Supergirl: How to tame your superheroine sex slave

There were two loud bangs on the streets of the central city, and huge clouds of smoke and dust rose into the air. The toy master, the super villain, had made another bomb doll!

Supergirl flew into the smoke, her sharp blue eyes unobstructed by the smoke. In a few breaths, she freed the officers trapped in the police car and gently lowered them.

Kara immediately flew up high, and her eyes quickly locked on the guy who was fleeing in the chaos —— Toy Master. This guy's firepower today was so excessive that it actually hurt innocent people!

She squinted her eyes, and a chilling red light flashed in the depths of her eye sockets. In the next second, a hot line shot out of her eye sockets, aiming straight at the master's calf!

"Ah ——!" The toy master let out a heart-wrenching scream as his hot line hit his right leg with pinpoint accuracy. The heat instantly scorched his wound, and not a drop of blood spurted out. He fell heavily to the ground, and the excruciating pain temporarily robbed him of the ability to fight back.

Kara gracefully landed beside the Toy Master, looking down at his disheveled state. Her deep blue tight-fitting battle suit tightly encased her sensual curves, with her full and prominent breasts almost visible. Her slender yet strong waist and long, elegant legs, accentuated by the tight pants, were incredibly alluring.

She raised her swan neck, and her golden hair fell like a waterfall. Her blue eyes sparkled with confidence, as if she were the king of all. Kara turned her head slightly to reveal her long, white neck, and her delicate chin lines were cut like a knife.

Her long legs were slightly bent, and her feet were clad in a pair of red pointed leather boots. The reflection of the leather outlined a sexy shadow on her strong feet. She stood there in the air, radiating an unmatched aura and captivating charm.

Several officers quickly arrived at the scene, and they quickly took control of the situation, treating the injured and clearing the scene. The sheriff himself came, he respectfully thanked Kara, and then approached to handcuff the disheveled toy master.

Karajust nodded and paid little attention to the sheriff's compliment. After all, dealing with such a small role was just a daily routine for her. She turned and prepared to leave.

Alex's voice came through the headset: "Kara, don't forget to come to mom's house for dinner tonight. There's a new neighbor on the farm, and mom wants to invite him to dinner too. But you need to hurry, or you'll be late!" Khalil stretched and yawned. "I know."

She looked up at the setting sun and knew she had to leave. So she took off and sped toward the farm.

Kara returned to the detached log cabin in the suburbs. In the living room on the first floor, her mother, Alex and the new neighbor were having dinner together.

Kara flew straight in through the window of her bedroom on the second floor and, upon landing, glanced hastily at the clock on the wall. She knew she was late and sighed.

She quickly took off her tight Supergirl uniform and tossed it carelessly into a corner of the room. Kara picked up a loose home outfit, slipped it on, tied a high ponytail, and put on her glasses to cover her bright blue eyes. She adjusted the buttons at the neckline before stepping out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Kara came downstairs to the restaurant, and her mother grumbled a few complaints, while Alex gave her an expression of helplessness.

She walked straight to her seat at the table and smiled at the new neighbor. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kara."

The other was a strong white man with calloused hands, the look of a man who had been farming for years. Typical redneck images were common in this area.

After a polite greeting, Kara picked up her cutlery and began to eat. She was so hungry from fighting crime that she had no time for other matters.

During the meal, they chatted about their families and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. James glanced at Kara and Alex from time to time, as if he was confirming something.

Kara had super vision and could see through the man's intentions at a glance, but she didn't care. Who would dare to think of them would only invite trouble for themselves.

During the meal, James drank some wine and looked a little drunk. Seeing this, Kara's mother decided to let Alex drive James home after dinner.

However, Kara uses her powers to spy on James's condition. She discovers that the man is not drunk at all, but is just creating opportunities for her and Alex alone to achieve some undisclosed purpose.

Instead of exposing the other's trick, Kara took the initiative to take over the task of sending off the guests. She wanted to see what this new neighbor was up to, and if he was really malicious, she would never tolerate it as Supergirl!

Kara looked at Alex with a mischievous smile. "Let me take Mr.James home, I promise to get him there safely."

Alex was taken aback, as if he sensed something unusual about his sister, but he nodded. "All right, be careful."

Kara stood up and bowed gracefully to everyone. "Thank you for your hospitality, bye," she said, and followed James out the door.

Outside, it was dark. Kara looked in James's direction with a playful smile on her lips. It was going to be an interesting night.

Kara drove slowly to James's farm. All the way, she kept an eye on James's condition, and finally, when they reached their destination, James suddenly attacked, pounced from the back seat, and grabbed Kara's throat with his arms. However, as an ordinary human, he was no match for the woman with superpowers. Kara struggled only a few times before she easily broke free.

Looking at the disheveled man in front of her, Kara smiled faintly. She calmly unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and walked to the back seat, where she grabbed James.

"You seem to have chosen the wrong target, James," Kara said, lifting James with one hand and gently stroking her slender, white neck. "I'm not just any girl. I'm Supergirl."

Kara's eyes turned cold and she said, "But now that you know who I am, there's no room for a living."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kara lifted James and carried him hundreds of meters into the air.

James was held in mid-air by Kara, so terrified that he couldn't even look down at the ground. "I... I am guilty, Kara... no, Ms. Supergirl! There are other victims who are being held on my farm! Please spare my life; I will serve you!"

Kara lowered her head and used her super vision to scan James's farm. Soon, she found some lead-containing buildings on the farm that were blocking her vision. It seemed that the victims were indeed locked up there.

Although it was not possible to determine the exact location and condition of the victims, this did not prevent her from rescuing them first. Moreover, there was no delay in dealing with James once all the victims had been rescued.

Kara slowly landed, slowly put down the James in his hands, and said coldly, "Very well, now take me to find those victims."

James's legs trembled as he was dropped, and it took him a long time to get his feet under him. Kara stood behind him, her eyes flashing with impatience.

James nervously took out his key and opened the door. Kara followed him into the room with a casual air, not even raising an eyebrow, and even boredly counting on her fingers.

Just as she stepped into the living room, the surroundings suddenly changed —— green light came from all directions and instantly covered her entire vision. Kara screamed and fell to the cold floor.

"The Green Kryptonite light... It seems you've been well prepared." Kara gritted her teeth and struggled to sit up again. Although the cheap kryptonite light posed little threat to her, it was enough to make her feel a burning pain.

"But you clearly underestimate me," Kara squinted her eyes and prepared to use her thermal vision.

In those two seconds, James had quickly pulled a gun from a nearby drawer. He fired several shots at close range, and while the bullets didn't penetrate Kara's skin, they did some damage. Kara clutched her wound in pain and fell to her knees.

Seeing the pistol work, James didn't hesitate to continue shooting at Kara, firing all the bullets in his magazine. Although the bullets couldn't penetrate Kara's Kryptonian skin, the heroine, whose light was greatly weakened by the kryptonian light, still felt as if she had been hit several times with heavy punches, and the pain was unbearable.

James was about to change the magazine when he found Kara standing up unsteadily. She stared at the door a few meters away, and getting out of it would be easy for her to clean up an ordinary person.

James immediately pressed another switch on the remote control in his pocket, and white smoke began to rise from the corners of the room. Meanwhile, he had taken off the gas mask he had prepared from the wall and put it on his face, and then rushed toward the tottering Kara.

"Take more, these drugged drugs were meant for Wonder Woman. They're more than enough to take care of you, who's been weakened by the kryptonite." James said, holding on to Kara's slender waist.

Kara's strength was waning, and she struggled to drag James away, but the drug kept her inhaled made her body heavier and heavier. Finally, just a few steps from the door, she blacked out and lost consciousness completely.

Kara struggled to regain some consciousness, her head throbbing and her body aching like it was falling apart. Worse still, a burning pain from the clitoris made her want to reach out and touch it, but her arms were tied tightly to her back. She could guess that James must have embedded a krypton ring in that area. Because she didn't feel the same pain anywhere else except her clitoris. The burning pain was too much for her to bear.

Kara struggled to open her eyes, but was blocked by a heavy and tight blindfold. She could see nothing, not even a glimmer of light. She also realized that she was in an upright position, and her body was encased in a completely airtight restraining suit. Except for her chest and private parts, her entire body was tightly wrapped in soft, elastic rubber fabric.

The rubber restraint was so tight that it seemed to be growing directly on Kara's skin. It appeared to fit her figure perfectly, but in fact it had been deliberately reduced by a few inches, making the garment unbearably tight. The feeling of extreme bondage was suffocating for Kara, who felt as if she were trapped in a steel cage. Every inch of her muscles could not move freely, and even breathing became difficult.

