Two months ago Batgirl and Wonder Woman vanished. Since then Supergirl has been hunting for them. But the hunt goes sour when she is captured by the same person who took them. Deprived of her powers Kara is thrust into a world of pleasure and pain where escape is impossible, freedom is a memory and her mind is slowly stolen from her. To escape she will be forced into a deal with the devil and the price will be huge. For the only escape maybe to surrender completely to her own perverted desires and betray everything she has ever known...
Part 1: The Taking of Supergirl
The last thing Kara (Supergirl) Zor-El remembered was going to sleep the night before. She had been searching for the missing Batgirl and Wonder Woman who had both vanished while hunting the sadistic Supervillian the Warhawk. Now she woke up standing in a bare room. What was worse was her powers seemed to have failed her and her hands were bound tight behind her back while a web of ropes pulled up her breasts and shoulders. They were very tight and painful and were attached to a rope hanging from the ceiling. It was just short enough so she could touch the ground on tiptoes for a brief rest but other than that had to hang there her breasts and shoulders taking all her weight as the ropes dug in. A further rope was tied in a thong pattern over her crotch rubbing on it and her legs were bound together leaving her swaying. Her nightdress was gone and in it's place was a tight latex body suit of flesh tone. It covered everything below her neck with integral soles for the feet and thumbless mitts over her hands making them little more than lumps of plastic. The suit was very strong and at least two sizes too small so it pinched very uncomfortably, painfully compressing her breasts (which were already hurting from the ropes), and compressing her chest and stomach making it a chore to breathe in and out. The suit blended with her neck closely giving her the appearance of a living Barbie doll. In addition a tight corset surrounded her waist giving her a 16 inch waist and making breathing even harder. She was trapped in a sex slaves outfit. But worse was to come.
She realised she was in the centre of circular room and around the edge were twelve sets of restraints set at the points of the clock around the room (she managed to bounce round on her rope to see this) one was empty but the next one along (a set of bondage cross) contained a shock. Wonder Woman was standing there arms tightly bound by leather straps to the cross and totally naked bar silver rings in her pussy, belly button and tits. A red ball gag was thrust in her mouth and amazingly Diana was sleeping peacefully and looking quite happy despite the fact she was violated and bound. In the next three a group of beautiful Asian women slept naked and smiling in cages meant for Dogs. In the next four were black women bound to poles, and the next two had white women wearing suits of tight leather and strapped directly to the wall. The next bay was shocking. A woman (if such a word could be used) stood there totally unrestrained but unmoving like a statue. Her body was covered by a thick suit of neophane rubber which clung so tightly to her that her breast stood out through it. Around her waist a tight corset compressed her waist to maybe 11 inches. Her arms were covered by gloves of the same type as Kara's mitts and her feet had 10 inch heels on them. O-rings hung at strategic points and short chains connected her arms to her waist ensuring she could not move them more than about a foot. Her feet were hobbled by a four inch chain ensuring she could only shuffle forward never walk and the chains were welded in place. A four inch metal posture collar surrounded her neck but that wasn't the worst. A metal plate covered her crotch. It was connected to a steel rod that ran down to the hobble chain and clearly contained the legs even further. A steel 12 inch dildo stuck out before her at erection. And her head was also covered by a leather hood which totally enclosed it cutting off all of the senses, with only two tubes at the nose and a red ponytail sticking out. The tubes connected to a pack moulded into the plastic and from which the sounds of a device forcing air in and out could be heard. The girl must have been in agony. Totally unable to see, hear, smell, taste or even touch anything outside the suit. She was a prisoner in her own body and then Kara noticed the worst. There were little bat ears pointing up on the suit and she knew that particular hair colour from long late night lesbian sex seasons. "Batgirl what have they done to you?" she cried out.
"Oh just made her a little more compliant, she would not obey so now she stays in there under the control of certain chemicals to make sure she won't get out of line again" a male mocking voice replied. Kara spun in her bonds and saw a massive man clad head to toe in black leather armour standing by Diana massaging the older woman's breast.
"What who are..." suddenly Kara found herself unable to speak. She was forced to stand there unable to do anything as the man walked over.
"The suit controls your motor functions by the way, it's how I depraved you of your powers and why you won't spoke until spoken to. I am the Warhawk and this is my harem you are here because you are to be our next recruit, soon you like these women will be mine in soul as well as body" Never thought Kara "Yes, Yes I know you plan defiance now but you have yet to realise the enormity of your situation. You can do nothing except when I order it and from now on that suit is a part of your very body." He pressed a switch on his left glove. "This is a very special plastic, when subjected to the right sonic frequencies (such as those your bodice generates) it bonds with biological material fusing anything within into your very skin. This by the way is going to hurt." He smiled wickedly.
Kara felt a sudden heat building in her chest and moving outwards. At first it was relatively pleasant warming her quite nicely but then all of a sudden... It felt like a billion irons scorching her flesh like an inferno pouring over her skin into her crotch and melting her breasts. She screamed and screamed but no sound emerged and finally she passed into merciful unconsciousness.
...
When Kara came round the heat was gone but things were still bad. She was in another room, but this time on her own. She was naked...of clothing anyway, A tight metal collar encircled her neck with metal bars extending about a foot outwards. On the end were metal cuffs into which her hands were locked keeping them held out and away from the body and preventing her moving them. The collar also had an O-ring in the centre. Around her waist was a metal belt with a chain at the back connecting it to the ceiling preventing her moving far. Not that she could. A two foot spreader bar linked her cuffed legs preventing her moving more than a few centimetres without falling over. Worse still the wall in front of her was a mirror allowing her to see these things. It was her body that shocked the most. Her skin was lighter than before an glowed with a sheen. Closing her fist she felt a familiar texture. Her whole body even her face was made of a soft textured plastic. She had been made into a living doll. Her lips were full and red, like moulded on lipstick was there. Her hair seemed normal but was done up in schoolgirl bunches. Her eyes too appeared normal but her sexual organs had altered. Her breasts were slightly larger than before with erect nipples sticking out and her pussy seemed to have closed in becoming tight and virginal. There was another mirror behind her so she could see a reflection of her reflection. Her butt was well rounded and her figure was hourglass like. Exactly (she realised) like the body glove had been giving her. Her back was totally covered by an intricate tattoo. An eleven pointed star, it was coloured red, green and blue. Around the edge each with feet pointing outwards were women naked, bound and gagged. All of them were blond and looked like her. In the centre was another woman, naked but for a collar and her entire body was wrapped in a tattoo of a hawk. It's beak pointing to her left breast and then wrapping round the body with the right wing touching her foot. The woman looked happy and she realised it was an exact representation of her body as it was. It was an intricate slaves tattoo and it meant "Supergirl property of the Warhawk". Supergirl began to weep. She had been kidnapped along with her friends, tortured, marked by that horrible thing. He had even stolen her body leaving her with a plastic parody. She was powerless and seemed to have no hope of escape.
