her breasts, hard.
"With pleasure," replied Wonder Woman, darkly. She pressed forward, penetrating as deep as she could.
"You love Mistress. You love being commanded by Mistress. You love being fucked by Mistress. Mistress is your everything."
Wonder Woman rocked back and forth, sliding the dildo in and out in a dominating rhythm. Her muscles squeezed around the thick cock, her vagina easily accommodating its bulk. It felt wonderful to be fucked by the heroine.
"Mistress is my everything," she shouted, her body wracked with pleasure.
Mistress simply smiled, leaning back and watching her face as she made her declaration of submission. She wanted to melt under the true joy of giving everything to Her.
Diana pressed forward, hard, leaving the dildo sunk in her deepest depths. Her hips pressed up again her Mistress, her reason for being.
She shrieked with joy, her mind finally breaking. This was her Mistress, whom she loved and obeyed. She was hers.
***
Kara stood still, waiting to be commanded. She still had her name and identity, but Mistress had taken everything else. It was so hot to give everything to Her, to obey Her without question.
A fire raged inside her, keeping her constantly on the edge. Mistress had been forced to put her into bondage to prevent her from spending all of her time masturbating.
Most of her free time the last month had consisted of just that, notwithstanding the frequent pauses where Diana had deigned to service her with a strap on. She remembered their last session now, dreaming of being penetrated by that thick, wet cock once again.
She shivered, brought out of her reverie by a tinkling bell.
Mistress did release her from bondage every so often, but when she wasn't being strictly controlled, she was a useless ball of pleasure. That was why she needed to be trained every day, to be locked up in her Mistress' strictest latex and told what to do.
Mistress had taken to leaving off her ball gag recently, and she missed it. She loved when it vibrated, telling her that her thoughts were properly obedient.
The bell rang again, and she started, waddling over towards her Mistress. A wooden table had been attached to her chest, a tea set and saucers balanced on the surface. Her arms were bound behind her back in a purple arm binder, preventing her from touching anything. Each step was a struggle, as her feet had been locked into high heels, her legs constrained by a purple latex pencil skirt with extensive ruffles.
Her bound arms were probably for the best, as the last time they had played this little game she had spilled tea all over the floor. The bone china tinkled noisily as she approached the table, getting down onto one knee to present the tea pot to her Mistress.
Mistress took the handle gently, pouring a generous amount into Diana's teacup.
"Her training is going well," remarked Mistress, treating her as if she was a piece of furniture. "She doesn't talk about trying to leave here anymore, and she has adapted well to being a tea slut."
Diana munched on a biscuit. She glanced over at the slave. "She's still over eager," she murmured, stirring a sugar cube into her cup. "Almost useless for anything interesting."
"Perfectly right," smiled Mistress. "Right now, she's a horny bitch and will do whatever I say. While fun, that's not desirable. I would very much like her to pull her own weight around here."
"I'll give it another week or two to be certain that she is entirely under my control," she mused, "at which point I'll give her a tattoo like yours. That should help to unlock her true potential while also marking her as mine."
A black cat laid in the center of the table, looking up at Mistress lazily. "You seem awfully sure of your prowess," she remarked with a purr. "How far are you willing to trust your control? Her tail lashed, belying her placid stance.
Mistress harrumphed. "My inductions so far have been fool proof. I give her free run of the facility. She just doesn't… want to leave. I'm so certain of this that I've swapped her nipple rings for inert lumps of metal."
Kara looked down, noting the shiny, stainless steel barbells nestled in each nipple. They were so shiny! Pretty!
She wanted to touch them. To touch herself. It was a good thing she had been bound by Mistress, or she would be pleasuring herself in front of everyone here without remorse.
"Yes, you've demonstrated your talents once, but there's still fear from certain quarters that your new bird might fly the coop. The council wants a demonstration of your power over her. Immediately."
Mistress sighed, leaning back in her chair. "It must be some sort of grand gesture, I take it?"
The cat raised her head and lowered it in assent.
"I need more time before I'm comfortable with that,” said Mistress. “Another two weeks."
The cat rose from the checkered tablecloth, leaning forward and back to stretch out fully. "It's already been four, and you only took a month to put Wonder Woman under your thumb. Whatever do you need all this extra time for?"
Mistress' face creased, and she put down her tea cup with a thump. She paused for a moment. "There's still some unexpected resistance. Let me demonstrate."