Because there was no room for air, Kara's sweat was trapped in the rubber fabric. This made her body temperature rise rapidly, and she felt like she was in a sauna, wet and uncomfortable.

Her arms were bound behind her back, and her hands were secured by a sturdy pair of handcuffs. The restraints were connected to a mysterious device that kept her upright. Kara had no idea what she was facing or what James intended to do. But one thing was clear: this nightmare was far from over.

As her consciousness gradually cleared, Kara felt more pain. In addition to the excruciating pain on her clitoris, she discovered that her vagina was also filled to the brim. A thick phallus was deeply inserted into her body, its front end pressing hard against her cervix, fully opening her vagina.

Not only that, but a small piece of foreign matter was pressing against her urethra, giving her an uncontrollable urge to urinate. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not squeeze it out at all.

The same thing happened in her back yard. A similarly enormous fake penis mercilessly occupied her anus, expanding the narrow opening into a fist-sized hole.

The triple stimulation made Kara's lower body ache unbearably, and she couldn't help but moan. But her mouth was already filled with another thick, long fake penis. The head of the thing was tightly stuck in her throat, blocking all possibility of making a sound.

A rubber mask was placed over Kara's head, holding the fake penis firmly in her mouth. She could not remove it and was left with a sickening feeling of blockage.

The sweat on Kara's body was trapped in the rubber restraint suit, and only a few strands of sweat seeped out through the openings under her breasts and hips. The airtight rubber suit gave off a pungent smell that filled her nose and made her feel sick.

She could see nothing, hear nothing. The physical pain and the mental isolation made her more desperate, as if she had fallen into a dark abyss.

She kicked her legs in vain, but found herself completely powerless. The tight restraint had robbed her of the ability to move and was slowly draining her strength.

Kara knew she had to find a way out of her predicament, or she would lose the hope of leaving here alive. But how could she find a way out under such pressure?

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in Kara's ear, and the device that had been holding her began to descend slowly. After a few seconds, her feet were finally on solid ground.

However, when she tried to stand firm, she found that her feet were firmly enclosed in a pair of special "horseshoe shoes". These shoes forced her feet to bend upward at 90 degrees, making it impossible for her to stand and walk like a normal person.

Without the support of the rope, all of Kara's weight was suddenly on her toes. The sudden impact made her so sore that she almost fell to the ground.

"Ugh! Ugh..." Kara groaned in a muffled voice, trying to ease the pain in her feet. But her voice was soon drowned out by the fake penis in her mouth.

She was completely trapped in this small space, deprived of sight, hearing and movement. The airtight rubber restraint continued to torture her.

Kara could no longer hold on. Her legs gave way and she was about to collapse. At that moment, the rope that had held her up caught her waist again and stopped her from falling any further.

At the same time, a sharp crack of a whip exploded in Kara's ear. The next moment, a piercing pain came from her bare buttocks —— it was the result of being hit hard by the leather whip.

"Woo! Woo..." Kara bit down on the fake penis, and her painful groans were suppressed into a few muffled wails.

Then there was another "snap", and the whip fell mercilessly on Kara's white skin again. This time, the whip was a little harder, and Kara felt as if her buttocks were being torn apart.

"Stand up, you damn bitch!" James's voice taunted from the side, "Superhero? You're nothing more than a sex slave in front of me!"

Kara's heart was filled with humiliation and anger, but she was now powerless to resist. She struggled to support her body with her toes, enduring the torment of both physical and mental pain, sobbing like a helpless little girl. The pride and confidence of the past vanished in an instant, replaced by deep shame and pain.

James walked behind Kara and pulled off the blindfold that had been covering her eyes. Tears streamed out of Kara's sapphire eyes, reflecting the scene before her.

A huge floor-to-ceiling mirror stood before her, reflecting clearly what Kara looked like now. She was wearing a red and blue rubber corset, the lewd version of her Supergirl uniform.

The garment was too small and tight to fully encase Kara's muscular body, revealing her sexy curves. The only exposed areas were her chest, private parts and buttocks.

Sweat slowly seeped out of the openings in these parts, casting a mist of water on the mirror, making Kara look especially attractive.

Kara's face was also covered by a blue rubber mask of the same texture, inside which was fixed a thick fake penis. This thing was deeply inserted into her mouth, forcing her to emit only muffled wails.

Kara's eyes continued to move down and soon discovered the green氪 stone ring on her clitoris. It was emitting a faint glow, constantly injecting toxins into Kara's body.

Kara's labia were occupied by an oversized fake phallus, which fully spread her labia and seemed impossible to close. Soon, Kara realized that this was due to the two metal clamps attached to the bottom of the fake phallus, which firmly held her labia in place, making it impossible for her to escape from this sinful object.

The most shameful part is that a thin tube extends from the bottom of the fake penis straight to Kara's urethra, which is undoubtedly used to control her excretory system.

"Super mare? Super cow? Which title do you prefer, Kara?" James said in a teasing tone as he stood behind her.

Kara let out a few moans of anger. She was Supergirl, the superhero who protected the world, not a beast to be slaughtered at will! But now her powers had been taken away by the Kryptonite, and she was weak and vulnerable, with no chance of winning.

Kara shook her head desperately, unwilling to give in. She knew she could not give up the fight, or she would be forever a plaything in the hands of this demon.

"Snap —— snap ——" A sharp crack of the whip rang out, and James actually swung it and struck Kara's bare peach buttocks hard.

Kara could not help but let out a heart-wrenching moan. She had never been tortured so inhumanely. Several fresh red marks of whips appeared on her white buttocks, and blood slowly flowed from the wounds.

Kara struggled to escape the whipping, but the horseshoes on her feet and the chains on her restraint clothes limited her movements. No matter how she wriggled, she could not escape the cruel whipping.

Every time the whip fell, Kara's body trembled. She felt as if her whole body was being torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.

Kara's proud shell was slowly peeled away by the heavy whipping, and her will was slowly worn away. Her dignity and self-respect as Supergirl were gone, replaced by sheer despair and helplessness.

"What Supergirl? Just another animal to be slaughtered!" James said with a sneer, but the whip in his hand continued mercilessly to fall on Kara's scarred skin.

Kara cried and her tears streamed down. She was almost going to faint from the pain, but the physical pain was far less intense than the emotional one.

Kara, who was proud to be the Supergirl who protects the world, is now treated as a lowly animal. The psychological gap makes Kara almost on the verge of collapse.

"Since it's a beast, it should be trained! Let's start with walking." James stopped whipping, and Kara noticed the strange horseshoes on her feet. She was actually standing on a small treadmill.

James picked up the remote control and pressed a button, and the treadmill began to run slowly.

Kara tried her best to stand firm, but because of the design of her horseshoe shoes, she had to rely on her toes to support her weight. Her legs were completely immobilized by the rubber suit.

As the treadmill's speed increased, Kara had to quicken her pace to keep up. However, each step caused intense friction between her vagina and the phallus in her posterior cavity, bringing unprecedented stimulation and pain. Kara felt like a small horse pulling a heavy carriage, struggling through the journey.

Her breathing grew more and more rapid, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Kara was on the verge of exhaustion, but she knew that if she stopped moving, she would be met with even more brutal punishment.

Although the treadmill was not too fast, walking was already very difficult for Kara, who was wearing horseshoes. Soon she could not keep up with the pace of the treadmill and nearly fell to the ground.

At this point, a heavy lash landed on Kara's exposed buttocks, forcing her to keep up with the treadmill.

In this way, Kara struggled to keep her balance on the treadmill, whipped by a whip that almost made her lose consciousness with each lash.

After a few rounds, James seemed to be getting tired of constantly pulling the checkers. So he took a thin hemp rope from his waist, tied one end to the kryptonite ring on Kara's clitoris, and the other end to the front of the treadmill.

In this way, as soon as Kara slowed down slightly, the extremely sensitive clitoris would be violently pulled. The little device forced Kara to try her best to keep up with the treadmill's rhythm, or she would be subjected to even greater torture.

"Raise your legs and stop shaking your head!" James yelled behind Kara, waving an empty whip in the air.

Karla was afraid to obey the order again for fear of being whipped again. Without her superpowers, she was now just an ordinary human and could not bear more beating.

Kara struggled to lift her legs high and then drop them heavily, making a loud "tap tap tap" sound, just like a real foal learning to walk.

However, every time she lifted her leg and put it down, the fake penis stuck in the back chamber and the vagina would scratch her most sensitive parts, and streams of lustful water and intestinal fluid would gush out uncontrollably, making her feel ashamed.

