Big Problems in a Smallville

Warning, this work of fiction contains a LOT of sick stuff nobody should ever attempt at home! Please treat our Super Heroines with respect! It is for entertainment purposes only and may not be reproduced without my permission. I hope you enjoy, I took some liberty with some familiar characters and their origins, settings and relationships.

I put this to pen so I can re read it from time to time, I have a hard time accepting it as real and looking at it in black and white helps.

I was your typical teenage kid, kind of awkward around girls, but very much desiring to fuck everyone I could get my cock in. I hid my awkwardness in belligerence. I was a big kid, played lots of sports, but wasn’t really one of the “in” group. I had always suffered debilitating headaches and had to take medicine everyday, the doctors never did explain why I had them, but they were horrific with out my drugs. I did posses a big I.Q., I graduated High School two years early. After High School I decided, or my mother, father was dead, decided I should be a Pharmacist and work in our family owned drug store in Smallville I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted to do, but I was POSITIVE being a pharmacist wasn’t it! But Mom was paying for school so off I went to school for my freshman year in Gotham City.

At school I kind of fell in with a group of guys that were trying to develop a truly effective “Spanish Fly”, a goal no doubt shared by every new class of male Pharmacist since time began. Of course it was a total failure at the time. We tried starting from scratch, it didn’t work, we tried modifying existing drugs without any luck either, but it was fun trying and we only made one girl sick with our efforts. We DID however come up with our own version of ecstasy. My first year drew to a close and I went home for the summer.

My second year in school we started having some success, we kind of gave up on a drug that made a woman crave sex so much it over rode her inhibitions. Instead of trying to create a drug that had the body control the mind via lust, we took the opposite tact, have the mind control the body, but subvert the will. Hypnosis had made great strides in changing behavior, and drugs were being developed to help therapist put people in a suggestive state, we were well beyond the old “look into my eyes” or “watch the swing watch” shtick. We applied for a grant to research it further in my third year we got it. We also got some access to some government research into the field. Part of that access included a database, and part of that database was some classified information on mind control. I found it by accident one day, fortunately I copied the files because the next day when I went to show other research Assistants, I couldn’t get in, someone had discovered the mistake and locked the file. I figured some men in black suits would be headed my way for copying the file, but they never showed. Perhaps who ever had mistakenly allowed access kept his or her mouth shut out of fear for their job, or perhaps they were just careless enough to not notice I had down loaded the info.

The information was priceless! I tried it on a couple of Sorority girls that were working off tuition as subjects in the experiment. They signed up hoping to stop smoking without gaining weight! I got them to quit smoking alright, and we got them to actually turn tricks for me! I mixed the hypnotic drug with an addictive one much like ecstasy, they had to have a dose, and each dose reinforced my control. I also gave them a CD to listen to every night as they slept, loaded with subliminal messages. By day they were just like they were before, I call them with a code word and their whole persona changed. I was really looking forward to my senior year when school let out and I went home. I just changed the Sorority girls back to their default setting; they wouldn’t crave the drug or return to hooking unless I called them with a code word. They would email me like a friend so I could keep track of them. If anyone else ever tried to hypnotize them, it would wipe their memory like a virus in a computer, they would become vegetables basically.

My first day back home Linda Kent came into our store to get a few things with some of her friends. Linda was a senior now at Smallville high. The spectacular blond eighteen year old was the child of the Kent family who had a farm near town. She was nearly six feet tall, only an inch or so shorter than me. She was not a late bloomer; at eighteen her cheerleading sweater was filled to capacity. I remember her as a younger girl, she was a freshman when I graduated, she was pretty even then, but now….man, if you could create a fantasy woman, she was it!

Her long blond hair framed a perfect face; her piecing blue eyes could freeze most boys in their tracks. Her long tanned legs led up to the most spectacular ass I have ever seen on a woman. She was a walking wet dream, and she knew it and was not afraid of using it to her advantage.

She ran with a pack of other very attractive girls all about her age, but none could match her looks, but I couldn’t help but imagine myself fucking every one of them. They came in looking for some make up mom had ordered for Linda, special order stuff, very expensive. When mom told her it had not arrived she threw a fit worthy of a spoiled eight year old.

“I really need that make up bitch”, she cursed at mom, I have a date with a real college man, not like your pathetic brat over there, do you understand?”

“I am sorry MS Kent, but I ordered it, I don’t drive the delivery truck! I called they said it will be here tomorrow about noon.” Mom answered her.

“Not good enough!” I need it by five today!” Linda screamed back. “If its not here by then I am not paying for the order!”

This was a large expensive order, and it was NOT returnable, it would cost mom a lot of money and nobody else in Smallville could afford such luxuries.

“I will send my son into the city to get it if it is so important” mom told the red faced blond. “He should be back in time”

“See that he is” Linda spat back at her, “at least we know he won’t be stopping at his girlfriends on the way since he couldn’t possibly have one!” All her little friends laughed at my expense, I could see mom wanted to slap the impudent cunt but couldn’t afford to lose the business.

On my drive to town I decided to bring little Miss high and mighty to her knees and to my cock! I knew the ecstasy like drug we created was addictive, mentally AND physically. I knew if I could get her hooked on it I could control her, or at the least blackmail her. The thought of it gave me a huge erection!

I drove to Metropolis to pick up the order and stopped by the pharmacist supply warehouse and picked up our order. I then headed back for the store. It was going to take some time to formulate my plans and the drug, the anticipation was maddening, but any flaw in the plan could lead to jail. I started laying the ground work on that drive.

I reached home moments before the very agitated Martha Kent arrived at the store to collect her daughter’s order. She was complaining of a horrible headache that aspirin just wouldn’t get rid of. It dawned on me this might be an opportunity, I told Mrs. Kent I had some new pain killer, but it would take a few minutes for me to make it up. She said she couldn’t wait, Linda needed her make up, so I told her I would deliver it to her house later. She paid and apologized about Linda’s behavior, and of course no offer of a tip was forthcoming. After she left I started phase two of her child’s eventual enslavement.

I knew Linda would be gone on her date until late that evening; that meant her mother Martha Kent would be home alone. Martha Kent was a striking looking middle aged woman, time had been very kind to her, although she wasn’t really that old, only 33. She had been very young when she had Linda the night of the big meteorite that crashed to earth on their farm. What the Kent’s hid from the world was that Martha had been raped when she was only fifteen, and Jonathon Kent married her to save her reputation. He loved her, but she really never loved him so much, well as a husband anyway, he just didn’t “turn her on”. The radiation from the meteorite caused a mutation in Linda when she was born.

It became apparent Linda was not a normal child early on. At the age of six she had in a fit of rage over being denied a toy, flung a tractor that had killed Mrs. Kent’s husband accidentally. Martha had been afraid to re marry, afraid of revealing the secret, her child was Supergirl!

It had been a struggle to raise Linda; she was hugely powerful and grew more arrogant and disdainful of her mother as she grew up. There was no way for her to control the teen. Linda had sometimes listened to Mr. Kent, but since his death, she had been all but insufferable.

Linda had decided to be a crime fighter more out of pride and arrogance than of any moral imperative. It beat working the farm! Early on she had met Batgirl and the had formed a loose alliance, Batgirl was a much better criminologist, Linda tended to just smash things while Barbra Gordon used a lot of deductive reasoning to solve crimes, although she was no slouch physically either, fully capable of busting a head when needed.

Of course I was unaware of all of this. I just thought Linda had a good fucking coming.

My plan had evolved to where I was going to use Martha Kent to destroy her daughter. It was going to be a long process, but it offered a lot of rewards!

I began mixing up Mrs. Kent’s pain killer. I included just a touch of our version of ecstasy, a drug therapist use to help hypnotize patients to make her susceptible to suggestion, and of course something pretty strong to help her headache. I then drove out to the Kent farm. It was a nice place, classic Norman Rockwell setting. Big old white house with a well manicured lawn and big porch, a large dairy barn nearby. There were a couple of horses in a paddock, the cows grazing contently in the field. It was a place that made you feel at home, even if you had never been there before.

I pulled up in the drive and spotted Martha near the horse stables, she waved to me and I walked on over to her.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Kent” I exclaimed as I approached. “You sure have a lovely home here!”

“Thank you” she replied. “It is a lot of work, but it is worth it! Look at my new stallion, isn’t he gorgeous!”

The horse was nice, but I was having a hard time not staring at her! She was nearly five foot ten, and for a woman of thirty three, she was spectacular, hell for a woman of TWENTY two she was spectacular. Her firm breasts were restrained by a bikini top. Her hard flat belly exposed. She wore a pair of skin tight jeans and cowboy boots and a hat to match. Damn she was fine! My cock grew hard instantly, uncomfortably hard in the confines of my jeans.

“I have the pain killer for you” I said, holding out a pill bottle. “I think it will help you a lot!”

“Don’t I need a prescription or something” she asked.

“No” I answered. “Its all pretty much homeopathic, safer that way, but it works well.” I started to walk away when I heard her say “Please, where are my manners, would you like a glass of lemonade or iced tea? Step into the office here at sit down for a moment. I know you have had a long day because of Linda, it is the least I can do.”

“I probably shouldn’t Mrs. Kent” I answered, counting on her hospitality to overcome my objections. “Linda doesn’t care for me and I don’t want to make a scene.”

“Oh the heck with that, and please call me Martha” she said. “Linda is gone for the evening and I pay the bills around here anyway. Come in and maybe I can explain why Linda is the way she is. Please?”

She opened a door into the stables and showed me into a nice office that had a refrigerator and stove in a small kitchen off of it. This was a huge shift in her demeanor towards me, she had always been kind of cold and distant the few times we had spoken in the store, almost like she was afraid of me.

“You have a nice operation here Mrs. Kent” I offered

“Please, call me Martha Lex! I insist.” She demanded as she poured us a couple lemonades. “Now sit right there and I will tell you Linda’s story, you have a right to know.”

Puzzled I did as she said, trying not to ogle her as she flitted around getting our drinks and some cookies. Her firm ass was as spectacular as her daughters in those jeans.