"There, there it's not all bad" a female voice said. Kara looked up from her weeping and saw another woman standing there.
"Who are you?" she asked, and miracle it came out, at least she could talk.
"I am Chantal, I'll be your trainer," replied the other girl happily. Kara looked her over. Shorter than she was and slightly older (maybe 29 to her 27) Chantal had very light skin and blue eyes. She had very long blond hair held in place by a hair band at her head but dropping past her waist. Like Kara she was mostly naked. She wore no collar and in fact all she wore at all was a red eight inch strap-on in place of panties. Chantal appeared very pleased when Kara asked, "Trainer?".
"Yes you see I'm not a slave but the warhawks partner and I've been given you as a gift. He doesn't actually want you as a slave, only out of his hair so he decided to give you to someone who cares. Since I'm a lesbian and your notoriously straight he figured it was a justified punishment."
"Please let me go" Kara moaned softly, it was true she hated the idea of being another woman's bitch. "I'll be good I'll never fight crime again." Chantal just smiled.
"No chance SuperSlut (that's your new name by the way). In fact for your unworthy request I'm going to punish you." She pressed a switch and a bowl of water rose from the floor to waist level. Kara's eyes went wide. "Either you agree to be my bitch and my personal fuck slave or it's the water for you, SuperSlut. Give in on the other hand and I'll pleasure you with this." Chantal stroked the dildo she wore. Powerless Supergirl knew that if she was forced to put her head in the water she would be unable to breathe but there was no way she was becoming a sex slave.
"Never" she said defiantly.
"Very well" replied Chantal. "When you say the words. "I am your bitch and slave, mistress" and mean it this stops. And believe me I'll know it your lying." She grabbed Kara's hair tightly. Kara tried to resist but she was weak as a kitten. Chantal forced her downwards pushing the huge dildo into her ass. Entering where it was never meant to go it tore at the skin splitting her plastic fanny and revealing her skin which split and bled. Kara screamed a primeval roar as Chantal pulled her totally onto the cock and pain ripped through her. Once in it was less agonising but still hurt and Kara breathed heavily as she fought Chantal. the chains and the pain and lost all three battles. "Ready to give in?" Chantal asked.
"Never..." came a defiant moan once more.
"Oh well your choice" Chantal pushed her down by the neck forcing her head into the bowl. Water went into Kara's nose and open mouth and the cold water stung her eyes. She choked on the water...she couldn't breathe. It was too much. Chantal grabbed her hair and pulled her out, her hair felt like it was ripping away. She coughed up water and Chantal then asked, "Ready to give in?" Kara shook her head still shocked at this treatment. "Oh well but I will at least make sure you don't drown." She pushed a clip onto Kara's nose blocking it and sealing out any water. "Just keep your mouth shut if you want to live." She pushed her in again holding her under, for ten seconds, twenty, thirty. In her new state Kara couldn't hold her breath for long. She was going to drown. Chantal pulled her out and asked hopefully, "Mine yet?" again a shaken head, and down she went. This went on two, three, four, five. For twenty-two repetitions the rape/torture went on Kara growing weaker with each time. Finally Kara knew she wanted her life more than freedom. She summoned her strength and as she came out again she screamed,
"Yes Mistress, I'll be your fuck slave bitch!!!"
Chantal giggled Kara had broken and now the rest would be easy. She released the chain holding Kara's belt up and pulled the dildo out before letting the beaten alien slip to the floor.
Kara lay on the concrete hardly able to breathe, soaked and exhausted. Chantal bent down and released her arm and leg cuffs allowing Kara her freedom for all the use that was. Even with the collar and bars gone she couldn't even crawl anywhere. Chantal whispered in her ear. "Now that could have been so much easier couldn't it."
"Yes" moaned a beaten Kara. Chantal wasn't happy about that though and slapped her hard on the butt cheek.
"Yes what?"
"Yes mistress" Kara replied quietly. Then she felt a familiar sensation of pleasure rising in her pussy. "What why am I?" she called as she began an involuntary orgasm after her rape.
"Oh didn't they tell you. With your altered body you now get off on pain."
"Oh no!!!" screamed Kara.
"It's a bitch I know, but every time you resist or fail at your duties this is what happens, or worse. Obey though and I can show you a world of pleasure you can never imagine." Chantal got up and pressed a panel on the left wall which turned out to be a door. She reached outside and picked up, A thick grey blanket, a bottle of water and a bowl of cold oxtail soup. She wrapped the blanket round Kara's beaten body and said sweetly. "Now eat, drink and rest. You have a busy day ahead tomorrow SuperSlut." She got up, gathered the chains and exited the room (now Kara's cell) leaving the buxom blond on the floor with nothing but the blanket to cover her modesty. Famished Kara drank the soup and water. And lay down to cry herself to sleep. After a few minutes the lights went out and she was left cold wet and alone to weep and ponder the agony of her future.
...
Meanwhile Chantal sat in a control room surrounded by monitors showing her slaves. The slaves operated in shifts. Half like Kara were on personal time. For ten hours a day they either slept in their cells or if they had earned her trust had access to their privileges. Most had earned enough trust for a sleeping bad and access to a toilet. (Kara like all newbies had a bucket). Some had access to books, sex toys or even T.V. For about half a dozen things were much worse. Those who were persistently disobedient were punished at night. Two stood as Kara had ready for water torture. Two more were simply tied up, one was suspended from the ceiling. Another was mummified head to toe in saran rap. All that was visible was a pipe leading into her mouth as she was kept deprived of sense for her crimes. All were beautiful and all obeyed her will.