Kara wanted to stop immediately and end the nightmare training, but she knew that if she stopped, it would only get worse. So she had to grit her teeth and endure and force herself to continue this ridiculous training.

The huge fake penis in Kara's mouth made it difficult for her to breathe through her nose, which made her breath heavy and oppressive. The rubber suit that wrapped her body prevented her muscles from stretching freely, and all movements had to be pushed by external forces.

Kara felt as if she had returned to the way she was born, fragile and helpless. What used to be easy to do now required a great deal of effort to achieve, and the contrast was hard for her to accept.

To make matters worse, Kara knew she could not give up. If she stopped, she would be met with even more brutal punishment. So she had to endure the humiliation and physical discomfort of her heart, learning how to live in this strange environment like a child.

As she stepped forward, a small bump at the top of the fake penis stuck in Kara's vagina kept bumping against her urethra, and the continuous stimulation eventually got Kara out of control.

Incontinence on the treadmill was a great humiliation for Kara, but at this point she had no power to stop it.

Kara felt a warm liquid gush out of her body and flow out through a pipe at the bottom of the phallus, dripping onto the treadmill.

Through a large mirror in front of her, Kara could clearly see how she had been embarrassed when she had lost control. She was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Worse, even in this situation, she could not stop the treadmill training. The thin rope still held her back, and if she slowed down, her clitoris would be more damaged.

Kara's defenses broke down completely at this moment, and she could no longer suppress her inner fear and despair. She cried.

As time ticked by, Kara was still walking on the treadmill in a mechanical way. James would occasionally yell at her to lift her legs higher or straighten her waist.

After a long period of exercise and the closed environment of the rubber suit, Kara was already sweating profusely. The sweat could not be discharged from her body, but only circulated in the rubber suit, making her feel extremely hot and humid.

At the same time, karla's thigh muscles were sore from lifting her legs for a long time. Combined with breathing difficulties caused by her mouth being blocked, she was losing her strength rapidly.

What's more, the two fake penises inserted into her lower body were still ruthlessly invading the most intimate parts of Kara. They brought not only a pricking pain, but also an uncontrollable urge to desire.

Kara felt like she was going crazy. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Every time Kara took a step, the thick shaft of the stick rubbed against her cervix and the inside of her vagina; the thing in her anus would be thrust into her rectum with such force that she felt a mix of pain and pleasure.

Under this constant stimulation, Kara soon fell into the abyss of desire. As Kara took her next step under James's watchful eye, she suddenly felt her vagina tighten and a surge of heat burst out from her lower abdomen —— she actually reached orgasm on the treadmill.

Kara instinctively wanted to avoid the full-length mirror in front of her. But there was nowhere for her to hide. The huge mirror reflected her —— flushed face, glazed eyes, hard nipples, and even her breathing became rapid and unstable.

Kara tried to ignore the images in the mirror. She forced herself to focus on walking on the treadmill and not to look at the embarrassing images. But it was too hard to do. Because as soon as her eyes glanced across the mirror, she could see what she was going through.

Kara felt her heart racing to a frightening degree. She couldn't believe she was having an orgasm in this situation. It was an insult and shame for her to be Supergirl.

In this case, the climax made Kara feel more ashamed than ever, and her cheeks turned red. However, she had no time to hide anything, so she continued to walk on the treadmill mechanically, enduring the afterglow and fatigue of the climax.

Kara was walking on the treadmill, and every step was a huge blow to her self-esteem. Her will was being worn down bit by bit, and the feeling of being completely bound was like invisible shackles that robbed her of all freedom. As Supergirl, Kara was supposed to have great power and unmatchable confidence. But now, all of that is gone. She has lost all her powers, been confined to this dark house, and has been stripped of even basic human rights.

Every time she reached orgasm or incontinence, Kara could see her most shameful self in the full-length mirror. This was a huge psychological trauma for her, who had always been proud.

She felt that she was losing her sense of self, and that the pride and dignity of being a Supergirl were being trampled on. Instead, she felt subjugated to this man, a humiliating inability to resist.

Kara knew that once this mindset was completely broken, she would be a plaything for this man forever.

After a long time of exercise, Kara finally felt that her strength was rapidly being consumed. She began to gradually fall behind the speed of the treadmill, and her legs were so heavy that she could hardly lift them up.

The kryptonite ring on the clitoris was connected by a thin line to the treadmill belt. This caused the thin line to pull hard on Kara's delicate clitoris every time she slowed down, causing her severe pain.

She struggled to lift her legs, but it seemed impossible. Eventually, Kara was able to move her feet only barely, moving slowly forward.

The gait made Kara feel extremely humiliated, as if she were crawling on the ground like a dog. Moreover, the horseshoe was not designed for long walks, which made her toes and thighs ache.

Finally, James noticed that Kara was exhausted. He didn't intend to ruin her at once, so he decided to let her off for the time being.

So he turned off the treadmill and let Kara stop.

Kara felt relieved and collapsed. She was almost fainting, but with her tenacity, she managed to hold on until the end.

Her feet were swollen and deformed, and her toes were too weak to support her weight. The fake penis in her mouth made it difficult for her to breathe, so that the saliva kept sliding down the mask and wetting the "S" on her chest.

The two holes in the lower body were also spewing fluid, mixed with sweat, fermenting inside the rubber suit to a nauseating smell.

Kara felt as weak as she had never been. Supergirl was supposed to have infinite strength and endurance, but now even maintaining a basic standing position was a challenge.

Her heart was almost bursting out of her chest, and she felt more tired than she had ever felt on earth.

Kara dared not look back at James, for she feared to see the triumphant look in his eyes. She knew well that she had been tamed by him to a certain extent after this ordeal.

Kara had always been proud of her abilities and tenacity, but now for the first time she felt her own weakness and helplessness.

James stepped forward and unfeelingly stroked Calab's snow-white buttocks, which were full of whips. He admired the way the world's most powerful female hero trembled in front of him, and a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

After a while, James left the room and returned with a metal bucket connected to a thin tube. He attached the tube to Kara's rubber mask and said, "Super animal, you can suck while holding this fake penis in your mouth. The harder you suck, the more' feed' you can drink from the bucket."

Kara understood James's meaning, and he wanted to train her oral sex skills in this way. It made her feel sick and angry, but she couldn't resist.

"Take it! Animal! I'll make you take it!" James, seeing that Kara was still not moving, immediately began to curse loudly and again whipped her buttocks with the whip.

Kara sobbed in pain. She had no choice but to obey the order and begin serving the fake penis in her mouth. Soon, a thick, foul-smelling and bitter liquid flowed from the horse's eyes into her mouth and down her esophagus.

James was satisfied to pull back the whip as Kara began to serve the fake penis in his mouth. He took out the remote control and pressed a button, and instantly the ropes on Kara began to contract, lifting her up a few centimeters.

The move relieved the pressure on her toes from standing for so long, and she couldn't help but groan in relief. "I'm going to take care of the other animals. If the bucket is still full when I get back, I'll have to beat you again." James said and turned away, leaving Kara alone in the room.

Kara listened to the footsteps as he moved away, and finally the sound of the door closing. The whole world seemed to fall silent. She looked down at her feet, and her reflection in the floor mirror was distorted. Kara suddenly felt short of breath. She wanted to escape from here, from this nightmare.

James didn't give a definite time for his return, which left Kara in a panic of uncertainty. She didn't know how much of the "feed" bucket there was, or if she could swallow it all before James returned.

Thinking of the punishment she might face, Kara had to work hard for the fake penis in her mouth. She clung tightly to the thick fake penis, moving her lips up and down, while her tongue turned around it flexibly.

With each swallow, a large amount of thick liquid rushed into her mouth, carrying a pungent smell straight to the top of her head. Kara was about to suffocate and her stomach was filled with nausea, but she dared not stop.

The pressure on her throat and the feeling of nausea made her want to vomit, but she had to keep going. Kara repeated the action over and over again, letting more fluid into her esophagus.

She felt her mouth numb, even her tongue didn't work. But she knew she couldn't stop, or she would be treated even more cruelly.

In this way, Kara fell into a vicious circle. In order to escape the physical pain, she had to endure the humiliation and physical torture.

"I'm Supergirl, and I'm stuck here practicing oral sex... My mouth is sour and I can't suck it anymore... But it hurts even more when I get whipped..." Kara consoled herself as she forced herself to continue serving the fake penis in her mouth.

She gradually discovered that the fake penis was more than a simple straw. It seemed to have some kind of sensor inside that could sense the strength and manner of her oral sex and control the flow of fluid.