When she finally sat down I could she was struggling with her thoughts, it almost looked like she was ready to cry. “I don’t really know how to go about telling you this Lex” she started. “But the truth should be known, at least by you, can I trust you to keep it to yourself?”

“Sure Mrs. K… I mean Martha, what could be so bad?” I answered.

“No one, not even Linda knew of this besides me since Jonathon was killed, but Linda is the product of a rape, I was raped when I was fifteen Lex, I was raped by your father Lex Luther Senior! I never reported it, he threatened to kill me, but he was killed in a car wreck that very night.” sobbed Martha.

I was stunned to say the least. “Why didn’t you call the cops?” I asked when I could speak again.

“At first I was scared, he threatened to kill me, and I didn’t know I would get pregnant from it. By the time I knew, your father was dead, there was no way to get justice, and karma had taken care of that anyway. I didn’t want to be dragged through court either, and my parents were too ashamed anyway. Jonathan was a good man, he always loved me, but I just didn’t feel the same way about him. He spent the next six years trying to get me to love him; I just couldn’t trust another man”

“Mrs. Kent, I had no idea, mother never told me” I stammered.

“She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t need to know, it would only hurt her for no good reason” Martha said. “Please, this must remain a secret, it can hurt too many lives, but you have a right to know.”

“This must be very tough on you” I exclaimed, “My god, they even say I look like my father, no wonder I make you nervous!” I could see something else, she was aroused! It was almost like she could sense my desire; her nipples looked like erasers poking at her top. She must have noticed that I was looking at her because she got up and put on a shirt over her top.

When she sat back down she took one of the pills I had brought., then she went on, “It has been eighteen years, I know YOU aren’t the one that raped me, but you do look so much like your father…” her voice trailed off. “I haven’t slept well in eighteen years, maybe getting all this out and speaking directly to you will help”

“I have some stuff in my truck to help you sleep” I offered, “Free samples from the pharmaceutical company, would you like to try them?”

“It’s worth a shot” she answered, “What do I have to lose” she said with a small chuckle. She had no idea I thought.

I tried not to run to the truck, to appear over eager. I got a hit of ruppy, the date rape drug out, and a big dose of the hypnotic inducing drug as well. I was going to take a chance here, but I could not take advantage of the situation, my cock wasn’t going to allow that. I went back to the stables and handed her the seeds to her own, and her daughter’s destruction.

“You are a nice kid Lex” she smiled as she took the pills. It would likely be the last time she thought that! “How long till this kicks in?” she asked.

“You will start to feel relaxed immediately” I answered. “Can you feel it; can you feel the warm sensation spreading?”

She replied, “Yes, I can, I am starting to feel good already!”

“That’s a good girl” I cooed softly, “just listen to my voice and relax. We are going to help you rest aren’t we?” The powerful hypnotic drug was really kicking in now; I could sense her listening to my every word. “Just sit still and relax, close your eyes.” I retrieved a small camera and set it up, trained on the table where we sat. I walked around behind her and rubbed her shoulders as she sat in the chair. My throbbing cock only inches from her head as I stood behind her.

“What is that for?” she asked distractedly, she was having trouble focusing her mind.

“That’s better isn’t Martha, just listen to my voice and relax” I whispered softly into her ear. “You are feeling better than you have in your whole life aren’t you?” I suggested, pushing further into her mind the connection between my voice and the relaxation she was feeling. “You are getting really drowsy now, all you can hear is my voice, and you must obey my voice, it makes you feel good doesn’t it Martha. Surrender to it, you need to surrender and relax, let your cares slip away, stop thinking and just obey.”

“N…n…no, mustn’t…” she muttered as part of her mind resisted.

“Relax Martha, it’s OK, you need to relax” I whispered, “Just obey my voice and you will feel much better. “Martha you are a beautiful woman, still young, you shouldn’t have all these concerns and worries, relax, let them go and just listen to my voice. Feel my hands; don’t they make you feel good? “Looking down I can see her nipples at full erection now. I reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, she was unable to much more than push at my hand with hers.

“Stop fighting me Martha, put your hands down by your side, you know you want this!” She dropped her arms limply as I had told her. “I went on, pushing harder, “You know you haven’t felt a real man’s touch since my father fucked you that night.” as I pulled away her shirt. I began massaging her breasts through her bikini top, I heard her moan, first in protest, and then in pleasure.

“NO!” she exclaimed, “He didn’t fuck me, he raped me, please stop Lex, we can’t be doing this!” But she made no more effort to physically stop me.

“Martha, may I play with your tits?” I whispered in her ear. I played a hunch, “You know how good it will feel. It will feel really good, like when my dad fucked you like you need, not like when Jonathon tried, but like when a real man took them!”

“No” she moaned, “Jon loved me, Lex raped me, stop please….”

“Which made you cum Martha? Did Jon make you cum like my father did? You know you liked it when he raped you and Jon was not enough of a man to make you cum was he?’ I pushed into her thoughts. “Think Martha, think, when did you feel like a woman?” I slid my hands to her breasts and pulled her bikini top down beneath them. I cupped them in my hands, like I was weighing them, they felt warm and heavy, and how they stayed up so high was one of nature’s mysteries.

“N…n…no, I didn’t like being raped” muttered Martha as I squeezed her spectacular tits.

“Yes you did Martha, yes you did, admit it, your moaning like a cheap whore and I bet you did as dad fucked you too, and I bet you never did as Jon made “love” to you did you? I bet he never made you cum the way dad did! You need to be fucked by a real man don’t you slut! I bet your cunt is getting wet right now just thinking about being raped isn’t it slut, I bet you haven’t cum hard since dad raped you have you? We know your kind, needle dick of a husband never made you cum, you need to be forced because you are a dirty little slut deep down inside aren’t you? Did you ever get off with a vibrator? It wasn’t as good as when a real man took you by force was it?”

“Please, this is wrong, I can’t be enjoying this” she protested weakly. “Oh god, so good, no, please, stop…”

“But yet you are enjoying it, aren’t you cunt!” I shouted at her now, trying to break her will. “You love it as I maul your milk bags, your nipples are like erasers whore!” I reached over and thrust my hand between her legs; she tried to keep them together. “Spread you legs cunt, or I will snap your neck! You know you are getting wet, quit fighting it!” She could feel my bulge as it rubbed against her from behind, I could feel the heat of her skin through my jeans.

“No… please, this can’t be happening!” she sobbed, but she spread her legs, and the wet stain on her tight jeans told the story.

“Look how wet you are slut! You want me to rape you! You want me to fuck you over this table like a dirty slut don’t you? Say it whore, say it out loud or I am leaving you here frustrated like you have been for the last eighteen years while that stuck up cunt daughter gets all the action! Say it! Beg me to fuck you hard! Beg me to fuck you like father did!”

“Oh my god” she cried, “Please, don’t make me do this, I am not a slut…”

“Yes you are cow; you are my fucking slut now!” I growled in her ear. “You know it, I know it. All that is left is for you to admit it, then you can cum like the slut you are. Now beg me to fuck you!” I reached down and rubbed the wet spot forming in the crotch of her jeans.

“P…p…please fuck me” she whined as her will collapsed under the drug cocktail and my will, her cunt almost exploding with desire.

“Come on whore; yell it out if you want a good fucking slut!” I screamed and turned on the camera.

“Please fuck me!” she finally shouted. ”Please, fuck me! Oh my God this is so wrong!”

I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her up out of her chair and bent her over the table facing the camera. I smacked her ass two or three times as I pinned her down, smashing her face into the table. I soon had her jeans down, it was a struggle, they were TIGHT! Underneath I found a red thong!

“Why Mrs. Kent, you dirty little slut, only whores were these!” I laughed as I tore them away. Then I undid my jeans and forced her legs apart. I ran my fingers up her dripping slit and felt her quiver at my touch. Look at you, you dirty little whore, you are wetter than a cheap Asian hooker! You want fucked bad, like a cheap whore don’t you! Say it; say I am a cheap whore that needs a good fucking, shoving my commands deep into her brain!”

“I c…c…can’t she wailed. So I smacked her ass.

“Say it or I will not fuck you slut” I demanded. “Beg me to fuck you like my father did, beg me to make you cum! You cunt is on fire with lust, you need my cock Martha!”

At this point her will was shattered and her cunt literally ACHED to be fucked. “Please Lex, please fuck me, my God, please fuck this cheap whore! Fuck me like your father!”

I could resist no longer, and without any further ceremony I plunged my ten inch monster into her tight fuck hole. Despite all the lubricating she was doing, it was a hard shove to get all the way in up to my balls, that cunt hadn’t been used in years.

“Damn you are tight Slut” I growled. Jon’s little needle dick didn’t loosen you up one bit. I bet he never even fucked you did he?”

She was screaming in lust now, untold years of frustration and denial of her slut nature came out of her throat in torrents. She came over and over again as soon as I shoved in her twat. I used her blond hair as leverage to plunge in deeper; the pain seemed to excite her more. I stuck a finger in her ass and she came again. I whipped her ass, same result.

Soon I felt my balls swelling to the bursting point, she must have sensed it too, and she started begging. “Please, don’t cum in me, don’t get me pregnant!” I pulled out and blew my load all over her ass, gallons of steaming cum. I scooped some up and put my fingers to her lips, “Lick it off whore”

“N…n…no, please” she begged.

“Lick it cunt, or you will never experience that again!” I growled.

Sullenly she began to clean my fingers with her tongue. “So how good that taste whore, that is your new favorite flavor, do you understand? Now lick your mess off of my cock and get me more of that lemonade. Her mouth went to my cock and soon I was hard again, it was great being young. She brought me my drink, and I made her take another dose of the hypnotic drug, then kneel and suck my cock. I gave her instructions as her head bobbed up and down. She hadn’t even protested when I ordered her to kneel between my legs and finger herself as she sucked.

“From now on Martha I own you. You are mine and mine alone. You will never disobey me or question my orders again, do you understand slut?” I demanded.