The other half were in special dungeons servicing clients. Chantal made money by renting out her slaves for ten hours of abuse at $6000 dollars a time. She even obtained anyone the client wanted and trained them for their use. A kidnap/training and then turning over to the client cost two million dollars, and only the richest did that. At the moment she had only two in training like that. The daughter of a rival that a Wall street CEO had paid for as much for the blackmail potential as the girl herself and a Gotham police officer named Renee Montoya whom Two-Face had paid for. Both were nearly ready and Chantal was thinking of taking more orders. For those who could not pay two million dollars there was another option. Give Chantal one-percent ($20,000) and the details and she would obtain the woman. The person who made the request was then allowed to do the slave for the regular fee. Chantal then took those and the slave fees and when the slave had turned one hundred tricks it belonged to the requester. She smiled as she looked at those victims. There was a European princess turning a female trick. Two popstars, a young schoolgirl named Dawn and more than a few unfaithful wives being remade for their husbands.
None of the women knew where they were, none knew what day it was let alone if it was morning, noon or night. Chantal watched Kara sob on the monitor and reflected that business was good. For a while she watched and fingered herself while watching Kara's pain, after about ten minutes the phone rang and she picked it up.
"Oh hello Warhawk"
"Kara yes she fine just got done raping her, I think she'll make a fine slut."
It went on like that for a while. Finally Chantal put the phone down got up and went to see to the punishment cases
To be continued...
1 Chantal ran her brothel on a twenty two hour day both to bring in more tricks per week and to confuse the victims. The other two hours were split one after each "shift" when the brothel shut for change over. None of the girls ever see the surface
Part 2: Little Superhero lost
It's said that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates the mind. For Kara Zor-El the same was holding true for being raped. The wilful heroine wanted to fight back but she was powerless and after her horrific ordeal the night before she saw that any attempt to fight her new owner would lead to her being tortured again and this time Chantal might decide to leave her in the water for good. Later Kara would never know if she slept that night, if the images playing in her mind ever became nightmares but finally tight bedraggled and beaten she huddled in the corner under the blanket and waited for what came next. It could have been an hour or a day later but finally the lights in the cell snapped back on blinding Kara who had become dark adapted by this point. As her vision cleared the living doll who had once been Supergirl saw another woman standing before her. The girl (for she was young enough to really be one) looked to be eighteen at the most she had long brown hair framing an almost elfin face with piercing brown eyes. Fairly tall she was clad in a blue leather collar and a pair of black lace panties. She spoke, "Wow the mistress was right you are a dish!" the girl smiled pleasantly. Kara was amazed by this strange woman.
"Who are you."
"Dawn slave 8921," replied the girl briskly, "and your SuperSlut, the mistress told me to clean you up and bring you to her." Dawn reached out and pulled Kara up. Then she wrapped her arms round Kara and French kissed her forcing her tongue down her throat. Smiling again Dawn pulled away and dragged the astonished Kara into the corridor.
"Wha...why?" asked a stunned Kara.
"Just wanted to see if you were any good, you know in case we work together."
"How did you end up here then" Kara hoped she might find a potential rebel but no chance.
"Oh my sister sent me to school in Italy and the mistress came by one day. She took a liking to me and kidnapped me. Next thing I new I was mummified in saran wrap in her dungeon here. The mistress turned out to be a good character judge, I guess she must have seen me playing slave to the other dorm girls while she was there." Dawn seemed very happy.
"You like being here?!"
"Oh yes it's what I always wanted to be. Don't you like it?"
"No, I don't want to be here. But if I don't obey she'll torture me again."
"Well mind you do. I want you SuperSlut and girls on special measures don't get offered around" she slapped Kara on the bum hard.
"Ow, bitch" cried Kara and slapped her in the face, but Dawn, stepped back and kicked her feet out from under her. Then she sat on her back and pulled Kara by the hair before leaning down and saying,
"We got it good here bitch, either play by the rules or I'll kill you never mind the mistress. You're at the bottom of the heap here. You might have been a high and mighty heroine once but here your just like the rest and if we complain hard enough Chantal will rape you to death. Clear?"
Kara looked up at the woman who had so easily beat her and said "Clear"
"Very good Dawn." came a voice from nearby, both girls looked and saw Chantal dressed in a severe business suit and carrying a riding coup. "Now I think Slut here should make amends for talking sedition. She has a choice either eat you out or it's back in the sink for her." Dawn looked puzzled clearly the natural sub had never faced water torture. Kara was well aware though and quickly weighted up her options.
"Yes" she said but that wasn't enough for Chantal she cracked the coup over Kara's butt and shouted.
"What do you say." Kara realised her mistake.
"Yes, mistress, I will lick out Dawn for my crime."
Dawn sat on the floor and pulled off her panties exposing her sex with a pussy ring in it. "In you go bitch." ordered Chantal as she pushed Kara's face into Dawns Sex. Dawn grabbed her head and pulled it in tight forcing her pussy flaps into her mouth. Kara terrified by this new ordeal stuck out her tongue and licked slowly across the hole. Chantal cracked the coup again on her butt. "Don't take all day" she started to crack the whip again and again, "Lick, lick, lick". Kara sped up licking and sucking as Dawn began to buck in pleasure.
"Oh, oh, your pretty oh, oh that's amazing." After less than a minute Dawn climaxed spraying pussy juice all over SuperSlut's face. Kara moved to wipe it off only to get another crack.
"Leave it Slut, Dawn take her away and change her hopefully this ordeal will have knocked the fight out of her." Chantal turned away but then stopped "Oh by the way put this on her." It was a plain black collar and leash like an oversized dogs collar. As Chantal walked away Dawn put it round Kara's neck and buckled it tightly. Kara could breathe but every breath was a small remainder it was there a symbol of enslavement. Dawn spoke.
"This is just your training collar, once you're a full slave you get one made for you. Hmm" Dawn smiled, "I think this is my old one. Now get on your hands and knees and follow me." She yanked the leash and Kara crawled off a cringing wreak once more.
...
Dawn led Kara to another room which was fitted out as a shower. She forced Kara to stand in the middle then handcuffed her hands behind her back. She picked up a hose and sprayed cold water over Kara cleaning off the cum, blood and general mess of the previous day or so. Despite being naked and violated Kara was a little happier after that since at least she was no longer covered in filth. Like her cell two walls of the room were mirrored and she was also pleased to note that the tattoo on her back had faded away. Though a smaller one had appeared on her butt of her S-Symbol covered by a chain. She guessed the suit/skin/whatever it was projected skin designs and the huge tattoo on her back had been intended as an initial humiliation. Of course even those compensations did not make up for the fact that she was powerless, another woman's slave and for the first time since she was fifteen utterly vulnerable. It also did not help that she was woefully inexperienced sexually having rarely had any encounters and was now trapped in a totally alien world. Whatever way you said it things were grim for her.