After trial and error, Kara found some tricks. For example, she used her tongue to gently press against the eye of the horse, or bit the base of the phallus with her teeth, or draw circles on it with her tongue, all of which allowed more fluid to flow out.

She was surprised and saddened by her discovery. She had been proud and strong, but now she had been deprived of her freedom and reduced to a sex slave, forced to learn this filthy skill.

Kara felt like a prostitute, using her body to please others in exchange for a brief respite. This thought undoubtedly intensified her inner sense of shame.

She struggles to contain her emotions and avoid breaking down. But reality is always cruel, and Kara has to learn how to better please the fake penis through repeated failures.

As time went on, Kara felt her belly grow and grow with a foul, bitter liquid. But she was still able to suck out more feed from the fake penis, as if there was still plenty left in the bucket.

Kara's stomach was so full of thick fluid that it could not move. She had incontinence many times over the course of an unknown period of time, but the tube in her urethra made it impossible for her to hold her urine.

"Kill me... I can't eat anymore..." Kara pleaded silently in her heart.

As the "feed" in her stomach accumulated more and more, the rubber suit, which was already too tight, made it difficult for Kara to breathe. With blood circulation diverted to the digestive system, her brain began to lack oxygen, and she felt dizzy and confused.

Add to that the long hours of physical exertion, and even though Kara was forcing herself to stay awake, she couldn't resist the onslaught of fatigue.

Finally, her eyelids became so heavy that she was hanging there asleep. Kara's last consciousness faded into darkness.

Waking up from her sleep, Kara was immediately awakened by the smell of fermented sweat in her rubber suit and the smell of urine on the running belt under her. She was terrified and didn't know how long she had been asleep.

But when she looked down at the ground and saw the bucket of "feed" that was still not empty, Kara's heart went cold. Although her stomach was no longer so full, it meant that the "feed" in her body had already been converted into urine and excreted through the tube inserted into the urethra.

Without thinking too much, Kara immediately began sucking the thick fake penis in her mouth. She needed to finish the rest of the task quickly before she was punished.

After a few breaths, a foul, bitter liquid flowed out of the horse's eyes, but Kara had no time to taste it, for she heard footsteps approaching.

The sound of leather shoes "tap tap tap" became clearer and clearer. Kara was trembling with fear. She sobbed and sucked the fake penis in her mouth, afraid that if she didn't drink it all up, she would be severely punished.

But just then she heard the sound of a key opening the door, followed by a dull sound of closing. Kara's heart tightened and she knew that James had entered the room and was coming towards her!

"Woof..." Kara couldn't help but sob, but she still licked the fake penis in her mouth.

The footsteps grew louder, and Kara did not dare to turn her head, afraid to see James's grim face. She could only cry and work harder for the thing.

But no matter how hard she tried, there wasn't enough time.

"It looks like a beast is slacking off." James' calm voice sounded creepy.

Kara was crying and shaking her head, but there was still nearly half of the "feed" left in the bucket to hide her. The Supergirl who used to be proud was now afraid like a child.

James didn't break his word. Before he could finish speaking, he raised the whip in his hand. "Snap!" The crisp sound of the whip struck with precision on one of Kara's only exposed parts —— her rounded, upturned buttocks!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Three lashes fell heavily on Kara's buttocks, and she screamed in pain.

Woo wo... Kara kept moaning in her mouth. It was a heart-wrenching scene. Supergirl Kara Zayr, the world's most powerful female hero, was screaming like a slaughtered animal and crying like a wronged little girl.

The once impregnable steel body is now left with shocking blood marks on the white buttocks by the whips of a few ordinary people!

"Snap! Snap!" The sound of the whip continued, as if there was no end. Kara's mouth was gagged, but her screams grew more shrill and piercing.

The pain made Kara break out in cold sweat all over her body, especially on her exposed breasts and private parts, where beads of sweat rolled down. At the same time, a few drops of crystal clear urine spilled from the tube inserted into her urethra.

Finally, after a violent whipping, Kara could no longer bear the cruel torture, her eyes went black and she lost consciousness completely.

After an unknown amount of time, Kara was awakened by the smell of sweat and the strong rubber scent that had been trapped inside her rubber suit. She felt more weak and uncomfortable than ever before, with every muscle aching. The most painful part was the kryptonite ring on her clitoris, which had been worn for so long that it hurt terribly.

She struggled to move and found that her buttocks were burning. The scars left by the whip had no chance of healing after she lost her powers.

After a long period of unconsciousness, Kara felt extremely thirsty and instinctively wanted to drink water. At that moment, she remembered that she still had a large 'feeding tube' in her mouth. She gently bit into it, and indeed, a revolting 'feed' flowed out of the horse's eye.

She sucked hard a few more times, and finally managed to get a little moisture, which eased the dryness of her throat.

After catching her breath, Kara suddenly felt a breastache and something seemed to be about to burst out. She panicked and didn't know what to do.

Kara lowered her head with difficulty. Her originally symmetrical breasts were now swollen and seemed to be a full circle larger than usual! An unbearable feeling of swelling filled her breasts, making her miserable.

She suddenly realized that James must have done something to her again, which had caused such a change in her body! First he had made her tame like a horse, then he had made her learn to feed herself like an animal, and now was he going to make her produce milk by herself?

Kara could hear James's heavy footsteps approaching, and the hateful bully had clearly been watching her every move. She was now hanging there helplessly, waiting for the verdict of fate.

Tsk tsk, the super cow is awake? James walked in with a mocking look. He pressed a switch, and Kara's restraints were released. She fell down, barely managing to keep her balance on the tips of her hoof heels. Oh! The sudden impact almost made her choke from the pain.

Kara struggled to lift her head and looked at James, her eyes filled with pleading. However, he paid no attention and instead moved forward, grabbing her swollen breasts and squeezing them forcefully! "Woo wo..." Kara was almost driven mad by the intense stimulation, a surge of heat building up inside her, ready to burst forth.

Well, it seems you're not far from being fully prepared, my little cow, "James said with a smug smile." Just a bit more of this' feed, 'which contains a special lactogen I've added, and I'm sure it won't be long before you start producing fresh milk. Oh, and you have no choice; this is your only source of nourishment."

"Good, let's start today's training. Remember to keep your back straight and lift your legs as high as you can!" James said as he started the treadmill and turned away, not worried about whether Kara would be able to complete this brutal training.

The treadmill slowly started to move, and Kara was pulled by the kryptonite ring attached to the machine, struggling to walk in high heels. The 'tap-tap' of her high heels echoed through the empty stable, and her pitiful figure stood out against the silent surroundings, making her appear particularly small.

Supergirl's pride and self-esteem are being destroyed bit by bit, and Kara feels like a truly tamed animal with no dignity.

After prolonged, intense training, Karla was almost completely drained of her strength. Her legs were too weak to support her, so she had to stop occasionally to drink a few sips of 'feed' to replenish the water she had lost. However, once she stopped, the thin thread tied to her clitoris would mercilessly pull her forward again, making it impossible for her to resist.

Ah ——!" Kara screamed in agony, once again pushed to the peak by the two fake phalli between her legs, a large amount of love fluid spurted out. Immediately, she shuddered all over and lost control! Urine flowed down her thighs, mingling with the previous love fluid, soaking her entire pair of pants.

Kara felt like a real foal, deprived of her freedom and trained by her master in the most degrading way. Her feet had lost sensation from standing on tiptoe for so long, and her calf muscles were cramping frequently due to the effects of the kryptonite. The worst part was that her breasts continued to swell.

Even though Karla had been tortured to the point of exhaustion, she could not afford a moment's rest. The slightest lapse in vigilance would result in an unprecedented torture of her clitoris, a pain so intense it could drive her mad! Karla had lost all ability to think, even the thought of escape was completely extinguished. She moved like a zombie, mechanically repeating this cruel' training.'

Every day, Kara would walk to near fainting under this torture, and then wake up in her rubber prison suit filled with her own sweat, continuing to endure another round of torture.

She was forced to reach one climax after another in intensive walking training, and then forced to drink "feed" containing lactation agents in order to survive. This cycle continued until she could no longer hold on and briefly fell into a coma.

After days of torment, Kara was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Though her body remained unscathed, she was riddled with wounds from relentless abuse; yet, the damage to her soul was far more profound and irreparable. The self-respect and willpower that once defined her were now utterly shattered.

The full, firm breasts of which she was so proud were swelling with milk. Today, the milky white liquid finally spilled out of her nipples and ran down her collarbone, leaving streaks of white on her rubber suit.