“Why, what are you going to do with me? She sobbed.

I slapped her across her face. “Did you not just hear what I told you whore? You will call me master when we are alone, do you understand?”

“Please, we can have fun, we don’t need all this…” she started to say just before I smacked her again.

“Shut up cunt, I don’t want a touchy feely conversation with you fuck hole, I just want you to obey me, now say it!” I snarled.

“Y…y…yes…M… Master” she finally stuttered out.

“Now when I leave I want you to clean up and act like nothing ever happened. You will go to bed and have the best night’s sleep you have ever gotten, you will replay this over and over in your mind, and you will remember when dad raped you, how alive you felt and how you can’t wait until I fuck you like a cheap slut again. You will awake completely refreshed and devoted to serving me when ever I demand it. You will begin to realize what a slut you really are, you can’t wait to be fucked again! You will not tell anyone else about this, if you try you will feel like you are on fire! It will take your medicine as I have told you. When you wake up your cunt will feel better than it ever has, you will think of me and how I made you cum like a cheap slut. It will humiliate you but that feeling just makes you want me more. As the morning passes you will grow increasingly horny, you will be unable to keep from fingering yourself, but you will not be able to orgasm. You will call me at 11:00 AM while you are masturbating and thinking of serving me! You may not cum until I tell you too, do you understand? Your cunt is not your own anymore, it is MINE and I will tell you when you may cum! You will play with yourself, and reach the edge, but you can not cum until I tell you! You will tell no one of this, not even Linda. When I say the word PUNT, you will revert to this deeply suggestive state, do you understand.”

“Yes master” she replied.

“Good Girl Martha! Good little doggy!” I patronized her. “Remember, this is our little secret for now!”

I passed Linda on my way back to town, she paid no notice as she was discussing a crime committed by a Criminal known as the Red Devil, a woman dressed in Red Leather that carried a pitchfork that acted like a stun gun or cattle prod. When she got home, her mother was already in bed so she did likewise. Early the next morning Linda smelt the wonderful aroma that could only mean her mother was making breakfast. Linda had little respect for her mother, she regarded her as a weak woman to wrapped up in the farm, and Linda had big plans after college, she wasn’t going to stay in Smallville! Her and Barbra Gordon were destined to move to Metropolis to fight crime after they modeled all day for famous clothing designers. Raising animals on a farm in Hicksville didn’t fit in with her plans. When she inherited the farm she planned to sub divide it as soon as she could find a buyer. Linda and Barbra often made fun of Linda and her devotion to that pile of dirt.

Her mother called her to breakfast, “Get up Linda, you don’t want to be late! Breakfast is on the table getting cold.”

Linda always addressed her mother as Martha, showing her disrespect, after all she was Supergirl was she not? Martha was not her equal, she regarded her as more of a house keeper than a parent. When she walked into the kitchen she noticed her mother wasn’t dressed yet, which was unusual. As early as Linda regarded this fairly late hour, Martha was always up earlier and dressed. As she sat down at the table wrapped in a robe she addressed her mother like a maid, “Martha, did you get my jeans washed?”

“Well no honey, I was in bed when you got in last night remember!” Martha answered, keeping her annoyance out of her voice, that only angered the super powered teen seated at the table, and that was dangerous.

“God damn it bitch!” the petulant teen exploded, “What the fuck a I suppose to wear!”

“Perhaps one of the other thirty pairs of jeans you own Linda” Martha shot back, then caught her breath, afraid of the reaction that might result from her answer.

“You KNOW that is my favorite pair you fucking cow!” screamed Linda s she flung her plate against the wall. She stood and as she left the room “You better have them done when I get home from school!”

Martha allowed herself to breath after Lind left. As she sat down to finish her breakfast she noticed her crotch felt warm. She began to think of my visit, her subconscious was taking over. Years of submission to her daughter had sort of preprogrammed her to submission, and the combination of the drugs and my increasing mental powers pushing against her will was starting to really take affect. As she rose to go to Linda’s room to retrieve the jeans she had been commanded to wash, as she walked she noticed her cunt being to grow even warmer, a finger soon found it’s way to her cunt, she moaned as it brushed her clit. She sprawled on the edge of Linda’s unmade bed, that was one of Martha’s job, her legs hanging over her side, spread wide. Soon she was stroking her hot pink twat for all she was worth. “God, I feel like a cheap whore finger fucking myself on my daughter’s bed” she thought. The perverseness of it just made her even wetter, but to her intense frustration she could not cum! She finally gave up and took the jeans to the laundry room. But she couldn’t keep her hand away from her twat; it went back there at every opportunity as if it had a mind of its own…

As a mad Linda drove to school she bitched to Barbra Gordon, “That stupid cow Martha didn’t get my good jeans washed last night, I had to wear these, and they are so last week!”

“Well it won’t be long until you don’t need her anymore” suggested Barbra. “You could sell off that stupid farm from under her, which would teach the stupid cunt!”

“I can’t wait” growled Linda/Supergirl. “What are we going o do about that Red Devil cunt, she is starting to piss me off!”

Back at the farm, promptly at 11:00 Martha called me. She had fingered herself to the edge again as I had instructed her, she was unable to speak, but I could hear her moan on my phone. “PUNT!” I said into the phone. That code word put Linda deeper into a trance. “Listen to my voice Martha, do you want to cum for your master?”

Y…y…yes, please!” she moaned. “May I? Please let me!”

“Listen to me Martha” I went on, keeping her on the edge. “You belong to me now, you must obey me unconditionally, do you understand?”

“Y…y…yes” she stammered. “May I cum now?”

“You forgot to address me as your master my little whore” I admonished her. “Remember how I told you to beg last night?”

“Please Master, may this slut cum for you?” she moaned.

“As you cum for me Martha, the last of your will to resist me will be gone! Is that what you want?’ I asked.

“Yes please, let me cum master!” she cried, her need was driving her mad.

“Then cum for me slut, scream my name as you do, scream LEX IS MY MASTER as you cum” I commanded.

“LEX IS MY MASTER!” she screamed as she achieved release. She arched her back and screamed her lust to the sky like an animal in rut. The massive orgasm wiped away all remaining resistance to my will, her mind was mine now, to mold as I saw fit.

After her orgasm subsided I went on, “I want to come over Martha, is Linda there?”

“N…no” she stammered, still shaken from her mind destroying orgasm. “She is at school; she had to take some summer classes. She won’t be home until later, I have to have her jeans cleaned or she will be mad”

“I want you to shower Martha, clean your nasty cunt up. Shave it bald. Then put on those tiny Daisy Mae’s of Linda’s that pair with just the seam left in the crotch, no underwear. Also wear the highest heels you have in the house!” I ordered. “And a tight tank top!”

“But Linda gets mad when I wear her clothes Master” whined a fearful Martha. “She says I stretch them out”

“I don’t give a fuck what Linda thinks, do as you are ordered slut! I will be there in an hour.” I growled and hung up.

“Good bye mom” I shouted over my shoulder as I headed out the door, “I have an errand to run out at the Kent’s” I didn’t see mom’s huge smile as I ran to my truck, she had heard my whole conversation unbeknownst to me. I had to really work at driving halfway safely to the Kent farm, my cock was swollen like a huge balloon from the anticipation.

I walked in the door like I owned the house, which I intended to do soon. Martha came out from a back bed room dressed as I had commanded. My god she was beautiful! She was wearing a pair of red high heels, they were about a size to small I assumed they were Linda’s, her the tiny remains of a pair of cut of jeans barely cover her slit, only the crotch seam remained between her legs. They were a bit to small as well, she must have really struggled to get them fastened, they were nearly cutting her in half, her newly bald cunt lips were spread around the seam. Linda had worn them once over another pair of spandex shorts, at a school picnic. I liked them this way much better! Her tiny red tank top was stretched to the limit, her midriff exposed.

“This is wrong” she sobbed as she walked in the room, “I should not be doing this, I am a respectable woman!”

“Correction slut!” I growled, “You used to be respectable, you are my fuck toy now!” she looked down in shame. I tormented her further, “I have some wonderful tape of you begging to be fucked if you doubt you are now a fuck toy!”

“NOW KNEEL, ON YOUR KNEES WHEN YOUR MASTER ENTERS HIS CASTLE!” I commanded as harshly as I could, while at the same time willing her to obey. “Spread those legs whore! Let your master see that twat wrapped around that seam! Put your hands behind your head, thrust those milk sacks out for me! You will always assume this position when I enter a room slut!”

Her will collapsed under the weight of mine, she instantly dropped to her knees as she was instructed. I walked over in front of her. “Unbuckle your master’s pants and take his cock into your mouth slut!” was her next command she was forced to obey. Soon her warm lips were wrapped around my throbbing cock like a warm soft vacuum cleaner. “Lick my ball sack slut while you stroke my cock! Look at my new pet! Look at the once respectable Martha Kent on her knees licking my balls clean!” I made my way to a chair and sat with my legs spread. Crawl over here cunt, and pull off your shirt, I want to fuck those milk bags!” I could see she still felt some humiliation as I tit fucked the kneeling mother of the slut I intended to ruin later.

She soon coaxed a huge wad of white hot sticky man gravy from my over stressed balls; I came all over her face and tits. Scoop up the treat your master gave you, and swallow it whore” I ordered as I could now contemplate the destruction of her daughter now that my cock wasn’t in charge, at least for a minute or two.

“Martha, you are going o make a wonderful slave. But now I have to figure out how to reduce your daughter to a cock sucking slut just like you!” I muttered, unsure of exactly how to achieve my goal.

Martha answered, almost involuntarily, thinking out loud “That’s impossible, she is Supergirl!”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” I shouted, shocked at what she had said, “Don’t lie to me, the punishment will be horrible!”

M…m…my daughter is Supergirl. You can’t have her, she is so strong!” she sobbed in response. “I am so scared of her; she treats me like a servant. If she saw me in her cloths she might lock me in the shed again, please don’t let her see me!”