"Supergirl? I know you can hear me in there. Who do you love?"
Supergirl's rouged lips curved in a smile. She flexed her biceps, the tray attached to her chest rattling. "You, Mistress."
"Would you do anything for me, slave?"
Kara said nothing for a long while, her mind working. "Anything, Mistress." Her thighs tingled as the lie rushed through her brain.
"See?" said Mistress, reaching for another biscuit. "There's something minor blocking me there and I'm not sure what it is. Until I can dig out her remaining resistance, I'm not willing to take her out of the facility."
Kara shook, afraid. What could possibly be preventing her from completely belonging to Mistress? Hadn't she decided to give everything to her?
She stood and marinated in the bliss of thinking about Mistress. This calmed her down, smoothing away her worry and enforcing her obedience. There was nothing wrong with her. She was a perfect slave.
An orange cat jumped from the ground onto the table, navigating between jars of jelly and plates of scones. Styx hissed, giving him a warning. When that failed to deter him, she seemed to grow larger, a dark crackling shadow looming above the tea cups.
The cat took the hint, jumping back off and winding around Kara's heels. The black cat relaxed, folding her arms under her head in a surprisingly human gesture. "The council won't be happy if you delay further," she warned.
"Too bad," replied Mistress. "I've done as they've requested, taking two heroines off the board so that their plans can move forward. I've dodged plenty of Supers to get where I am today. She is mine; that is verifiable. If they don't believe me, tell them to wait. I'll provide them proof even the Supers can't ignore. Supergirl belongs to Me."
Supergirl smiled. There was only one woman she wanted to be super for, and that was her Mistress. She stood still, as commanded, feeling fulfilled. Not even her minor disloyalty earlier could perturb her happiness.
Styx rolled over, wiggling her body back and forth. "Why did you want her specifically, Eris? What's special about Supergirl? Why not the man of steel? He has a similar power set and is… decidedly male." Her voice became husky.
Mistress took a long draught of tea, finishing her cup and setting it back on the table. "There isn't a simple explanation," she began.
"Yes, we both went to Stanhope, and yes, I had a crush on her while I attended."
She refilled her tea cup. "I was the goth girl and she was the impossibly good at everything superhero, but she didn't treat me badly. For the longest time, I wished I was her. I tried everything to develop as many skills as I could, but I could never hope to catch up. It was an obsession. Dangerous, even."
She tapped her fingers on the table. "It wasn't until after I transferred away that I realized what was going on. Everything I did there was to impress her, and I failed utterly."
Styx snorted, but she raised a hand to forestall her comment. "I know it seems like a flimsy excuse to go through all this just to capture a school sweetheart, but after a few years the regret piled up so high I needed to do something, anything to break out of my solitude."
She pressed her hands against the table and sat up straight. "It's all well and good to have hobbies, but finding a purpose – that's what life is all about. More than anything, I wanted a family, even if it is all of my own making."
Wonder Woman piped up from the other side of the table, bouncing with energy as she beamed at her Mistress. "I'm glad you found your purpose, Mistress! I love you!"
Eris smiled back at her kindly. "It was as I said. I've done this all for love, and I would do it again in a heartbeat."
Something unglued in Supergirl's chest. This wasn't being done to her because Eris wanted her for something nefarious. Not because she had super powers.
Eris wanted her because she loved her. There was nothing more powerful than that. The plates on her tray jiggled as she moved closer to Mistress. She wanted to hold her. She made an incoherent noise, hoping that Mistress would allow her to speak.
Mistress peered up at her with a kind gaze. "What is it, slave? Are you ready to be rewarded for your service?"
She pressed a finger against her wrist device, and a buzzing started in Kara’s snatch. Her chest trembled, her belly button piercing rattling as the intensity of the vibration increased.
She groaned around her gag, closing her eyes as the pleasure increased. Rewarded? More than anything, she wanted to be servicing her Mistress!
This was right, though. She was here because Mistress liked her this way. Liked her just the way she was.
She was obeying Mistress! The tingling in her loins increased, and mumbling moans expelled from her lips with even greater intensity.
"Good slave, faithful slave. You have my permission. Release for me. Feel my pleasure."
She was right where she needed to be. She orgasmed, feeling her Mistress' love as she squirted her joy around the vibrating intruder.
End Chapter Three
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