It was another day, and Kara barely woke up in the sour smell of sweat that had accumulated under her rubber suit. She hadn't washed herself since she was imprisoned here, and she hadn't even taken off this tight rubber suit. Kara felt as if she were about to rot.

As soon as she woke up, James had spotted it through the surveillance and was soon in the barn where Kara was. Kara was used to it. She knew that as soon as she woke up, this "master" would be eager to tame her.

Sure enough, as James pressed the button on the remote control, Kara was placed on the treadmill. Her hooves stood laboriously in place, and she looked up at the man in front of her with her vacant blue eyes.

James looked at the milk stains on Kara's breasts and smiled with satisfaction. Instead of immediately starting the treadmill, he took out a test tube containing a light yellow liquid, used a pipette to draw a few drops, and then directly dripped them into Kara's nostrils! The liquid flowed down her nasal passages into her trachea, causing her to cough violently several times.

Then a pungent smell of urine shot straight into Kara's brain, and her face turned red. The smell of old man's urine was so strong that it made people sick to their stomachs, but it stuck in her mind involuntarily.

"How does my urine taste? As my 'livestock,' you must get used to and remember its smell!" James said with a laugh.

James's urine stench was raging in Kara's nasal passages and trachea, almost destroying her sanity. But just then the treadmill started to run, and Kara was forced to take a step.

James ordered her to walk on a treadmill in catwalk shoes. Although Kara was nearly exhausted, she had to obey or face even harsher punishment.

James stood by, watching every move of Kara, insisting on observing her for at least ten minutes each day before leaving. As she struggled to walk on the treadmill, her breathing grew heavier, and James's urine smell intensified. She was almost overwhelmed by the odor but had to suppress the urge to vomit.

Finally, James seemed to have had enough of the spectacle, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He turned and left, leaving Kara alone to continue her training in this environment that still carried the scent of her 'master.' Kara closed her eyes, but the nauseating smell followed her like a shadow, impossible to escape.

Karla was once again on the verge of exhaustion, her nasal passages and lungs filled with the smell of James's urine and the old man's breath, and she was almost suffocating. But in order to get enough oxygen, she had to force herself to breathe and try to inhale more of the nauseating smell.

Her feet were numb from the stirrup boots, and every step was a torment. The worst part was that the thin thread tied to her clitoris was occasionally pulled tight, causing excruciating pain.

Just as Kara thought she could not hold on any longer, the treadmill belt suddenly stopped. Then the straps that bound her tightened and lifted her body off the ground a few centimeters. This temporarily relieved the pressure on her feet.

Kara opened her eyes to take a break, only to find James dragging a flatbed truck loaded with some kind of machinery into the barn. She looked closely and gasped —— it was clearly a giant milking machine!

Kara's heart began to beat wildly. Was James going to do that to her? She wanted to curse, but she was choked with something in her mouth and could only sob weakly and desperately.

James first drops a few drops of fresh urine into Kara's nostrils to make sure the poor heroine is immersed in his disgusting breath.

Kara's attention was fixed on the terrible milking machine, and she shuddered so much that she almost collapsed. But she had no chance to run away, and could only watch as James approached step by step.

James skillfully attached the nipple of the milker to Kara's swollen nipple, which was producing milk, and then slowly adjusted the air pressure so that the nipple clung tightly to Kara's body. Finally, he turned on the pump.

Karla watched in horror as everything happened, looking at James as if he were a real cow. Then she felt as if her nipples had been bitten hard, and an unprecedented suction came with it, accompanied by a constant spurt of milk from her nipples.

The feeling of being forced to milk was so frightening that Kara felt her entire chest quivering. The surge of milk, the vacuum pressure around her nipple and the stimulation of the large amount of milk passing through almost broke her down.

"Woo... woo... woo..." Kara could not help but cry out in pain, tears streaming down her eyes.

Karla stared in amazement as her precious milk flowed down the transparent tubing into the tank in front of her. The feeling of seeing her body used in this way was so intense that she felt as if her whole body were about to split in two.

To make matters worse, the pain and humiliation of being forced to pump milk was driving Kara crazy. Her breasts were contracting in time with the pumping process. Each contraction brought a new pricking pain, as if she were being peeled off layer by layer.

At the same time, a hot current spread up her spine all the way to her brain. The physiological reaction she had never experienced made her feel like a lowly creature, not the superhero who had saved the world.

"Woo...woo...woo..." Kara's wailing was filled with endless remorse, shame and pain. She tried desperately to control herself, but all her efforts were in vain. Tears streamed down and wet the floor in front of her.

As the milking continued, the intense pain that Kara had initially felt seemed to be slowly turning into a strange feeling. Although the pain in her nipples was still clear, under the continuous stimulation, an unprecedented tingling pleasure began to rise from them.

Karla's body curled up unconsciously, like a boiled shrimp, in shame and pain. In this extreme position, her nipples were also under the greatest stimulation. The two contrasting sensations intertwined, throwing her mind into utter confusion.

Under James's gaze, Kara found herself inching closer to climax. It was the most unbelievable thing, yet her body responded truthfully. Her breathing grew rapid and heavy, her abdomen contracting and expanding involuntarily, like a snake about to shed its skin...

"Um... um... um..." Kara moaned again, this time with a hint of lust. She knew she had to stop the thought, but her reason seemed to be running out.

Under the relentless suction of the breast pump, Karla finally reached her peak due to the intense pleasure from the nipple. Her body tensed abruptly, and convulsions like shivers swept through her entire body. "Um... um... um..." Karla let out a high-pitched scream, but the phallus in her throat turned it into a muffled moan.

Even so, the breast pump continued to work tirelessly, bringing Kara a steady stream of pleasure and pain from her breasts. The relentless stimulation kept her orgasms coming in waves. She felt her consciousness slipping away, her vision blurring...

In the process, her body was so exhausted that she could no longer resist. Finally, after a violent convulsion, Kara lost consciousness and fell into a long and cruel coma.

After that, every time Kara woke up from her coma, the first thing she smelled was James's strong body odor —— a mix of sweat, urine, or semen, so intense it was almost unbearable. However, she had no choice but to inhale these odors repeatedly, as James would always force new substances into her nostrils, making her acclimate to the smell.

Meanwhile, the daily milk-suctioning process continued. Karla's breasts were squeezed and kneaded, with waves of pleasure from her nipples leading to orgasmic spasms, until she lost consciousness again. This repetitive cycle had made Karla's body accustomed to the onslaught of sexual pleasure.

Day after day, Kara was forced to become accustomed to James's scent, which grew increasingly intense. The overwhelming, suffocating odor, mingled with a strong male hormone scent, forced her to breathe it in constantly. Initially, she despised this smell, but now her body began to react to it.

Whenever she caught a whiff of James's scent, Kara would experience an inexplicable surge in her heart rate and a warm flush in her lower abdomen. She felt her reproductive system reacting spontaneously, as if it had grown accustomed to the scent and developed a dependency. Her physiological responses were now fully conditioned; the mere presence of James's scent would trigger her emotional response.

James has been keeping a close eye on Supergirl's condition, and now he's all set. Not only does Supergirl become dependent on her body odor, but the milk she produces makes him stronger and stronger.

It's time to move on to the next phase of the plan. Supergirl's mind isn't completely broken yet, so the next step is to put her through rigorous obedience training. Only when she gives up her sense of self and willingly follows orders will she be truly transformed.

James's eyes roamed over Supergirl's naked body, greedily taking in every inch of her skin. As a conqueror, he had the right to indulge in the flawless form before him. But more importantly, he wanted to take control of her soul, making this powerful woman submit to his will forever.

Thinking of this, James smiled with satisfaction. He believed that by his own means, he could make Supergirl fall into the abyss step by step and eventually become a plaything in his hands. This was a feast for the conqueror, and he would be the ultimate winner of the game.

Today's training went on as usual, but this time James didn't leave the field. Instead, he watched every move of Kara.

He looked satisfied when he saw Kara climax with a huge fake penis in her lower body, and his eyes grew hotter as the sweat from her body gushed out through the openings in the chest and between her hips of the rubber suit.

When Kara incontinence occurred, James even leaned in to take a closer look, apparently enjoying the sight.

Kara struggled to get up on the treadmill, but she soon discovered that today's machine was stopping faster than ever before. So she was quickly suspended in mid-air, looking at James with confusion and waiting for his explanation.

But James just walked over in silence and pushed the treadmill aside. Then he began to loosen the straps around her, and then peeled off the rubber suit that clung to her body.

As the restraints were released, Kara's arms were finally free, but she did not resist in any way, but was left hanging to see what would happen.