I couldn’t believe what I had heard. Martha was intensely terrified of her own daughter. I knew Linda was an arrogant cunt was a bitch, but locking her own mother in a shed? Wow, talk about a dysfunctional family! This was a setback, or so I thought at first anyway. I used Martha’s control word and put her in a deeper trance.

“Martha, is your daughter cruel to you?” I asked softly.

“Yes master, she often punishes me unfairly” she whispered.

I pushed into her mind, it seemed my ability to push my will on people was growing by the hour, and I hadn’t had a headache in days. “Wouldn’t you like to get even with Linda for all that cruelty Martha?” I inserted into her thoughts.

“She is my daughter, I love her” she resisted.

“Think Martha, would a daughter that loved you lock you in a shed? Would she treat you like dirt.” And then I pushed really hard into her mind, concentrating as I never had before. “Listen to me Martha, she hates you, she despises you, and she thinks you are a weak minded cow to be ordered around at will. You no longer love her, you are scared of her, she abuses you like a dog. Now I need to know how to defeat her Martha. Who makes you cum, and who is your master?”

“Please master, don’t make me tell” she cried, still hanging on by a thread to the last shred of her will.

“Ok Martha, now turn around and bend over, grab your ankles!” I gently commanded. She complied, her shorts shoved even deeper into her crack and cunt slit. I got my camera, I had to record this, here was a world class piece of ass obeying my ever whim, and the more I debased her, their more she became my slave! I traced her slit with my finger, gently rubbing along the now engorged lips of her cunt. She let an involuntary moan escape as I felt her body tremor at my touch.

I pulled my belt from my jeans and showed it to her. “Martha, you have disappointed me, you didn’t answer my question about Linda, now I have to be like her and punish my cow. I wanted to fuck that sweet ass of yours and make you cum for me, but now I have to whip it instead.”

Somehow, in spite of part of her mind still resisting, she was horrified she had disappointed me. She KNEW she was trying to protect her only child from a sick bastard, but that didn’t matter as much as it should some how. Now her master was angry and instead of a sweet fucking, she was going to be whipped like an animal. The first blow brought a small cry from her lips, she was already crying, she didn’t know if it was from humiliation, anger, or from having disappointed this man that controlled her very inner most self now. The second stroke elicited a scream, the third fourth and fifth brought even louder more animalistic cries.

“Now Martha, Linda has made you suffer again, these lashes were her fault you know” I whispered in her ear, forcing it into her mind with my will. “It is all her fault. Did you like being locked in that shed cow? Am I going to have to do that to you as well? What will Linda do to you when she finds you locked in there, wearing her clothes?”

“N…NNOOO!!!” she cried plaintively, “Master, please do not lock me in that shed, I couldn’t bear it! I would go mad! Linda will leave me in there or worse! I am sorry I disappointed you, I mean this slut is sorry, please, whip me, I am sorry, but not in the shed!”

She was in a state of absolute panic now, that shed held a huge terror for her, after Linda had locked her in there before and left her, naked and cold in the dead of winter, alone in the dark for days. And she feared her daughter was capable of worse, much worse.

I began rubbing her welted ass, I had been careful not to permanently mark my new property, it was too damn nice to scar up. My fingers found their way to her cunt and soon she was rubbing back on them.

“Tell me what I need to know Martha, I can fix it so Linda can’t hurt you anymore, and I can make you cum instead of more punishment, you would like that wouldn’t you?” I said gently. “Think about it, sweet release for your burning cunt, and Linda no longer able to lock you in the shed. Maybe I will let you lock her in there instead, she deserves it doesn’t she? You deserve to cum don’t you? You have done nothing but raise her, care for her, buy her everything he wants, but yet she treats you like a servant. Stand up to her, tell me what I need to know!”

“Y…y…yes, I mean no, I mean…” stammered the confused woman. Her cunt and brain were telling her to submit, she was feeling an overwhelming weight pressing against her mind, demanding her surrender, but a small shred of her will still resisted, she knew she was lost forever if she gave me the information she had about Linda’s weakness. “I can’t she is my only child she sobbed. You don’t need her, you have me, I will do what ever else you ask, please Master, not my daughter…”

I went deep into her mind, shoving thoughts and feelings into her mind, I concentrated deeply as I spoke to her, “Martha, do you think Linda would allow her ass to be whipped to protect you? That arrogant little bitch would lash your ass with her own hand if it meant she would escape punishment and you know it, be honest with yourself. She has dominated you since she was born; she thinks you are a miserable failure in every way possible, I have heard her cuss you in the Drug store! The whole town is embarrassed for you, the way she treats you like a dog. Now I am going to have to treat you the same way, then she will again when she gets home. How much will you sacrifice for her? She has taken everything from you, your pride, your dignity, and she has made it known this farm will be for sale as soon as she graduates, she will sell it to a developer for subdivision. Imagine the one thing you have worked so hard for, poured so much into, sold by that ungrateful little bitch. She doesn’t need the money; she just wants to punish you for being what she considers inferior!”

That did it; I felt my will shove into her mind like a cock into a wet waiting cunt! It was almost that good. I projected into her mind that it was the best feeling she had ever had, surrendering her will to me. She moaned softly in a daze, her mind completely opened to me, “I love you master…Please do not put me in the shed.”

“Tell me Martha; is there a way to control Supergirl? Does she have a weakness” I asked gently. “Let me help you escape her tyranny!”

“Yes master, she can be weakened with fragments of the meteor” she answered languidly. The heat in her cunt could be felt by my fingers.

“Good cow” I said using the patronizing voice you use on a favorite pet. I lead Martha Kent using my belt as a leash as she crawled to Linda’s bedroom. Once there I lay on Supergirl’s bed, my fuck pole pointed ten inches into the air, hard as a rock. I had Martha remove those slutty cutoffs and climb on the bed. “Slowly lower that hot cunt onto your masters scepter cow!” I ordered her. “Ride my cock like a cheap slut, fuck your self, you have earned it slave.” She slowly lowered that wonderful pink steaming cunt onto my cock and being humping her self.

‘Slower” I ordered, and finger your clit as you debase yourself for me! Squeeze those milk bags to you fucking big titted cow!” She slowed down briefly, but soon she was humping up and down rapidly again, that spectacular rack bouncing wildly in front of me. I worked on her mind as she was distracted by her cunt. Once again as I slipped into it I felt like I was slipping a mental cock into a virgin cunt.

“Martha, you will answer to Cow from now on, do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes, master” she screamed as she fucked herself.

“Moo for me as you cum, moo like the cow you are!” I ordered. At my command to cum she had a mind shattering orgasm. She screamed her lust like a heifer being mounted by a bull. This was too much for me to take and I shot a steaming mass of ball juice deep into her hot womb. “Now lick me clean cow, while I play with your udders”

When she had finished she glanced at the clock, “Oh shit” she exclaimed, Linda will be here in s few minutes, if she sees you we are in trouble! She will put me in the shed!”

“Get some clothes on”, I commanded. “I will hide my truck and wait on her to leave. I want you in a short skirt; use one of Linda’s, and that red bikini top, and those red cowboy boots with the high heels!”

“But Linda will punish me” cried Martha.

“I don’t care, that is your problem cow” I answered. As I went outside to hide, I thought I saw a figure in red dart behind the infamous shed, but I looked again and there was nothing so I put it out of my mind and then rethought what I was doing.

I left my van in the drive way and went back into the house, I saw Linda driving the BMW roadster her mom had bought her coming up the lane. Martha was startled to see me set at the kitchen table and order her to fix me a glass of lemonade.

“You have to hide, Linda will be mad” the beautiful blond mother cried, deeply concerned that her super powered bitch of a daughter would be mad. She was stunning, dressed as I had ordered her. Tiny bikini top, short, short denim skirt, no panties, and red cowboy boots, the outfit screamed truck stop tramp.

“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything while I am here” I sated flatly, “And her days of hurting you are about over my little cow.”

Linda came in and it was apparent she was in a fowl mood. “What the hell is that delivery boy doing here?” she demanded, “He is in my parking spot. Then she saw her mother handing me a glass of lemonade. Her jaw dropped to her knees! “Martha Kent, what the hell are you doing? MY GOD! LOOK AT HOW YOU ARE DRESSED IN FRONT OF THIS DELIVERY BOY!”

“Calm done girl” I addressed as a child, which infuriated her even more.

“Fuck you asshole” she shot back. “Get out of here or I am calling the cops!”

“I will when I finish my drink bitch” I snarled back, I could see Martha blanch in fear of what might happen next. “Your mother invited me in for a drink, didn’t you Martha? I was just delivering her headache medicine. I can see why she has so many…”

“What the hell does that suppose to mean?” Linda yelled. “Mother, look at you! Is that my skirt and top! You look like a slut!”

“I guess that means you look like a cheap whore when you wear them too doesn’t it Linda?” I argued back at her. “Personally, I think your mother looks better in them than you do anyway, much classier”

“Please, Lex…” Martha started to say when Linda cut her off.

“Well nobody, and I mean NOBODY gives a damn what your opinion is, least of all me!” screamed the spoiled, childish Super Heroine. “Well I have plans; I don’t have time for this! Mother, where are those jeans? You did get them washed didn’t you, you stupid cow! Go get them for me!”

Martha shuffled off dejectedly to retrieve the required pants, leaving Linda and I alone for a moment. Linda had her mother’s startlingly beautiful features, but they were twisted by her arrogance and childish rage.

“I had better never catch you out here again” she warned.

“You should be nicer to your mother, she has been through a lot for you, and she has done very well by you over the years” I answered.

“Fuck that stupid cow, as soon as I can I am going to sell this dirt pile, she can move into an apartment” she snarled. She failed to notice her mother coming back into the room, when she noticed she just ignored her mother’s tears of pain she had caused, threatening her mother’s only real pride and joy and grabbed the jeans. She looked at her crying mother and said cruelly, “Oh shut up cow! I will deal with you when I get home! You best clean out the shed!” and stomped out, slamming the door.