Dawn walked over and tweaked her breast causing a sharp pain there. "Ow!" yelped a shocked Kara.
"Oh SuperSlut don't worry you'll soon come to enjoy this like we do," Dawn told her, "Well that or you go mad but that's another matter."
"Bitch,"
"Don't hate me Kara I'm just the messenger. Now the mistress said to dress you and take you to her quarters." she put a finger through the O-ring on the collar and yanked hard, pulling Kara along and over to a privacy screen. "Go behind there and put on what you find." Kara complied she'd had quite enough "discipline" for the day. What she found at least covered up her private regions but even that was saying something. It consisted of a tiny red halter skirt that just came down over her privates but she knew would ride up if she moved fast. There were no panties so if she sat or bent down her asshole would be there for all to see. She did however have a suspender belt from which fishnet stockings hung. The links were very large so they really just put a rope lattice over her legs. She then put on high heeled shoes with six inch points that made walking hard. Finally there was a short t-shirt top many sizes to small that just had enough material to hang over her impressive bust to cover the nipples but left them poking forward and clearly visible for all to see. The top had a copy of her icon on it and when she stepped out she almost cried. She was a parody of herself, she looked like a hooker it wasn't an outfit for a Supergirl but a Superwhore. She was nothing she realised just another whore. (This of course was part of Chantal's plan to break her sprit as she had her body).
Dawn smiled when she saw Kara's humiliation but then became all business. Grabbing her by the leash she pulled Kara along ignoring all questions. Finally they came to another door and Kara was shoved inside. She found herself in a room bare but for a mattress and facing Chantal. "Ah SuperSlut so good of you to join us." the other woman purred, "Now it's time for a bit of Exposition."
"Huh?"
"God's you superbimbo's really are as stupid as they say. It's like the bit in the detective movie where the detective explains how the crime was done. Any way to begin.
"You are here Kara Zor-El because you inconvenienced a friend of mine. That being of course the Warhawk who you met. Irony is you were safe until you went for him. He has no desire to enslave little blonde innocent co-eds. He prefers them with fire like your friends."
"Oh by the way he finally broke Batgirl to his will. He sent me a video which I think you'll like." Kara stared stunned as Chantal picked up a remote and pressed some buttons. A T.V slid out of the ceiling and switched on. It showed the place Kara had originally woke up in. As before women surrounded the walls but this time all of them including Wonder Woman stood at attention watching the centre of the room. Batgirl knelt on the floor still clad in her fiendish uniform but the hood had been removed revealing a beaten woman. Apart from her pony tail her hair was stubble. Her eyes darted around and she barely seemed able to see after so long blind. And a nose ring marred her. Connected to this were two silver chains which connected to her pierced nipples (Which had been cut free). The length of the chains ensured that no way could Barbara raise her head above bowed without intense pain. The Warhawk stood before her and asked.
"Well do you submit now Batcunt?"
Bowed tears streaming from her eyes Barbara replied, "Yes master, I am yours."
"The---" Chantal turned off the video at that point. Oh Barbara thought Kara sadly. Chantal spoke.
"Don't worry the rest is her giving him an oral while trying to keep still enough to avoid ripping her nose off. It's really funny.
"Back to the point though. Warhawk didn't want you but wanted you off his back so he took away your powers made you a bit more compliant and gave you to me to have. The rules are simple be a good little slave like Dawn. Earn your keep, Obey me and those who rent you out and you will be rewarded. Disobey and I punish you. Disobey enough and you'll be the next one in that suit! Clear!"
Kara realised she was totally out of options she had to obey for the sake of her life. "Yes" she said simply, not meaning a word of it.
"Well I don't think you mean it. But no matter actually you don't have to obey at all. When that stuff infected you it carried with it a copy of a new personality. One a little more worthy of the name SuperSlut. Now at the moment it's only active when I give the code word to you but in time it will supplant your true self and you'll be much better for it." She laughed. Outraged Kara charged at her fists raise but she found she was weak as a kitten. Her punches like feathers. Almost lazily Chantal said.
"Supergirl does Dallas." Instantly Kara stopped and realised this is my owner I don't hurt her. She said on the bed and beamed at Chantal as her hand absentmindedly played with her superhuman pussy. "Much better hey Kara."
A bemused Kara said "Whose Kara? I'm SuperSlut" before resuming play.
"Very good now strip, stand up and be ready to do the two men who come through the door doggie style." Kara knew what to do and in no time at all she was naked but for her collar kneeling on the bed. After a minute Chantal left and two Black men walked in naked. They simply walked over to Kara and one said.
"Do us bitch" Kara went to work one was in front so she wrapped her mouth in his giant member while the other got down behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy. Suddenly the pussy guy said,
"Holy man she's a fucking virgin."
"Really"
"Yeah her ass is violated and she's been whipped but she's still in flower."
"I wanna take her."
"Fuck you man you did the last virgin we raped in Detroit."
"Yeah alright. Suck bitch." the last was to Kara who set to work massaging his cock with her tongue and lips. She quickly became engrossed in her lovely work so much so she was shocked by the pain when the other one deflowered her in a shower of blood and squealed. Quickly she forced the oral guy to climax and began licking him clean as the ass man pumped her harder and harder. She felt something amazing rising in her as pleasure soared though her. It was amazing as a wave of something magnificent went through her it was the best feeling ever. She fell onto the bed exhausted and the oral man said.
"Hot damn your good, but no stamina yet, come on Terry let's go get us another." Terry must have agreed because they left rapidly after that. SuperSlut lay there exhausted and remembering. She waited for Chantal to return but she did not.
Slowly as she lay there her mind returned to normal and happiness turned to revulsion. She screamed loudly "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"Oh no, no anything but that no..." she began to weep raped for a third time and no longer even mistress of her own mind. She knew she would never be free all it took were three words to make her Chantal's bitch.
"And the worst part is you enjoyed it" a voice said Kara opened her eyes and saw herself wearing her slave costume.
"What I must be mad!"