As James carefully peeled off the rubber suit, Karla's snow-white skin finally came into view. However, due to prolonged exposure to sweat, her skin was slightly swollen, and a pungent sour smell filled the air. But for James, who had grown up on the farm, this was nothing new. He remained undisturbed, continuing his work methodically.

When the last rubber suit was pulled off, Kara appeared naked before James. James removed the fake penis from her vagina and anus, causing Kara to tremble and moan again.

Finally, James pulled off the rubber mask that Kara was wearing and the fake penis that had been stuck in her mouth. Kara felt a long-lost breath of air rushing into her mouth and couldn't help but cough.

"Ahh... oh... you... you... you..." Kara was stuttering because she had not been allowed to speak for a long time. But James was so unhappy that he pulled out a whip from his waist and, without hesitation, slapped it hard on Kara's full buttocks.

"Did I allow you to speak? Beast?!"

"Oh!" Kara cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"Still dare to call?!" James whipped down again.

"Oh! Don't... uh......"

"Again?!" The whip rose again, and "papapa" was heard.

"Oh!" Kara clutched her mouth and held back the scream that was about to spill over.

Tears blurred her eyes, and Kara shook her head pitifully at James, begging him to stop.

But James seemed not to be satisfied with her performance, "Shut up! Animals have no right to speak loudly!"

James finally untied the belt that had held Kara in place and let her fall heavily on the muddy floor of the barn. Then he took a rope from his waist and tied one end to the krypton ring on Kara's clitoris.

James yanked the rope, and Kara was pulled up, almost falling to the ground. She wanted to scream in pain, but remembering the punishment she had received earlier, she gritted her teeth and let out a moan.

James pulled Kara a few steps, and she was forced to stagger along. But she was used to walking in heavy riding shoes, and now, suddenly barefoot, with the intense pain of her clitoris, Kara could hardly stand.

With every step, she had to use all her strength to keep her balance, afraid of falling over.

In this way, Kara was dragged out of the barn by James, like a disobedient foal. The intense sunlight shone on her, but the presence of the krypton stone prevented her from absorbing any of its energy.

Kara had to follow James, hobbling along. Her legs were not used very well because of the long hours of bondage and restriction, and each lift was a test for her.

If she slackened or fell behind, James would mercilessly pull on the rope in his hand, and Kara could only grit her teeth and endure the excruciating pain of her clitoris as she struggled to keep up with James.

Walking down the long aisle of the barn, Kara could see the familiar outline of the house in the distance. It was supposed to be her warm home, but now she couldn't escape it.

Kara couldn't help but look, but before she could take another look, James pulled her back to reality by the rope in his hand.

"What are you looking at?!" James said viciously, "That's someone else's house, not yours! Your home is in this filthy stable!"

Kara dragged James into the house. The room was shabby and simple, but the furnishings revealed some clues —— it was probably where James had used to wash his animals.

There was a thick wooden stake in the wall, and James unceremoniously wrapped the rope tied to Kara's yingti ring around it several times before tying it to the stake.

As a result, Kara was forced to tiptoe to avoid the excruciating pain of her clitoris being pulled too tight. She struggled to maintain her balance, her body shaking uncontrollably, but she felt a glimmer of relief —— at least for the moment, she was free from James's rope.

Kara was tied down and couldn't move. Then James opened the valve of the water pipe, and a strong stream of water shot out and hit her all over.

The water was so strong that Kara felt a little pain. The water washed away the stains on her body and soon became transparent. James manipulated the water gun and adjusted its Angle so that the water swept over Kara's entire body, first on the front, then on the back, and finally between her most private parts.

"Uu ——" Kara couldn't help but groan, because the water was so strong that she almost lost control of her urge to wet herself. Worse still, the clitoris ring was also wet, making the already sensitive area even more vulnerable.

"Hmm~ Ah~!" Kara tried to suppress her voice, afraid that if she annoyed James, she would suffer more torture. She wriggled to avoid the water, but it only increased the excitement.

After rinsing, James took out a long brush covered in white foam and began the real cleaning.

Kara subconsciously shuddered. The scene was all too familiar —— her mother had bathed her like this when she was a child. But the situation was different now. The man in front of her was not a relative, but a perverted criminal who saw himself as an animal.

"Relax, it's just a simple process," James said as he began to move. He brushed Kara over and over again with a brush, as if he were really cleaning an animal.

"Ugh..." Kara groaned. Even though the brush's bristles were softening, they still cut her skin. The brush sweeping over her private parts was so stimulating that she almost lost consciousness.

"Don't move! Enjoy the process!" James shouted, increasing his strength. Kara had to cooperate and endure this humiliating "cleaning".

As the minutes passed, Kara's body was thoroughly washed, not even a corner of it. When she was released, she collapsed on the ground as if she had lost a layer of skin, covered with red marks.

Just then, James suddenly lifted Kara's left leg, leaving her to support her entire body on her right leg. The move threw Kara off balance and nearly caused her to fall to the ground.

Then James took out a wet towel and began to carefully wipe Kara's lower body.

"Wah..." Kara bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that was about to escape. James's fingers moved over her private parts, and the towel rubbed against her labia and anus from time to time, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.

Although James was only cleaning her body, in this state, Kara had an uncontrollable strange desire. She wanted more, but she was afraid of being severely punished for it.

"Woo..." Kara groaned in pain, and her toes almost lost their footing.

Finally, James finished the job and laid Kara's left leg down. Kara let out a long breath, her face already red. She held back her tears, not wanting to endure the humiliation and torture any longer.

James untied the rope that had been tied to Kara's yingti ring, and Kara collapsed on the ground. She had been so bound and tortured for so long that she had almost exhausted all her strength, and now it was difficult for her to stand.

James looked down at the weak and helpless heroine on the ground, his desire to conquer was greatly satisfied. He had successfully tamed this once powerful existence and reduced her to a tool for his amusement.

Next, he would further cultivate Kara's spiritual world and completely deprive her of the last bit of dignity she had as a "human." He would make her completely subservient to him, a sex slave who would only obey and please.

Thinking of this, James's desire began to rise again. He licked his lips involuntarily, and his eyes sparkled with madness.

Come on, super slave, lick your master's shoes, "James ordered, extending his muddy boots to Kara.

"I won't..." Before Kara could finish her refusal, James kicked her in the face and threw her to the ground.

"Damn it, I told you this is an order, not a request!" James yelled. Kara's head was buzzing from his kick and her vision was blurred.

"You may have tamed my body, but the Kraken's spirit will never yield." Kara gritted her teeth and struggled to sit up again.

"Well, let's see who can stick around." James said with a cold laugh as he kicked Kara to the ground again.

Kara was curled up on the ground, with blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. Her mind was still fighting back, but her body was too weak to fight back.

James's boots kept kicking at Kara's naked body, leaving distinct footprints on her muscular torso.

Kara clenched her teeth and fought to keep her will from giving in. Her pride as Supergirl wouldn't let her bow to the enemy.

But the beating didn't last long. Kara struggled to open her eyes and watched in a blur as James walked to a corner of the room.

There was a wooden box that looked old, and James carefully opened it. It seemed to contain some important object.

Whip? Stick? No, these were not worth being so carefully preserved. Kara squinted and saw James take out a short stick from the box, topped with a bright green needle.

Oh my God, it was a short stick with a krypton needle embedded in it! Kara's heart skipped a beat and fear crept into her. She struggled to get up and escape the weapon, but her body was too weak to do anything.

"There's your favorite' material 'up there, bitch." James raised the stick and approached Kara. "Lick my shoes, or you'll taste it."

Although Kara was afraid, her pride refused to let her yield to this scum.

"Fool! Get lost! I wouldn't... ah!!!"

Before Kara could finish her curse, James interrupted her with an angry strike. He grabbed Kara's full buttocks and ruthlessly stabbed the short stick with a krypton needle into it.

"Ahh ——!!!" Kara let out a scream of agony, the pain and burning pain spreading quickly throughout her body. The intense reaction brought by the kryptonite made her tremble violently, even her voice was trembling.

James quickly pulled the krypton needle out of Kara's buttocks and then stabbed it into other, more sensitive and vulnerable parts of her body.

Kara tried to cover her chest and private parts with her arms, but it was too late. The kryptonite needles pierced her breasts, nipples, inner thighs, and so on, each time bringing excruciating pain.

Ah ——!! Stop... please... I can't take it anymore... Oh..." Kara moaned, writhing her body to escape James's hand.

But James was faster, and Kara's arm was stabbed several times, making her miserable.