When she had gone, we heard the Beamer careening down the road; Martha cried “What am I going to do now? Do you see what you caused?”

“I didn’t cause anything slut” I shot back. ”You raised that ungrateful little whore, not me! Now I think we need to prepare for her coming home. Where can I get some of those fragments of the meteorite cow? Remember, it’s your ass that will be locked in that shed if we don’t stop her…”

“It’s in a safe, in her closet” Martha answered, her eyes welling with tears, knowing she had to sell out her own child because she was to weak to resist me, and too scared of her daughter to fight back, she was truly fucked no matter what she did. She knew what terror that shed held for her, she might as well try for a change.

“Follow me cow, on your hands and knees!” I ordered and headed to Linda’s room.

It was a very, VERY pissed off Supergirl that picked up Barbra Gordon, aka Batgirl shortly after leaving the farm. If she hadn’t been so pissed, she might have realized she was being tracked, or that there was a tiny red listening device under her seat.

When Batgirl got in the car Supergirl started in, “You will not believe what that cow of a mother of mine is doing now!”

“Like what?” asked the stunning redheaded Batgirl? Wrapped in Black latex, her curves were nearly exquisite as Supergirl’s.

“Like I get home after a hard day, and that stupid bitch is serving refreshments to that lame Luther guy! She barely got my jeans done! And my bed wasn’t made at all…!” Supergirl whined.

“No way!” Barbra replied. “What the hell was she thinking?”

“To make it worse, the slut was wearing my fave denim skirt over her wrinkled old ass!” Linda bitched. “it barely covered her disgusting twat, and I am sure she stretched it all out of shape! And when I told her she looked cheap in it, that Luther bastard said she looked better in it than me! Can you imagine, that hideous old cow! I have never been so pissed!”

“Wow!” exclaimed Batgirl, “I would have twisted his head off right there.”

“I thought about it, can you imagine that old slut Martha parading around like that in front of a nobody like Luther!” she whined. ”Well you should have seen Martha’s face when I told her to have the shed cleaned out when I got home, she knows she is going to be in there for awhile when we get done with this “Red Devil” bitch. What have you dug up on her?”

Barbra Gordon was far and away the brightest of the pair of caped bimbo’s, and her father was a cop, so she had a reliable source of information. “Well there may be two possible targets for our Red clad bitch, there is a gold coin display at the museum, and the bank just got a big payroll in.” she informed Supergirl. “Should we split up and watch them both?”

“Sounds like the best plan” Supergirl replied after thinking a minute. “You take the car to the bank; I’ll fly to the Museum.”

A dark red sports car lurked just a mile behind the young crime fighting duo, in it sat a red leather clad woman with a set of headphones on. “You stupid cunts” she thought to herself as she listened to their conversation. After the pair had split up, she waited a few hours, and then punched in a code on a Blackberry like device. The alarm at the bank went off. Batgirl immediately called Supergirl advising her of the fact, and the blond maid of Might took to the air to join her friend in looking for the cause.

The dark rd sports car was parked in the alley behind the museum; a shadowy red clad figure got out and entered the building with deceptive ease, and went straight out the coin display. She produced her Blackberry and punched a few codes and the lights on the control panel of the alarm changed from red to green, it was disarmed. The priceless treasure was scooped up and the mysterious villain was gone in just a few moments. She left a calling card, a small red devil figurine. She then called the police, “I want to report a break in at he museum….”

The crime fighting duo couldn’t find anything amiss at the bank when word of the break in at the museum reached them, Supergirl shouted “We have been decoyed!” and took off immediately back to the building she had been watching. Batgirl, perplexed, jumped in the roadster and headed that way as well.

They had no more than left the bank when the red sports car pulled up behind it. The Red Devil took out a key card and used it to open the bank door. It took her only a short few minutes to circumvent the safeguards at the bank and tap into its mainframe computer, and soon the time lock opened it self. The villain helped her self to all the valuables she could carry, and again left her calling card. Again she called the police and reported the crime.

Batgirl and Supergirl sat in Linda’s car, dejected over the fact they had been duped not once, but twice in the same night by the Red Devil who seemed to take evil delight in embarrassing them time and time again, and with an ease that was humiliating. “God damn the Red bitch” swore Batgirl, “I can’t believe what she did to us!”

“And she called the cops AND the papers to let the whole world know too!” whined Supergirl. “When I get my hands on that bitch… and speaking of bitches, I need to get home and punish that cow Martha!”

“I would like to see that!” laughed Batgirl.

“Well come on over! You will just die when you see the fear on her face as I chain her like a dog in that shed! I am sick of her trying to be the good mommy and all that shit!” growled Supergirl.

“I wouldn’t mind spanking her ass myself” laughed Batgirl. In her mind she was thinking she would like to do a lot more with Supergirl’s hot mother, she was a closet dyke and the thought of a beautiful if slightly older version of her friend on her knees at Barbra’s feet was a huge turn on, but she had never been able to express those desires to Linda, for fear of what her reaction might be. Having a Super Powered friend can be dangerous!

As they drove back to the farm the two teens talked about ways to torture Linda’s mother, the transplanted rage at their own failures boded ill for poor Martha. She was going to pay for the two inept heroine’s humiliation.

“Let’s make her lick our boots before you lock her in that shed.” suggested Batgirl. She had seen that on a BDSM web site, and it made her nipples hard thinking about it. Her choice of a black latex costume should have been a clue to anyone half way cognizant that she was into that kind of stuff.

“Maybe I will make her lick your cunt” laughed a joking Supergirl, half way making a joke, but thinking what a humiliation it would be for her mother.

Batgirl thought to herself, “Oh god please make her lick my cunt!

“Let’s make he suck that stallion of hers off!” the both exclaimed at the same time, and then laughed at themselves for saying the exact same thing at the same time, like two empty headed valley girls.

As they pulled in the lane, they decided to remain in their costumes, obviously Martha new already who Supergirl was, and Barbra had a mask on anyway.

After Linda had left and I led Martha into her daughter’s bedroom, I couldn’t resist poking through Linda’s drawers and closets. Damn, that girl had a lot of nice stuff! Then I hit the mother lode if you will. I noticed a hidden door in the back of a walk in closet, it had caught some other clothes and wasn’t closed all the way or I would have missed it! When I opened the door I was stunned! Her costumes were here, and her computer was here, and bolted to the floor was a massive, heavy safe. The safe was locked, but the computer was on! I pulled up her address list, several names caught my eye, at the top of the list was Barbra Gordon, her best friend, who was the fucking Vigilante Batgirl!

After recording as much as I could then turned my attention to the safe, it was very secure, I wasn’t going to get into it without making it obvious without the combination.

“Do you have the combination?” I inquired

“Yes master, it is 38 24 36” she replied!

“Good slut! Now remember why you hate Batgirl” I ordered.

“But I don’t hate Barbra” she whispered, puzzled by my command.

I shoved these thoughts deep into her mind, it seemed to be getting easier each time I tried it, “Yes you do Slut, you hate her a lot, she is smug and arrogant to you and you are insanely jealous of her. You want to hurt her badly, you want to rape her with a strap on, and you want to make her lick your cunt and asshole! Hurting her makes your master happy too! So get busy and dream up ways to make her scream!”

I left Martha and went back to the hidden alcove and opened the safe, I found twenty eight boxes inside, and each contained a glowing green fragment of Kryptonite! It also held Linda’s doom!

Now I needed to complete Martha’s programming, to ready her for her new life. I led her to a chair and told her to set. I took out a big dose of the hypnotic drug and gave it to her, then I focused my mind on her, I felt a slight resistance for just a second, then her will collapsed.

“You have been a very good pet my little cow, so now you will be rewarded” I pushed deeper into her mind, “From this day forward Martha you will be my loving, devoted consort. You can not stand to disappoint me, or to disobey me. You will be a Mistress of my harem we are about to harvest. In return you will obey without hesitation my every command. Your happiness rides on pleasing me, all thoughts of disobedience must be banished from your mind. The old Martha Kent is banished to a tiny corner of your mind, locked away unless I call her out. Do you understand slut?”

“Yes Master” she intoned in that languid way that people in a deep trance speak.

I felt myself deeper in her mind than I had ever been before, clear to the core. It felt like being balls deep in a woman’s tight ass is the only way I have to describe it in a way you might understand. I programmed her further, “You are mad at your daughter for all the injustices she has piled on you over the years, she has ruined your life! But you are going to help me change all that now! We will pile humiliation after humiliation on her, and that slut friend of hers, Batgirl. Seeing them humiliated, seeing them in pain, screaming at your feet, seeing them broken as slaves is a huge turn on to you now. You will invent new ways to torture them at every chance.”

Then I added one more layer, “You are of course still my slave, even as you rule the others I take. But you will develop into a cruel dominatrix; you will delight in torturing young women, especially your own daughter, but you will remain entirely submissive to me or anyone I command.”

“Yes Master” Martha answered again, but her voice took a new husky quality as I brought her out of the trance, her programming had completely altered her mind. The sweet Martha Kent was banished in a dark corner of her own mind, perhaps even worse a fate than being locked in that shed. In her place was a cruel, angry woman.

“Now put on Supergirl’s spare costume for me cow” I commanded. She emerged from the hidden alcove in the famous blue body suit, the fabric straining to contain her udders, she was a size bigger I the chest than her daughter. Her cunt lips were clearly visible through the red shorts beneath that famous tiny short red skirt. And nothing says “FUCK ME” like a tall pair of red boots.

“How do I look master?” she asked in that new lower cock stiffing voice. “Do I please you?” She dropped into the classic slave kneeling position at my feet. My cock got stiffer than I can ever remember it getting before, what a vision of loveliness!

When Supergirl barged through the kitchen door in her usual arrogant manner followed closely by Batgirl, she flipped on the light, and froze in amazement! There bent across the table where she had eaten so many meals was her mother! She was wearing Supergirl’s spare costume, the short read skirt was flipped up over her ass, and the red shorts were stuffed in her mouth! I stood between Martha’s wide spread legs, fucking her cunt brutally. Martha seemed to be trying to scream “NO” through her improvised gag.