"No I'm SuperSlut talking to you. You enjoyed it that was you moaning happily I just pulled your strings you know I'm right." Kara just stared as she realised what that meant.
"But that would mean I'm just a dirty whore. That I want this. I'm not I can't be!"
"My aren't we testy. I'll leave you to think. When you finally get over your denial. We'll be one again but until then, I'm gonna enjoy this." She vanished, leaving Kara crying on the floor covered in drying cum.
...
In her control room Chantal smiled all was going according to plan. She smiled wickedly and pushed Dawn further into her pussy which she was fucking. Life was good.
To be continued...
Part 3: The Final Fall of Supergirl
A few weeks past yet they might have well been eternity for Kara. She never left her cell but was kept in darkness except for sessions of abuse. Everyday Chantal would come and torture her. One day it would be the water, another she was tied to a metal cot and electrocuted, another she was forced to act as a human pony. All through this her extra persona SuperSlut would taunt her and even sleep was no release because SuperSlut would abuse her in her dreams. Despite her disgust her only release was through Orgasm at least the burning waves of pleasure allowed her a short respite from the pain and suffering. In fact she found herself prepared to do more and more extreme things when Orgasm was withheld from her. In spite of herself she was losing herself going from proud heroine to mindless slut. And then came the worst indignity yet... The lights snapped on and in spite of the pain of suddenly going from darkness to full day Kara quickly scrambled into the position of submission. On her knees she bent forward so her face was kissing the cold concrete, with her arms crossed behind her back and her butt thrust in the air. In spite of herself Kara instinctively did this because the consequences if she did not were horrible. Chantal walked in and clapped her hands, "Very good SuperSlut, you may eat." She tossed down a bottle of cold soup which Kara drunk in a few gulps. It wasn't very nice but it took the edge off the hunger for a few hours. "Stand up." Kara did so, "Follow me". Kara followed quickly happy to finally leave the room. After a short walk they came to a room with a barbers chair in it, perfectly normal apart from the straps for holding the person down. Kara sat in it fearful for some new horror but instead, "You need a hair cut SuperSlut. So you get one" Kara wasn't so unhappy about that and obeyed as Chantal strapped her down, tightly. Straps at wrists elbows and shoulders stopped all arm movement. More straps did the same for her legs. Then further straps went round her neck, above and below her bust and at her waist. Kara was naked but for her collar (her outfit wreaked in a session had yet to be replaced) and therefore was now totally vulnerable. Yet she got a thrill through her at being trapped and even more so when she looked down and saw the gap in the seat giving access to her privates. She moaned silently to herself as she realised just how twisted she had become and the fact that she seemed to have developed a fetish about being vulnerable. Hah, soon enough we'll have you called SuperSlut to her. SHUT UP! she thought back, I'm a rape victim getting off on it and trapped at the mercy of a sadist I don't need you here as well. Fuck off!!!
You like being fucked don't you like with the horse size dildo yesterday.
"SHUT UP!!" She screamed out loud.
"My SuperSlut talking to your self again?" asked Chantal, "Well lets stop that, open wide." She had a red ball gag in her hand and wanted Kara to accept it in her mouth. A little of the old Kara surfaced though and she kept her mouth shut. That was until Chantal applied a riding coup to her right breast. Kara Screamed and Chantal ruthlessly grabbed her mouth and forced the gag inside, buckling it tight. "Much better" noted Chantal as the screams became muffled moans. She then held up a remote and pushed a few buttons on it. Suddenly Kara's hair melted away leaving her totally bald and Kara realised it was a remote for her. "I grow bored of your defiance so I've decided to go for the hi-tech quick method of breaking you. As of now you obey the remote" Kara tried to scream but no sound came her vocal cords were switched off. "Stand up," unable to stop Kara did so.
"I've decided that until you are more properly trained you will be more use as a display model in one of my sex shops. After all you are a living manikin, so now you're a model." No!!! Kara screamed but nothing happened of course. Chantal pressed a button and Kara's arms snapped to her sided leaving her naked at attention. "And now manikin mode is on. Until I turn it off you control your eyes but no more. Now to dress you up." Unable to do anything but stare Kara was forced to watch as her hair grew back but this time only as a ponytail at the back. Next came the clothes. First came a tiny leather g-string in blue, next long thigh high boots also blue and spiky. Next a tight bodice compressing her waist. It would have made breathing hard but to Kara's shock she didn't need to. Next an arm binder laced up tight to her shoulders and compressing her arms tightly and painfully. A leather bikini was added and then finally a tight blue hood was used to cover her face leaving only tiny slits for her eyes and a gap for her mouth and nose. The gag stayed. Standing there she looked like the ultimate submissive, any dominants dream girl.
As Kara could only watch, Chantal picked up her body which was light as plastic and took her to a stand. She was then felt her right foot being pushed onto a pole which formed part of the stand. Kara tried to cry but even that no longer worked as she realised she was now totally inhuman. Kara wanted to die but she couldn't stave, or choke or do anything to kill herself anymore. In fact this was death a living death of a soul trapped in a broken body. Chantal grabbed her torso and bent it backwards until she was nearly horizontal to her legs. Next she moved Kara's arms so the tip of the binder was on her big butt pushing down on it. She then lifted her left leg high in the air so it was doing a dancing kick. Finally she turned Kara's head sideways to the right and took out her gag. Pushing up her lips she formed a smile so Kara the doll looked like she was dancing erotically for a master. Finally Chantal spoke. "Oh and since you failed slave training I deleted SuperSlut as she was no longer needed." Kara wanted to scream again Nothing was left now she was trapped and no one would ever know...
...
Later Chantal put her in a crate and shipped her to the store. Kara would never know how long she was in that box but she was finally taken out and placed in a store window overlooking a sidewalk. She was stuck standing there as people walked by and leered none the wiser she was a person. As the sun beat down Kara looked around desperately trying to attract attention, but no one noticed. Then she looked across the sidewalk at another sex shop. The display there was different. A fantasy dominatrix stood there. She wore red boots with lots of spikes sticking out and running up to her waist. Then there was a pair of red panties and a buster bra. Her arms were covered by a set of red gloves again covered in spikes and a mask covered her face forehead to nose. She wore a red hooded cape and carried a riding coup. Before her knelt a male figure in medieval clothes worshipping her foot. A sign said "Red Riding Hood, The revenge, $146.99. Kara found the exploitation of an innocent children's fable shocking but at least looking took her mind off her predicament. Then she noticed the eyes they moved and looked at her and she knew the face, No Mary not you as well! For it was Mary Marvel standing there and Kara knew that for that sweet innocent introvert this was the ultimate torture being portrayed as sexual. Mary looked at her and realisation dawned in those eyes. Both saw the fall of the other and both stared as the sun set...