"Lick your master's shoes! Bitch!" James ordered viciously, as he thrust the krypton needle into the inside of Kara's thigh.

Kara was already in a state of utter despair, fully aware that if she were hit by more Krystal attacks, her body would completely collapse. With no other choice, she cried and pleaded, "Alright... Master... please remove the Krystal needle first... otherwise I won't be able to move at all..." James was satisfied to pull out the krypton needle and stick his boot out to beckon to Kara.

Kara struggled over, knelt down and stuck out her tongue to lick the stains off James's boot like a real bitch.

Tears blurred her eyes, and shame and humiliation filled her heart. But she had no choice but to obey the orders of this demon.

'Well done, super bitch,' James said, pressing the short stick with the kryptonite needle against Kara's cheek.' Now stand up and spread your arms out in front of me. Don't look up at your master.'

Kara was shaking uncontrollably, sobbing. She bit her lip and stood up obediently, slowly spreading her hands until the palms were facing forward.

The short stick in James's hand pressed against her soft cheek, and the threat and warning were unmistakable.

Kara lowered her eyes, forcing herself not to look directly at the evil master. Her eyes rested on the floor, her hands outstretched in surrender, waiting for James's next command.

'Good, super bitch,' James said with satisfaction. 'From now on, when I tell you to stand, you have to keep that pose. Got it?'

Kara did not dare to speak, but nodded to indicate that she understood his meaning.

"Very good," James continued, "now open your palms and then kneel down and put the backs of your palms on your knees."

Kara shuddered, but she knelt down as instructed. She spread her hands toward the sky and carefully pressed the back of her hand against her knee.

She bowed her head and closed her eyes so that she would not be punished if she looked straight at James.

The position was so humiliating and inferior that Kara wanted to crawl into a crack. But she had no choice but to obey James's orders.

"Stand up straight, bitch!" James yelled, swinging his krypton needle at Kara's waist.

"Ahh ——!!!" Kara screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground. But soon James was stabbing her all over with his poisonous needle.

"Get up on your knees, bitch! Stand up straight!" James yelled.

Karla struggled with the pain, sobbing as she crawled back to her original position and resumed her kneeling position. She strained to straighten her waist, opened her palms up and placed them on her knees.

"That's right, super bitch," James said triumphantly. "From now on, if your master wants you to kneel, you must keep this pose."

Karumaran nodded. She had realized that she had lost the wrestling match badly, and that she could not fight against James's control and abuse in any way. She was destined to be a plaything of this beast, gradually tamed into a obedient sex slave.

"Now is the time to give you a little reward." James unfastened his belt, pulled out his hard penis, walked up to Kara, and gently rubbed her cheek with it.

A strong smell of James's middle-aged man came over him. Kara's body had an instinctive reaction to the smell, which had been conditioned by sex for so long that her lower body was wet.

She tried to control her physical reactions, but the brain seemed to have lost control of the body. A vague desire spread deep inside her.

Although her mind told her that it was all torture and humiliation, her body had a sick anticipation and enjoyment of it.

"What a slutty little bitch, can't wait to do this?" James said with a sneer as he looked at Kara's firm nipples and wetness.

He beat his genitals against Karla's beautiful face again and again, leaving a trail of lewd water.

Karla is too ashamed to hold back her wild desires. Her reason and self-respect are crumbling, replaced by a pathological obsession with James and his sadomasochistic desires.

"Clean up quickly and then give me a good oral sex!" James ordered impatiently.

Kara's heart was struggling violently. Reason told her that she could not fall any further, but the physical desire had overwhelmed all resistance.

As she hesitated, the krypton needle in James's hand was already on her nipple. "I told you to lick it clean, bitch!" James yelled angrily.

Kara finally gave up her last resistance. She lowered her head, extended the tongue that had once been a symbol of the goddess of mankind, and slowly licked James's dirty, ugly genitals.

The strong smell of James's middle-aged man permeated Kara's nostrils, and it drove her brain crazy. Her body was used to being trained and humiliated by James for so long that she could no longer control her inner desires when exposed to these smells.

The kissing grew deeper and deeper, from licking to sucking, and finally began to give James oral sex.

She held James's genitals in her hands, and her lips and tongue slid and teased them, and from time to time she put them in her mouth. As the rhythm quickened, Kara began to gasp.

James looked down on the former goddess who was now kneeling under his legs, giving him oral sex in this humiliating position, and he felt a sense of superiority and satisfaction as a conqueror.

Kara's movements became more and more skilled, using the right amount of tongue strength and avoiding the surface of the genitals with her teeth. She alternated between a slow taste and a deep throat stimulation, giving James a full oral experience.

James watched with delight as Karla's stunning face was now tainted by the stench of his own genitals, and the contrast made him feel incredibly aroused. He believed that with more training, he would eventually tame this defiant goddess and make her submit to his will.

Suddenly, James let out a low growl, and then a hot liquid rushed into Kara's mouth.

"Swallow it all, and don't waste your master's reward!" James ordered.

Kara obediently swallowed all the liquid in her mouth and opened her mouth to show James that there was nothing left.

"Good, super mom dog," James said with satisfaction. "Keep training. Now get on all fours, keep your back parallel to the ground, and lift your butt up."

Karla was humiliated, but she did as she was told. She pressed her heavy upper body to the ground, bent her legs to support her entire torso, and lifted her hips high.

James sat down on Kara's back without hesitation, as if she were a seat. He slapped her rounded buttocks hard, splashing a little of his semen.

"This pose is called 'chair,' remember, super bitch?" James said. "When I say 'chair,' you have to crawl under my feet and do this pose, got it?"

Kara nodded in understanding. In fact, she was so weak that she could barely support James's weight.

Instead of getting up, James slowly lifted his pants and smeared the prostatic fluid on his fingers on Kara's face. Then he sat back on her back and began to rub her high up clitoris.

The smell of prostatic fluid, mingled with James's body odor, seeped into Kara's nostrils, reigniting her burning passion. The constant caressing of her labia by James's fingers made it nearly impossible for Kara to hold the' chair' position, and she was on the verge of collapsing.

"If you dare to move, you know what will happen," James threatened, "stay here and do as I say."

Kara barely managed to hold the "chair" position, but her sanity was being eaten away by the intense pleasure inside her.

The water and snot flowed uncontrollably, sliding down her chin and nose tip. Her muscles were stretched to the limit, her toes curled up and clung to the soles of her feet.

The waist was carrying most of James's weight, and the teasing of his fingers on her crotch caused aching and tingling sensations to spread up her spine. Kara felt like she was about to explode, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Finally, after a violent spasm, Kara's tide blew, and the love fluid gushed out and wet the floor beneath her. Her body was almost collapsing under James, but fear forced her to maintain the "chair" position.

However, she could feel James's fingers still rummaging inside her, and the constant stimulation brought Kara closer to orgasm. She knew she couldn't reach orgasm in this situation while maintaining the position.

Kara wept in despair, she was exhausted. But she did not dare to face James's anger, which would be a more terrible torture than physical torture.

The muscles in her abdomen were already twitching, and Kara knew she could break down at any moment. Her only hope now was that James would stop playing with him in time, or she would go crazy.

"Master! Please! Kara can't take it anymore! Please stop...!" Kara could not hold back any longer, and began to cry out, begging James to let her go.

However, James did not stop his action, but only temporarily left her back. Kara just let out a sigh of relief, but then trembled all over because of the intense pleasure from her vagina.

James' skilled fingers pressed and fiddled with her most sensitive spots, bringing Kara closer to the edge of orgasm. She was on the verge of incontinence, but she had to grit her teeth to hold on to her last shred of sanity and not lose control in front of James.

"Master... please... I really can't..." Kara pleaded in a wailing voice, her eyes blurred with tears.

But all she got in response was James's more brazen movements and the growing climax.

James was keenly aware that the heroine in front of him was about to climax, so he did not hesitate to insert his fingers into the more sensitive part of her vulva.

The sudden attack made Kara unable to resist. She convulsed and spurted a lot of love fluid, and she collapsed on the ground, unable to maintain the "chair" position.

Kara reached her climax crying, and the extreme pleasure and fear of being punished were both in her mind. Her body was overwhelmed by the pleasure of orgasm, but her reason told her that this would be the darkest moment of her life.

"Master... uh... I'm sorry..." Kara sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She knew what was waiting for her, but she didn't have the strength to run away.

James ignored Kara's apology, which filled her with an unprecedented fear. She wanted to look up at James's face, but she had lost the courage.