Both costumed crusaders were stunned into inaction; the shock of the scene in front of them just jolted their whole system like a blast from a stun gun! It was like a circuit overload, and their breakers popped off for a minute. That was exactly what I was counting on.

I was almost as stunned, I wasn’t counting on Batgirl, and my plan was to take Supergirl, not two Heroines. I had to think fast before my little surprise wore off. “I will be with you in just one second ladies” I shouted as I pulled out of Martha’s tight ass and blew a huge wad of ball gravy all over Martha’s ass. I used the skirt on the Supergirl costume Martha Kent was wearing to wipe my cock off and told them, “Normally I would make her lick me clean, she seems to enjoy it, but we are short on time! I need to get you two started. I pulled he shorts from Martha’s mouth and finished cleaning my cock. Thank you Linda for bringing me another fuck toy to play with” I pulled up my pants as I spoke.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY MOTHER” screamed Supergirl. “Look what you did to my spare costume! Martha! Who the hell gave you permission to wear my stuff?” Her priorities were all to clear.

“And what do you mean”Start with us?” chimed in Batgirl.

“One question at a tie bimbo” I laughed, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. “OK, in the order you asked them in, let me answer your questions. First it is pretty obvious that I was ass fucking your mother Superslut. And I ORDERED her to wear your costume so I could cum all over it. Now for your question Batslut, I am going to start training you to be a couple fuck toys.”

“I don’t think so you sick bastard” shouted Batgirl as she started to move towards me. “Let’s kill him Linda!”

Supergirl wanted to respond, but suddenly she was feeling ill, it was hardly noticeable at first, but it was growing worse very rapidly. She felt light headed, then nauseas, she had never felt pain, at least in her memory, but she was starting to feel it now! It was like her skin was on fire! Batgirl turned to look at her comrade, wondering why she wasn’t killing me already, what she saw frightened her; Supergirl was as pale as a ghost. She seemed to be gasping for air, unable to speak, her eyes told the story her mouth couldn’t, and they were filled with pain and terror.

Batgirl then made the mistake I was hoping for, she forgot about me, and rushed to her friend. “Oh my God, what’s wrong Linda?” she cried as she held her friend up. “She is allergic to kryptonite Butslut!” just as I blasted her across the back of her head with a rolling pin I had picked up off the counter while she was distracted. The blow didn’t knock her out completely, but it stunned her and she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. She was trying to fight off the blackness that was trying to swallow her up. I kicked her in the ribs, flipping her over on her back. I took her utility belt off, unlatching it and rolling her over. There were two pairs of bat shaped handcuffs in the belt, I took them out and grabbed her left wrist and pulled it back to her left ankle, then locked the cuffs. I repeated the procedure on her right side as well, and confident she was secured, I went back to Supergirl.

By this time he had collapsed completely, falling limply to the floor. She was convulsing like an epileptic, and foaming at the mouth as she twitched violently. I had planned ahead for this capture; I had brought a pair of cuffs separated by a short chain. I put these on her wrist behind her back as she jerked and drooled. I also had a spreader bar with two ankle cuffs, and it was soon in place. Then, and only then did I close the lid on the lead lined boxed that I had hidden under the kitchen table and kicked open when Supergirl appeared in the door.

Linda Kent, aka Supergirl, fought consciousness, it hurt too bad, she wanted to remain in the warm dark. She slowly realized she was hanging upside down in the dark. She could tell it was dark now, that she wasn’t blind or blindfolded. God her head hurt! Like someone had gone in with a sledgehammer and beat around in her skull for hours. “Come on Linda, get your shit together girl” she thought to her self. She tried to take stock of her position. She hung upside down, her legs spread wide by a bar. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. Every time she moved waves of pain raced through her body.

“God this hurts” she tried whined to herself. It was then she realized she was gagged, with what was likely the soiled shorts Lex Luther had used to clean his cock after raping her mom. It had to be rape, that silly old cow Martha was way to much of a prude to allow a man to fuck her ass! As her mind cleared a bit more, the significance of where she was began to dawn on her, THIS WAS THE SHED! The very same shed she had hung her mother in for days, just like she was hung now! “Oh my god” she thought, “She told him, Martha has told Lex Luther what Linda had done to her!” Fear welled up in her heart, her own mother had told her capture Supergirl’s secrets. Martha had given him the kryptonite to defeat her! Suddenly she felt the fear that her mother had felt hanging in this very same place. Then it got worse, she heard animalistic screams coming from the stables, it was Batgirl’s voice, or at least she thought it was, it was hard to tell, the shrieks were so agonized! And all she could do was hang there like a piece of meat waiting for the butcher. She could feel kryptonite radiation on her skin. Not quit the intense burning of before, but she could feel a lot of pain so there must be enough exposure to keep her from regaining her powers. She felt helpless, totally alone, uncertain exactly what her future held, but very certain it was likely to be unpleasant.

Batgirls was screaming and crying uncontrollably now, her flesh felt like it was on fire, scarcely and inch wasn’t an angry red welt. I had been careful to not permanently scar her body, but her mind was scarred plenty. The whipping had gone on for hours, with the occasional pause to revive her.

“Please God, please stop, I will do what ever you want” she cried.

“Give her another fifty lashes, and at least ten on her cunt!” I ordered Martha who had been whipping her for the last half an hour or so,

Batgirl looked at me with stark terror in her eyes, “My God, please have mercy, I beg you!”

The caped crusader had been stripped and stretched tightly with her back over a big round barrel, her legs spread wide. Martha had been whipping her big round breasts; we had flipped her over a half an hour earlier, her ass was a road map of angry red welts.

“I am taking mercy on you cunt!” I growled, “It was going to be one hundred lashes!” Her screaming as Martha applied the whip to her wide spread twat, when the lash struck her clit her screams finally burned out her vocal chords and all she could manage was a hoarse croaking sound.

I told Martha to stop beating the stretched crime fighter and I stood directly in front of her. “Are you ready to call me Master you little slut?” I asked her nicely. I won’t ask again until you suffer a lot more.

“N…n…no, I can’t submit!” she croaked.

I took a cattle prod and held it in front of her eyes and pulled the trigger, causing it to crackle malevolently.

Her eyes grew wide in terror “No, you can’t, you wouldn’t” she pleaded. “Please don’t”

When I touched the prod to her right breast she tried to submit “Please M…M…Master! Please Master don’t!”

But I pulled the trigger sending tens of thousands of painful volts through her tit meat. She convulsed wildly in her restraints and she pissed herself. The second blast applied to her other breasts had a similar effect. Now she was crying uncontrollably as her body shook with terror. When I held the prod between her legs she really freaked out, but I didn’t pull the trigger.

“Now Barbra, is there something you would like to ask me? Beg me to be my slave. Beg to suck my cock and kiss my feet.” I commanded softly. “We know your submission is inevitable don’t we, no need to prolong the pain.”

She looked up at me with those startlingly green eyes; her face framed by her matted long red hair and spoke the words I wanted to hear, “Please Master, have mercy, take me as your slave. I will do what ever you command” she sobbed, her will broken.

“I will take you as my slave whore” I laughed. Then I hit her cunt with the prod anyway.

“B…b…but you said….” She screamed.

“You are my property you slut, I will do anything I want to you!” I snarled. “If I feel like frying your cunt, I will. I want you to remember what I can do to you at will slave” then I shocked her asshole.

“Please master, please stop, I will do anything you ask, just don’t hurt me anymore” she cried.

“Anything?” I asked, holding the prod between her legs.

“Yes master, anything” she bawled, “I can’t take it anymore, please don’t”

“Much too fucking late whore!” I growled and pulled the trigger. “You know to take my offer instantly or suffer the consequences.

I took Batgirl off the barrel and she collapsed to the floor, defeated and crying like a child. “On your knees slave, it is time you tasted your Master’s cock! I bet it’s not the first one you have had in your slut mouth is it?” I growled.

She failed to answer so she took another shot from the prod, “Answer your Master when he asks you a question you stupid little cow!” snarled Martha, kicking the girl in the ribs.

“N…n…no master?” Batgirl stammered, unsure of how to phrase the reply.

“Answer him, NO MASTER! This slut has sucked cocks before” Martha instructed her as she applied a vicious slap to the young crime fighter’s face. “Try again slut, remember, you no longer use words like I or me, you are a slut and slave and will address yourself as such! Forget and I will fry your cunt lips off with a torch!”

Watching Martha, dressed in Supergirl’s costume, sans the shorts which were serving as a gag in Linda’s mouth, abusing Batgirl was a huge turn on. Just hours ago she was terrified of both young girls, now she was helping me ruin them.

“No master, this slave has sucked cocks before” whined poor Barbra Gordon, now regretting she ever took on the persona of Batgirl.

“Would you like to suck our master’s cock” Martha asked the crushed caped crusader, looking at the bulge in my pants and anticipating my desires like a good dungeon mistress. “Crawl to him on your hands and knees. Beg him, say “may this slut suck her master’s cock?”

Frightened of the enraged Martha Kent that seemed to tower over her, Batgirl felt forced to obey, she couldn’t stand anymore punishment by these sick bastards. She rose to her hands and knees and crawled, no more the mighty Batgirl, but a broken fuck toy, crawling on command. No longer she a feared crime fighter, no longer was she the popular girl at school. These evil people had her crawling and begging like a cheap truck stop slut!

“Please Master; may this slut suck your cock?” Batgirl begged softly after kneeling in front of me.

I sat in a chair and ordered, “You may suck me slut, unfasten my pants and get to work!”

“Well Martha, it is time to take your daughter next” I laughed. Looking down at Batgirl I could see her crying, tears flowing from her now dull listless green eyes, it just made me fuck her throat deeper. “You may finger your cunt as a reward you sorry slut” I commanded to further humiliate her. “Do not cum until you beg me for permission, I own that twat, do you understand?”

“I understand master” she answered incorrectly.