...
Kara slowly lost count of the time passing as she stood there. Only contact with Mary let her hold onto some semblance of reality and day after day they just stared. Kara imagined fantasies of her flying across and sweeping Mary out of there. Help though came from an unexpected source...
...
One day perhaps five weeks after the girls first saw each other Selina Kyle aka Catwoman came along the road. She was looking for something and when she saw the girls she smiled. Kara realised she was looking for them. Kara suddenly felt hope maybe someone was here to save them. Suddenly Selina pulled on a gas mask and dropped something. There was a flash and the whole street felt down knocked out. Next Selina pulled out something and switched it on. Kara's skin caught fire like the first time and she fell to the floor burning, boiling in pain as The Plastic began to flow off her. She passed out...
...
Slowly Kara woke up to find herself laying on a king size bed in a mansion. And she could move. Her body was normal, her hair was back and someone had removed the binder thought she still wore the rest of her outfit. "Oh thank you Selina, thank you." moaned Kara slowly as she yanked off the hood. She would do anything to repay her anything. She had been facing the edge of the bed and now she rolled over happily and knocked something. It was Mary still in her outfit but moving as well. Mary moaned and sat up, she turned and looked in shock.
"Kara?, what, where, how."
"Catwoman freed us, she saved us when no one else would. It's so good to move to feel again at last." Suddenly Mary grabbed her and pulled her close.
"Yes must feel as much as possible." moaned Mary who kissed her full on. Kara returned it pushing Mary's hood down. Suddenly the two girls were scrambling at each other. Mary undid Kara's bra as Kara undid the cape and reached in behind for Mary's bras clip. Topless the two girls massaged each others breasts as they kissed again. Slowly Kara moved her arm down and pushed Mary's panties aside pushing her fingers into Mary's hole. The other girl squirmed and moaned "Oh Kara" as Kara started to play down there. Mary replied in kind and the two heroines finger fucked each other slowly coming to climax. When Kara's came it was massive and honey poured from her pussy as all her fantasies about Mary for so long finally came to a head.
Afterwards they lay beside each other panting and tired. So much so that both totally failed to notice the arrival of Catwoman. Clad in a tightly laced leather Catsuit and mask Selina was the picture of wickedness as she looked upon the girls. "Well you two seem to have got reacquainted quickly" she noted. Kara looked up and saw her rescuer. She knew Catwoman's rep knew she was as bad a domme as Chantal but right now she would do anything for her.
"Selina how can we ever thank you. You saved us from a horrible fate."
"What she said." added Mary sitting up. Selina smiled.
"Yes I did, didn't I. But I only want two things. The two of you."
"I don't understand."
"I saved you and you must repay me. You're my slave girls now."
Of old Kara would be appalled but after the deadness of her time in the window she knew one thing she had to have experiences. She knew that as a slave she would be fucked often, and used and made to do things but in turn that would be far better than the window. She gave in to her needs. "Yes I'm yours mistress."
Beside her Mary added "And so am I." Selina smiled at her two new girls.
"You are so lovely you two. Today your old lives end. As such you need new names. Mary you are now Sarah. Kara from now on you are Tanya." Kara/Tanya nodded. Tanya was the name Patty Hearst had assumed when she became part of the Symbionese Liberation army after being broken just as Kara had. Kara knew now her old life was over. And Kara was gone. There was only Tanya...
Part 4: Revenge is sweet
Six Months later. The mistress rang her bell and Tanya looked up from the pile of dishes she had been washing in the sink. The former Supergirl was totally naked but for a white lace apron and yet showed no shame as she straightened and pushed the button on an intercom. After so long trapped under the plastic she could no longer bare to wear clothes anyway. Tanya was now a very different beast from Kara. Her blonde hair was now a short butch cut while gold rings pierced her nose, breasts and pussy, it would be hard to recognise her as Supergirl. She spoke quietly into the grill. "Yes my mistress." Selina's voice came back.
"Bring me a coffee Tanya."
"Yes mistress." Tanya turned and blurred. She raced round the kitchen putting Selina's drink together her powers restored. Yet so long after her capture and all that had past since she had no desire for escape. She had come to love Selina who had risked so much to save her and would never betray her for another. She caught a glimpses of Sarah outside weeding the garden before placing the coffee on a tray and walking at a normal pace to Selina's day room. Selina lay on a sofa by the fire naked but for the smallest of thongs. Beside her sat another slave a young Asian girl named Cassandra. Mute Cassandra wore only a kimono open at front to show her bust. She had a plate in front of her and slowly peeled another grape which she fed to Selina. Tanya made herself known. "Your coffee Mistress." She gently placed it on the side.
"Very good Tanya. Has Sarah finished outside." Tanya looked out with her X-ray vision.
"Yes Mistress."
"Then you may have an hour together before dinner."
"Yes Mistress." Replied a happy Tanya.
"Dismissed" Tanya went to find Sarah. She found the former Mary Marvel washing her hands at the sink. She too wore little clad only in a pair of denim hot pants. As Tanya came in she turned and wrapped her arms round her. The two kissed then Tanya spoke.
"Mistress Selina says we may have an hour before dinner."
"Good" replied Sarah and the two went off to play.
...
Later they came down for dinner which tonight was to be a party for Selina's friends. Both wore sexual outfits. Tanya wore a pair of blue panties. Schoolgirl like buckled shoes with short socks and a chocker collar with a silk white rose on it. Sarah wore the same but with red panties and a red rose. Cassandra wasn't trained for this and had been sent to turn tricks at a brothel where the three normally worked five days a week. The guests arrived, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Both bought gifts. Harley a beautiful Persian Cat and Ivy? Ivy bought Dawn Tanya's tormenter from her SuperSlut days. Dawn was clad in a blue jumpsuit, gagged and bound. Tanya wondered how she had got here but Ivy explained. "I captured one of Chantal's girls like you asked, Selina. Now you can find that bitch and run her out of business. As long as she's around she hurts all of us." Selina beamed.