She could only lower her head and lie on the ground like a child who had made a mistake. James watched coldly as she recovered from the climax, then turned and took out a leather collar and leash for walking dogs.

Kara's heart tightened. She knew what was coming. But the fear of the moment had completely overwhelmed her pride and dignity, and she could not resist. She let James put the cold leather thing around her neck and tie the leash firmly.

"Get up and follow me," James gave the next order. Kara was like a obedient puppy, pulled by the collar on her neck with a rope, crawling forward on all fours.

Her face was wet with tears of humiliation, but she had no courage to lift her head. Fear had completely taken over her, and she had been completely subdued by James.

Kara was led out of the house by James. The rough cement floor rubbed against her elbows and knees, causing a sharp pain. Once outside on the lawn, the grass tickled her all over, making her shiver involuntarily.

She was dragged along in this state of disarray until she was ordered to stop in front of a humble log cabin. There was no floor in the room, only a thick layer of hay spread over the muddy ground. In one corner of the room stood a thick wooden stake with an iron chain ring on it.

James walked straight up to the stake, untied the leash around Kara's neck and tied it to the chain ring. "Sleep on the hay, bitch," James said coldly. "I'll punish you tomorrow."

Kara looked at James in terror, but she had no power to resist. She nodded with tears in her eyes, and then struggled to move on the ground until she lay on her back on the pile of soft hay.

As night fell, the exhausted Kara soon fell asleep in extreme fear and anxiety.

When Kara awoke from her sleep, she saw an empty white room. She soon realized that she was lying on an operating table with her limbs and torso strapped down by several belts, and even her neck wrapped in one belt so that she could not turn her head at all.

A huge shadowless lamp shone down on her, illuminating the entire space. James sat beside her and, seeing Kara wake up, he immediately stood up and walked over to her.

Kara instinctively tensed up, but found herself unable to escape. James's large hand covered her breasts, which were slightly swollen from not being squeezed last night, and gently rubbed them a few times.

"Punishment is about to begin, super slave." James's voice carried a cruel smile that made Kara shiver. She knew what it meant, but she was powerless to stop it.

As he spoke, James picked up a tattoo pen from a tray beside him. He slowly attached the tip to a long metal needle and turned on a switch inside the pen, which emitted a creepy "buzz."

Your milk is really valuable, super slave, "James said with a smile." This income will be enough to pay for the toys specially prepared for you." With that, he opened another container and began pouring some green liquid into the pen.

Kara's peripheral vision swept over the liquid that glowed with strange fluorescence, and she immediately understood its nature —— Kryptonite! Her body could not help but tremble violently, and even her voice was trembling: "No... no... master... please... forgive me......"

James was unmoved, and his hands did not stop moving. "This is your punishment for your mistake, slave," he said. "To make a deeper impression on you and make you listen to me more."

Kara looked at the krypton liquid tattoo pen shaking in front of her eyes, and then stabbed it into her left breast! A piercing pain hit her, and Kara couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream!

As the tattoo pen vibrated, Kara felt her chest and breasts burning like a fire. The excruciating pain was unbearable, and her body convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably, but she was tightly bound by the belt, unable to escape this hellish torture.

Kara burst into tears, and the wailing filled the room, but it did not make James relent. He just stared coldly at the pattern that was taking shape, glowing with strange fluorescence, and smiled with satisfaction.

As James's fingers moved over the tattoo pen, the familiar "S" shape gradually appeared on Kara's once-naked chest, its size and shape identical to the emblem on her former Supergirl costume, a cruel irony and mockery.

Kara used to be proud to wear this symbol of justice and hope, but now it's the scariest nightmare. Every time the tattoo pen touches this area, Kara feels a bone-chilling pain, as if a sharp blade is cutting into her flesh.

Karla's mind was already clouded by the repeated shocks of pain. The radiation from the krypton stone injected directly into her body was more intense than any before, and she felt that she would be tortured to death in this endless torture.

Kara's whole body was convulsing violently, and sweat soaked her body, reflecting an eerie glow under the light of the invisible lamp. Her beautiful body was helplessly writhing under the restraint belt, giving a sickly, seductive beauty.

James looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, looking at the once proud goddess now in a sorry state, and his heart was filled with the satisfaction of a conqueror.

Kara's screams quickly turned into broken breaths and moans, and her consciousness began to blur. The excruciating pain caused by the kryptonite was constantly torturing her, as if it were trying to destroy her reason completely.

As the liquid krypton seeped into Kara's body, she began to feel an unprecedented weakness. Her once strong limbs were as soft and weak as noodles, barely holding her up from collapsing on the operating table.

Sweat beads glistened on Karla's forehead under the shadow lamp, casting a seductive glow over her sweat-soaked, muscular form. Her ketone bodies undulated with painful spasms, and the alluring curves, illuminated by the light, took on a twisted beauty.

Finally, James completed the final step of the "S" shaped tattoo on Kara's chest. A high concentration of liquid krypton was deeply injected into the inside of Kara's skin by the tattoo pen, forming a glowing symbol.

The size and location of the logo are almost identical to those on Kara's previous Supergirl uniform, but it is very different —— it is no longer a symbol of hope and power, but a symbol of despair, weakness and servitude.

Kara was almost in shock. Her consciousness was completely outside her body. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she was spitting out a lot of saliva. She couldn't even breathe lightly.

Her once strong body was now lifeless, every muscle had lost its strength, leaving only instinctive tremors.

James took off the kryptonite ring that was on Kara's crotch and said with a cold smile, "Looks like you don't need this anymore. But it looks like you need to get used to your new 'S' mark."

Just as she was in a final daze of consciousness from her tattooed kryptonite, she suddenly realized a chilling truth —— that her greatest weakness had been permanently engraved deep in her body.

She was really finished this time. Her most deadly weakness had been implanted in her body, and no matter how hard she struggled, she would never be able to recover her powers.

What was more terrible was that her body would not only lose all its strength, but be weaker and clumsier than ordinary people. Thinking of this, Kara's last consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Despair —— That was the last thing Supergirl had left in her mind before she fell into a coma.

Later, in James's farm, he lay on his bed and looked at the scene with a contented face. Kara was sitting obediently on top of his hard penis, moving up and down.

Kara's arms were tied behind her back, as if she was barely holding it up, and one could imagine that her frail body was no match for James as an ordinary person.

The S-shaped krypton tattoo on Kara's chest was glowing faintly, and that was why the former heroine was now so weak that she couldn't use her full strength.

"I don't feel you're really committed, Kara," James said in a lofty tone.

"Master..." Kara said, her head bowed and her face full of shame. "I'm sorry... I really didn't slack off... I absolutely wouldn't slack off!" She clenched her teeth and strained to increase the movement of her waist as much as she could to meet James's requirements.

At James's questioning, Kara reached a small peak. However, she did not dare to relax, but gritted her teeth and continued to exert force in her legs, allowing James's clone to continue to come and go inside her.

Her toes clung to her feet, and her muscles ached from the strain. For Kara, who had a krypton tattoo, this was supposed to be a difficult move, but she had to grit her teeth and hold on.

James didn't seem to want to let go of Kara, and he even deliberately slapped her tight buttocks, making a crisp sound. "O... master... please forgive Kara..." Kara could not help but beg.

"Then keep that pace up, slave!" James gave the unquestionable order.

Kara, of course, complied with the order and continued to maintain this laborious pace. The former superwoman now willingly bowed down to an ordinary person, a social scum, and Kara's weak body could hardly do the lowly work well.

Finally, James also reached the climax under the efforts of Kara.

Kara could no longer hold back. She opened her mouth wide and tried to moan out loud, but out of fear of James she held back, only moaning incoherently.

At the same time, she felt a steady stream of hot liquid pouring into her body. Kara's body was still in a state of high tension, afraid that any slight mistake would offend her master.

"Lick it clean and stand right in front of me." James' voice was hoarse from the pleasure he had just experienced.

Despite the lingering afterglow, Kara had to struggle to her feet. She bent down and obediently knelt between James's hips, extending her tongue to carefully lick the residual love and semen on his still firm organ.

She swallowed the liquid bit by bit, not a drop left. Then Kara struggled to get out of bed and stand with her legs apart in front of James's bed, palms open, as a sign of submission.

Yes, this is the ultimate fate of Supergirl—— Kara Zor-El.

Once an omnipotent and heroic goddess, she is now a sex slave to an ordinary man. Her power has been permanently taken away, leaving only a weak body and a submissive soul.

This is a sad ending. But this is the reality, cruel and merciless. The heroine of the past has disappeared, replaced by a poor girl who is dominated and enslaved.