Martha waited until my cock was out of her mouth before hitting her with the prod, she didn’t want Batgirl to bite me in a spasm of pain.

“You stupid little flying mouse” snarled the enraged woman clad as Supergirl. “The master offered you a reward by letting you finger your slut hole, and you thank him by answering him incorrectly! There is no I in your vocabulary anymore, that word is for humans! You are a fuck toy slave now, piece of property, not an “I”!”

“Yes mistress” batgirl screamed, frantic to avoid further punishment “This slut understands! I am sorry master, please forgive this slave”

Now my cock was fully erect as she fingered her twat and sucked my cock as ordered. Her mouth was talented, she had obviously been a good date in school, but I wanted to fuck her now. “Get up and bend over the edge of that table whore!” I ordered. “Spread your legs, reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks!” Shocked at my commands, she almost didn’t get the proper answer out before Martha hit her with the prod. She saw Martha raise her arm so she darted to the table, yelling “yes master”, and assumed the required position.

I positioned myself at the entrance to her asshole and began to slowly shove my way into her bowls. It took some doing getting the head of my bitch splitter started in past her tight little ring, and I am sure the pain was horrible for young Barbra, but there is nothing like fucking a young girl’s virgin ass. I pushed in then pulled back a bit, then shoved in deeper several times until my balls touched. “Martha, get under us and lick my nut sack and her twat! I demanded of my other fuck toy. She looked for a second like she might refuse, but her programming was going to allow that! She crawled under us and gingerly stuck out her tongue, she had never been attracted to women, lesbians repulsed her, but her she was obeying my orders to lick the twat of this conquered crime fighter. She thought “I am supposed to be this girl’s mistress, why is master making me do this?” Then she got her answer.

“You see batgirl, even your mistress must obey my commands without question!” I growled as I ass raped her. “You all serve me, my cock is the center of your universe, you exist only to please me, and only exist for as long as you do! Martha, you may finger yourself as a reward for your service, I give you the gift of an orgasm, you may cum when you like!” While I was saying all this out loud I was pressing into Batgirl’s mind for the first time. I had wanted her initial rape to be as horrible as possible so I had left her mind alone up till now.

Martha felt a wave of joy, Master was rewarding her by letting her cum when she wanted! She felt a surge of gratefulness towards her kind owner. ”Thank you Master” she gasped enthusiastically as she fingered her self, and licked my nut sack that hung near Barbra’s cunt.

Barbra Gordon had been a closet lesbian for years, she had dreamed of Supergirl kneeling in front over her, lapping her tight little pink hole with her tongue. This as close enough to her fantasy to be causing her some unwanted feelings in her groin, her cunt was growing wet, Martha’s tongue felt electric every time it passed over her little pink slit, and when it hit her clit, I could feel her shudder. She was near the edge of a huge climax. I pulled out of her ass, she gasped, it sounded like disappointment as my cock mad a loud plop as it came out of her tight ass. When I shoved it into her wet cunt, she gave a short scream, and then a long moan as my full ten inches plowed her cunt.

“Beg your master to cum whore!” growled Martha from beneath us. “I see your nasty twat about to cum! You are enjoying your rape you little slut. Like a truck stop whore, you are enjoying this! Beg, to cum, the master didn’t give YOU the right to cum without permission, he only gave it to me, your mistress because I please him!! If you cum before he gives you permission I will cut your clit off! I will crush it in a pair of vice grips you slutty little whore! Look at your twat drip, my god you are such a slut to want to cum while you are being raped! Only a whore would like that!”

Batgirl couldn’t believe what was happening. It sounded impossible, but she was being raped to a orgasm. She wasn’t a slut! The most sacred of things was being forced from her, and she couldn’t, didn’t want, to stop it. She had read this stuff on the internet, but never believed it could actually happen! Not to her! She always envisioned doing it to someone else! But here it was, and she couldn’t stop it! She was being forced to cum for a kid she hated in school, an inferior male, like a cheap whore. Hell a whore at least got paid; she wasn’t even going to get that! But all this humiliation piled up on her was doing something to her mind and body! She was becoming intensely aroused by it! There was no denying it; she was acting like a cheap whore.

Just as she was about to explode, she felt my fuck pole pull out, and she cried out in despair, “Please don’t stop…m… master! Please fuck this whore, make it cum, please fuck this slut!” It was music to my ears and I plunged back in and in a few strokes I could feel her tense up, clamping down on my fuck pole. Again she begged, “Please master, this slut needs to cum!”

“Cum for your master Batslut!” I commanded. “Cum for me my little servant!” She exploded, bucking like a wild horse under me. Her contractions gripped my cock in her cunt like a vice, it was like a warm wet milking machine and I soon joined her in the throws of a climax. My cum overflowed her cunt, dripping into Martha’s face, coating it. She started to wipe it away but I grabbed her hand stopping her. I grabbed Batgirl by her long red hair and pulled her off the table and forced her to kneel in front of me next to Martha. “Lick my seed from your Mistresses face whore! Lick it off; remember the taste of your master! And Martha, you may have the privilege of licking me clean!”

As Martha licked my balls “It must be horrible, here you kneel at the feet of the man whose father raped you, sucking his fuck pole, swallowing his cum, while he talks about enslaving your daughter. And you can’t stop yourself from fingering your cunt while you do. It makes you so fucking horny, but you can’t cum until you beg me, you don’t even own your own body anymore” I chortled. “She is Supergirl and you, her own mother gave me the key, or the combination to be accurate, of her destruction. It’s just too precious!”

“I will fuck your family for years to cum, get it cum?” I punned. “I know, Linda is my half sister, but I don’ give a fuck. In fact I think I will have you marry me Martha, won’t that make the town talk. Then I can fuck my sister and step daughter! You can sign the farm over to me as well.”

“We are going to raise a new herd here, a herd of white slaves! We might even breed you again, look how well Linda turned out, she would sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars!”

“All the while you will be trapped in a body no longer your own, your own new criminal persona, Black Cat will be taking over permanently soon. You will still be in there, you will see it all and maybe I will take you out and play with you from time to time. Now lick my balls slut, and you may cum now!”

The woman my father had raped, the woman I had enslaved came on my command, unable to contain herself she screamed her lust to the moon.

“Well what cruelty can we heap on your daughter Martha?” I asked.

She wanted to resist, she didn’t want to help rape and break her daughter, but she couldn’t refuse my command, her will was shattered. She summoned the courage to plead with me though.

“Please Master, no, don’t make me do that, leave Linda alone. I will do anything, give you anything, and fuck you anyway you want, but leave my daughter alone. Please Master. I will marry you; I will be your willing slave. We can take many beautiful girls for you to use. Anything to spare Linda.” She begged pretty convincingly. “You even said look better in her clothes.”

“I will make you a wager slave” I offered her. “If she offers to take your place as my wife and slave, I will free her and keep you. If she spurns the offer, you will live up to the promise you just made. You will lead her to me on a leash to deflower while you hold her. Do you have that much faith in your Barbie doll daughter? I will program you both to forget everything that has happened and you can go on with your life as a frustrated slut playing good girl and mommy. Do we have a wager?”

“YES!” she cried, “We will win that bet!”

I ent to the shed and upped Supergirl’s kryptonite radiation exposure, I could hear her screaming as her skin burnt. She thrashed around like a fish on a hook . Then her world once again when black…

Supergirl couldn’t tell how long she had been out, she was stiff and sore, and covered in filth. She remember the details of her capture in her own kitchen, the hell that was the shed where she was suspended spread legged and upside down for what seemed a week. She felt the burn of the hated element kryptonite, but the exposure was less, the pain was bearable, in fact she felt a little stronger and her body was rapidly healing itself. Had that bastard Luther made a mistake? Maybe he didn’t understand what Kryptonite did to her. Maybe he had just found it in the safe and brought it to the kitchen by coincidence. As her vision cleared she tried to look around. Her hands were cuffed behind her, and when she tried to move she felt a sharp pain in breasts! “What the….” She thought, and then she looked down. Her nipples were pierced! Two golden rings were inserted in her pink nubs, and a chain was attached to them! Her costume was split done the middle to below her tits, and they were pulled out over the top exposing her luscious milk bags. The chain lead to a ring on the wall, she realized she was I the training stable where her mom kept her horses. The rings were used to secure ANIMALS her mind screamed to itself. She was tied up like an animal! Her legs were still spread by the bar she had hung from for so long.

Turning her head slightly she could see her mother on he knees prostrated, her head low kissing my feet as I sat in a chair. Her ass was high in the air, legs spread wide. I had her wearing a tiny yellow thong, just big enough to cover her slit, shockingly; Supergirl could see her mother’s cunt carried several piercing. Her nipples were pierced as well, golden rings dangling as she knelt. A dog collar completed her ensemble. Linda noticed she too had a collar.

I saw her eyes open and heard her gasp as she had taken it all in. “Glad you could rejoin us Superslut” I laughed.

“What have you done to me you bastard!” she screamed. “Mother get up! DO not bow to this thug! What are you doing?”

“What she is doing is protecting you whore” I snarled. “She offered herself to me in order to protect you! Hilarious isn’t it, her protecting Supergirl?”

Supergirl looked away in shame for a second, then added “Mother, don’t whore yourself for him! He will do what he is going to do anyway! Get off your knees, don’t act like a slut for God’s sake!”

“She can’t help herself cunt! She IS a slut, just like when my father raped her all those years ago. She got wet when I raped her too! The more you abuse her, the wetter she gets, are you like that too Linda?”

“W…w…what do you mean your father raped her” the Maid of Might whimpered, shocked at the revelation. “Mother, is that true?”

“You may answer her Cat” I ordained.

The newly converted Black Cat answered simply, “Yes Master!”

“No you bastard, release me, fight like a man you coward!” She hurled back in defiance.

I got up and walked over to the bound blond fuck meat, her mother crawled after me like a dog. Without ceremony I slapped her across the face, snapping her head around. “Why would I fight you fair cunt? Is it “fair” you have Super strength and I don’t? Well its fair now slut, you can feel it when I hurt you.” and I slapped her again, this time across her spectacular milk bags.