"Oh well done Ivy. But I don't think I'll be interrogating her. I think Tanya would like that honour."
"Your slave why?"
"Don't you recognise her. Before Chantal took her she was Supergirl."
Both women stared "You, yes you are Supergirl, and you your Mary Marvel."
Tanya spoke, "No my ladies I am Tanya, Supergirl died at the hands of Chantal and Dawn there. Selina remade me out of the ashes."
Ivy and Harley seemed to understand, and Selina spoke again. "I'm sure you have a few issues to settle with this one then."
Tanya smiled wickedly, "Oh yes mistress."
"Then get on with it. I'm sure Sarah can do for all of us for this once." Tanya grabbed Dawn and dragged her towards Selina's dungeon. This was going to be fun.
...
Selina's dungeon was exactly what it sounded like. It was a large room deep in the basement of Selina's country house where she would punish her slaves or reward them as she saw fit. Arrayed throughout were a selection of nefarious tools for bondage, torture and pleasure. Tanya walked in with Dawn slung over her back and hardly feeling the weight event though the younger woman was trying to squirm free. Bound women though are no match for superpowers and Tanya suddenly moved with blinding speed, slamming Dawn onto a bondage cross, untying her bonds, attaching chains at her wrists and ankles, locking a restraint round her waist and striping her naked. Finally she removed the gag and a shocked Dawn found herself naked bound and suddenly alone in less than 2 seconds. She was alone because Tanya had slipped into a room next door and was rapidly scanning racks of fetish clothing present there, "No, no, too covering, too small, too normal, ah ha!" Tanya pulled out a blue leather Catsuit with red highlights and which was relatively similar to her old Supergirl outfit. "Appropriate I think." she smiled and in a flash was dressed in her outfit.
Dawn was again startled as Tanya reappeared in front of her and as she finally realised who "Tanya" was. "YOU!". Tanya was puzzled for a moment but then realised all Dawn had ever seen was the caricatured plastic doll she had been made into. Dawn had never seen the "Real" Supergirl and so until she saw her wearing the Supergirl like outfit hadn't seen through the subtle differences. Now she definatly knew who she was. "But you were sold to a sex shop, how can you be free?"
"I'm not Dawn. Catwoman saved me and became my new mistress."
"But if you were freed why stay?"
"Because I owed her for saving me and anyway..." she leaned close to Dawn, "I love her and she loves me. I stay because she rules my world. You see she understands to truly own a slave they must love you. She might punish me from time to time but I know she does it to correct me not because she just enjoys it like Chantal or like you!"
"Erm, look I had to rape you Chantal told me to do it."
"Oh you don't win that easily I know all about you. Selina checked up, you work for her, no one owns you. In other words you had a choice. I was forced into this world you didn't have to be. Now it's payback time. I want the location of Chantal's base or you will regret it."
"I'll never betray her to a slut like you!"
Tanya sighed and walked over to a table.. "Why did I know you were going to say that. I know you like giving it I wonder if you can take pain? Let's find out" She picked up a tit chain with a pair of wicked looking clamps on it. She slipped them over Dawn's nipples and began to tighten the clamps.
"Ow" snapped Dawn.
"Don't moan yet it's just beginning." After a few moments the clamps had compressed Dawn's nipples to tiny red flat things, and Dawn was red faced clearly biting back the pain. Tanya smiled "Well that's a start." Next she picked up a long metal tube with a rounded end Down the other end were a set of cuffs for either leg. It's purpose was fairly easy to guess. Dawn's eyes really went wide at that. This time Tanya moved fast. In a micro-second Dawns legs were off the cross and bound to the tube. And the other end was rammed deep into her pussy and womb. Far to big and wobbling every time Dawn kicked her legs it's alien presence suddenly caused her massive pain. Dawn promptly screamed with all her might. "Ready to talk?"
"Never you bitch." Tanya danced in close and kissed Dawn on the mouth playfully. Stupidly Dawn kicked out and regretted it when it rammed the pole into one side of her pussy causing intense pain. She fell limp in her chains letting her knees bend and ramming the pole in further forcing her to straighten rapidly. "Ah fuck, fuck you, you, you. Fuck." Tanya walked round the pained teen and then spoke.
"O.K this is as simple as it is painful. Oh and by the way there's another thing Chantal's useless at, it's the simplest ideas that work best. Anyway, you can't break the chains, you can't remove the shaft and if you relax from your current position or try to move in anyway that item in there will teach you the error of that mistake. After an hour or so I figure you will beg to tell me everything. I'll be over here when your ready."
Tanya walked over to a chair and sat down. Then she thought for a second and slipped next door into Selina's "Library" fishing out the latest issue of Hot lesbian slaves monthly. She settled down undid her suit and started to read. After a few minutes she began to finger herself as she fantasised about some of the things she saw. She just had to suggest some of the things in there to Selina. Time rolled on broken only be the occasional yelp by the trapped Dawn. After about 45 minutes Tanya was on her sixth orgasm when finally Dawn screamed. "ALL RIGHT ALREADY, I GIVE IN!"
Tanya slunk over and asked "What did you say"
"I give up, I'll do anything just get this thing out of me." Dawn repeated weeping.
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"If I let you down will you give all the information and swear to be Selina's slave forever more?"
Desperate Dawn replied slowly "Yes I Will be a slave". Tanya smiled and cut the other girl down. She removed the tube revealing a tortured expanded asshole. Finally able to rest Dawn lay panting on the floor. After about a minute Tanya grabbed the other girl and forced her into a copy of her party outfit before putting her own back on. She forced the girl to walk with her back towards the dinning room. As they went she whispered.
"As of now you are a slave of Mistress Selina, you will obey her every command. Otherwise you go back on that device I made and this time you stay there till you die of exhaustion. Clear?" she added hissing.
Quietly Dawn replied "Yes Tanya." Tanya noted that the methods used on her worked for Dawn as well. Give her a taste of what happens when she disobeys and the fear did the rest. And sooner or later she'd adapt to her new situation and accept it. They walked in to find the three Supervillian's on their dessert course. Tanya pushed Dawn to her knees and then spoke.
"My ladies Dawn here has something to say." She kicked the younger girl. Slowly (aided by a few more kicks) Dawn spoke.
"I submit as Slave... to mistress Selina... and I will help to betray...to betray my former boss Chantal...and do what ever Selina desires of me." Selina smiled then removed the dress she wore. She turned to the others.
"Get undressed dears time for Dawn to earn her keep. After a few moments the three villains were naked. "Fuck us all dear." (Or else hissed Tanya). Slowly fearfully Dawn went to work on Selina. Ivy then turned to Tanya and said,
"Hey Tanya come here you deserve a reward." Tanya walked over. "Lay down and lose the panties," Tanya did so, Ivy then leaned over her naked green pussy over her face and her flame haired head over Tanya's privates. Tanya knew what to do and grabbed Ivy's legs pulling herself into the other woman's ass where she began to lick and suck on her tender green cunt. At the other end Ivy waited about a minute and then as she screamed in orgasm slowly lent forwards and kissed Tanya's beautiful pussy. She rolled off on the floor and Tanya wondered what reward meant. As a slave she accepted she had been had and turned to look at Dawn humiliated and now on to Harley's pussy. As she watched she swallowed the juices she had taken from Ivy and something happened. It was the strangest feeling, a heat rising throughout her as her extremities began to tingle. And then a crashing amazing sensation as pleasure surged not just through her privates but her everything. Her whole body racked by orgasm as she screamed and rose into the air. She went blind as the pleasure poured on and on and on and on...
The next thing she knew she was sprawled on the floor weak yet still basking in the glow from the well she didn't have a name for it. She slowly sat up and pushed a lock of sweat stained hair out of her eyes before looking to where Ivy was now being done by Dawn, (who Tanya noted had a gag on with a giant penis sticking out rather than using her mouth. As Dawn finished she looked at Tanya who asked. "Holy fuck mistress Ivy what was that."
"What happens to anyone who fucks me, my dear, that's why Dawn did me with a dildo she doesn't deserve that but you did. That juice you swallowed is altering your bio-chemistry so now instead of regular orgasm you have total orgasms the like very few ever have."
"Oh thank you Ivy." Tanya lent in and kissed her. Suddenly Tanya was pulled to her feet by Selina who French kissed her. "No thank you Tanya, you and Sarah are the best slaves I have ever had. In fact this dinner party was also Ivy could reward you for me." She turned to Sarah, "As soon as Ivy's ready you get that as well, my dear but you may have to wait an hour." Sarah smiled happily. Selina turned back to Tanya. "I have to get the info from Dawn before I end this but you should go to bed now. Trust me you'll regret it if you don't." Tanya realised Selina had the same power and that the first few probably took a lot out of you. She didn't have to be told twice but went upstairs to her and Sarah's room. She showered quickly and then fell into bed naked. Within a second she was in a deep sleep and when Sarah came up later she could not be roused.
Part 5: Epilogue
Two days later Tanya and Sarah were engaged in torturing Dawn (Who Selina had given to then as a plaything) when they were summoned to Selina's office. Though naked they raced there in two seconds flat to find Selina conferring with Ivy and Harley. "What is your bidding mistress?" Asked Tanya. "Get into battle outfits we leave for Chantal's brothel in twenty minutes."
"Yes mistress." In a second Tanya was clad in a jet black body suit that emphasised her impressive bust yet did not impede movement while Sarah simply said "Shazam" and powered up. Instead of her old White outfit though she now wore a pair of black hot pants and a black t-shirt with a lightning bolt cut in it to show off her flesh. She rounded off with a pair of fetish boots. "We are ready now" Tanya said.
"Then let's go."
...
They flew across country from Gotham (where Selina lived) to Nevada in her executive jet (stolen). Though both Tanya and Sarah could fly of course neither had ever quite recovered full power after the Plastic was removed so a jet was useful to them. Tanya's solar store was still depleted so it would be months before she could fly cross country and Sarah had been stripped of much of her power for her surrender (though the wizard could not take it all back). Once over the location (a patch of bare desert) the two jumped out of the plane and entered the brothel by the simple expedience of crashing through the roof. Tanya landed in a empty cell and proceeded to exit through the wall. There she found a girl tied up with a man raping her. Her ordeal had totally changed Tanya to a lesbian who hated male sex so the man quickly got his head kicked in. She untied the women then moved on. For the next ten minutes she moved through the complex beating up staff and breaking out the kidnapped women. This was the plan since the sheer number of slaves were swamping the market. Selina wanted them gone so that the old system where a few dozen girls served the richest clients was put back. 212 girls just depressed the market since there were only so many rich men and women who wanted this kind of sex. Anyway sooner or later it had to happen. All the rooms were sound proofed so she finally walked in on Chantal just as she was drowning a girl. Seconds later Chantal was on the floor and the girl was free of her bonds. Tanya spoke "Clear out girl you don't want to see this" The girl fled still terrified. Chantal looked up in a blur of pain, (Tanya had bashed her skull hard on the floor).
"Who?"
"Don't you remember us." a voice came from nearby as Sarah walked in.
"SuperSlut, Mary oral?"
Tanya looked at Sarah, "Mary Oral?"
"Not very good at making up names is she."
"But I left you trapped."
"Blame Catwoman she freed us and now we serve her."
"You broke, but I spent weeks trying to make you my bitches."
"Actually it's more accurate to say we turned Catwoman showed us the true nature of loving enslavement rather than your rapist mentality. We want to serve her that was never true of you."
"Why are you here revenge?"
"We obey our mistresses will not our desires but that isn't to say I won't enjoy this.
Chantal Robinson by order of the Secret Society of Supervillian's and The Owners club you are sentenced to enslavement for your crimes."
"No!"
"Yes, lets go Sarah."
...
Months later Tanya had her head in Selina's pussy, finishing giving her an orgasm. Tanya stood and wiped the juices off her lips with her tongue. She then walked off to her bedroom to change for dinner. It was even nicer than it used to be. Her bed a four poster now had two big statues of women standing at the corners. Both were shown chained to the bed posts in positions of ecstasy. Both had fabric blind folds over their eyes covering up a simple fact. For when she removed them two pairs of eyes darted around looking at her sadly. She picked up a remote off her bedside table and pressed a button. The statues came to life and stepped down standing at attention. "Clean me" she commanded. The two women walked ahead to draw a bath still smiling. And no one could hear the silent screams of Chantal and Dawn trapped forever in a fate worse than death. Tanya smiled life was good...
THE END