“I have taken your mother’s mind away from her, given her a whole new personality haven’t I Cat?” I chortled.

“Yes Master” the former prim and proper MRS Kent answered in a husky voice.

“A new personality more suited to her true slutty nature. You see your mother is a wanton whore, your needle cocked “daddy” as you knew Jonathan Kent was never ever to satisfy her, was he Cat?”

“No master” Cat answered.

I grabbed Supergirl by the long blond hair and forced her to look at her mother. “You see Linda, Jonathon was not your daddy, my father was. He raped your mother, well it was rape at first, but by the time he finished with her she was screaming like a cheap whore, begging for more!”

Both women were crying now, tears streaming down their faces. “His fucking her revealed her true inner slut; your mother LIKES being forced to fuck!”

“That’s not true!” screamed Linda, her belief in her mother, in her family shaken to the core.

“Ahh but it is my little cow, it is true no matter how much you care to deny it. By the way your nipples are getting hard, I can see them poking out. Are you getting aroused too? Are you a slut as well, just like your mother?” I teased. “Is your cunt feeling warm?”

“No you sick bastard” she screamed as I cupped her sex in my hand. “You can’t be my brother god damn you! Mother isn’t like that! You have fucked with her mind!”

“Martha is still in there, trapped in the body she once owned, shoved into a small corner of her own brain. Black Cat rules there now, your mother is only a prisoner in a cage. Her only hope is you. Would you like to speak to her? All you have to do is beg to kiss my foot and I will let you.”

“Screw you asshole, I will never beg you for anything!” she spat back in my face.

“Not ready for begging yet, well OK, but your mother wanted to speak to you I think” turning around I had Black Cat stand in front of Supergirl. “OK Martha come on out and speak to your daughter!” I commanded.

You could see the change in Martha’s face and eyes; she became a defeated woman, even her voice changed from husky seductress to shaky captive.

“Please Linda, help me!” she cried. “It is a living hell trapped in here, I can see and hear everything, but I can’t control my own body!” she moaned pitifully. “He makes me do things, horrible things, please help me, please….”

“Well enough of those crap, Cat, bring me my whip” I commanded, changing her back into her evil persona. When she handed me the cat of nine tails she knelt by my feet.

“So you can experience pain for the first time Linda, this is going to be a real treat.” I laughed. My first lash was across her ass, just a light warm up blow that brought more of a yelp than a scream, the next twenty or so lashes brought a better result as she was screaming like an eight year old and crying.

“Now Supergirl, you can end this just by begging to kiss my foot and become my slave.” I offered.

“Never you son of a bitch” she cried, still defiant.

“Well maybe I can’t break you with the whip, perhaps if you watch me hurt your mother you will change your mind” I thought out loud. I knew I could break her with pain, I knew I could break her with my mind, but I wanted her to suffer as much as possible, and humiliating Martha just made her more sex crazed and enslaved her deeper.

There was one of those wooden saddle stands over in the corner, I drug it over in front of Linda and had Martha bend over it obscenely, handcuffing her ankles to on side and her wrist the other. I got some weights and attached them to her nipple rings and one to her clit, she screamed as I swung it like a pendulum.

“What do you think Martha” I asked, bringing Martha to the front of her own mind.

“God it hurts” she sobbed.

“Well we are just getting started slut, but I can see you are lubricating already you little slut, can you see it Linda?” Supergirl just looked away in shame for her mother.

“You watch this super cunt, you watch every second of it and know you can stop it with a few words. If you look away I will blind you with hot needles, do you understand?’ I should.

She nodded her acquiescence and looked at her mother again as she was instructed.

I began whipping the woman’s ass in front of her daughter, occasionally striking the weights hanging from her various piercing, eliciting the most beautiful of screams when ever the lash struck.

Soon her ass was a bright red pattern of painful welts, crossed lines of pain burning like fire. I watched Linda, she was crying but wasn’t about to beg me to stop the pain being inflicted on her mother.

It was time to ramp it up. “Are you going to let your mother suffer because you are too proud to beg to kiss my foot Supergirl? Some super heroine you are! You can’t even save yourself, let alone you friends or your own mother, what a sorry cunt. And look at you, your nipples are as hard as rocks, I bet your cunt is getting wet”! I pulled up her short skirt and sure enough, her blue body suit was a shade darker in the crotch!

“You Kent women are such natural little pain sluts!” I laughed. “But I think your dear mother is past the point of enjoying it, she is in real pain, but you can save here with a few words”

I stopped beating Martha for a few minutes; I wanted to play with batgirl a little in front of Supergirl so she could see how hopeless her situation was. I went to another stall and retrieve my naked flying rodent pet and chained her near Linda, using her collar to secure her face down, ass up to the floor with a very short chain. I dropped her to her knees and pulled her arms back under her, between her wide spread legs and cuffed them to the spreader bar holding her ankles apart. Her cunt and ass couldn’t have been more exposed!

I knew Barbra came out to the farm to ride Martha’s horses fairly often. I asked her “Barbra, did you ever dream of that stallion fucking you as you rode him? I bet you did!” She began to scream into her gag,”NNNNNNNGGGPPPPHHH GGGGAWWDD PPPLLLFFF NNNNNNNN!” she knew what was coming next! I stroked her cunt at as squirmed trying to get away from my hand. “Are you a virgin Batgirl?” I inserted my finger, and sure enough her hymen was intact. I wasn’t going to let that horse have that cherry, it was to damn rare these days I dropped my pants and placed my cock at the entrance to her well lubed fuck hole, her programmed mind caused her to lube at my touch. Slowly I pushed in until I encountered her maidenhead; I pulled back and thrust through it in one hard stroke using her long red hair as leverage She screamed with pain, but I noticed she was fucking me back! She bucked like a bronco, well as much as she could, being in bondage as she was! She was soon drooling around her gag again as she came all over my cock. Her soft wet tightness soon milked the cum from my balls, I came in steaming gallons up her virginal womb.

“Man you were tight Barbra, that horse is going to hurt when he fucks you next!” I laughed. “It’s a good thing all that cum will lube you up!” She did a pretty good job of screaming even with a gag at that suggestion. So I pulled the ball from her mouth.

“Please, don’t let that horse fuck me! “She screamed. “He will ruin me, he will split me in two!” she cried.

“Very likely your cunt will be ruined alright Batgirl, the price you pay for playing dress up and running around being a crime fighter though. I will tell you what, if your best friend over there” I said pointing to Supergirl, “Will beg to take your place, I will let you go intact, only your mind will be altered so you forget this ever happened.”

“Please Linda, please, don’t let that horse fuck me, you know I can’t take it, your cunt will heal, your Supergirl! Please, for God’s sake Linda, help me!” Batgirl screamed. “Don’t let me raped by an animal, for God’s sake have mercy”

I looked at Supergirl, she just hung her head in shame and whispered “I am sorry Barbra, but I just can’t please forgive me!”

“You sorry selfish CUNT!” screamed Batgirl. “You god damn worthless fucking whore! You can heal! I can’t, I can’t! PLEASE LINDA, you are my friend!” Apparently friendship only goes so far, Supergirl just looked away in silence.

I went out and got one of Martha’s prize horses, I led the stallion over Batgirl, he had covered ponies before, never one this small he thought, but he knew what to do!. He was just about to plunge in when I heard a familiar voice shout “WAIT!” I knew that voice, it was my mother!

I spun around and was shocked to see her sanding there! And that wasn’t half of my surprise! She was wearing a red leather dominatrix costume! My heart damn near stopped, I had no fucking idea of what was happening. I knew Batgirl and Supergirl had been chasing a villain called Red Devil for months now, but here she was, and it was my MOTHER for crying out loud. Dear sweet MOM! My mind just couldn’t get around it.

“Stop staring son, get back to fucking these bitches over!” she commanded. I couldn’t move, I was just standing there with my cock sticking straight out in front of me dripping my cum and Batgirl’s cunt juices as she walked by. She looked down appreciatively at my cock and ran her red gloved finger along it as she passed. “Hung like your daddy” she said as she licked her finger clean. I damn near blew another nut just from that.

She turned on her spiked heels and said, “Your daddy would have been proud son, look at what you have done! This was his dream too!”

“W…w…w…what, H…h…how, when, did all of this start mom? “ I asked incredulously, my jaw flapping like a fish out of water.

“Nine months before you were born, your father and I were just getting started” she began. Martha’s dad repossessed our trailer when Lex lost his job, your father was too proud to take money from my parents so we lost everything. We were living out of a van. We decided after getting drunk one night to get revenge on Martha’s parents, he was going to rob them. He did too, but he found little Martha at home and soon the little slut was begging for his cock, I was there, she didn’t know it, but I heard it all. Lex took movies too; I still have them on a disk. He told her if she called the cops we would ruin her reputation. On the way home your father fucked me like no man has before or since, he then dropped me off at my parents where we had left you and went on to town; he was going to show Martha’s parents the tapes, show them what a wanton little whore she is. Unfortunately he had a wreck and died on the way to town, I suspect he was jerking off to the tape. The cops returned the camera to me; I guess they never looked at the tape.

“I stayed with your grandparents, never remarried, but I always planned sweet vengeance on Martha here. You were born the same night Linda was, the night the meteorite passed over and landed on the Kent farm. I guided you from a far, who do you think gave you access to that research that lead to your breakthrough? I took up crime as the Red Devil to pay the bills as the Pharmacy wasn’t making much money.”

“The thing I haven’t told you yet is that you gained powers that night you were born like Martha’s little fuck toy whelp over there. As you grew we realized you could control people’s minds, forcing your will on them. After Linda killed Jonathon with that tractor, I realized children with Super Powers could be dangerous! For your safety, and everybody else’s around you I developed a drug to subdue your abilities, so you could grow up normal. You never really needed to take those drugs for headaches; in fact they caused the headaches so you would keep taking them. It suppressed you mental ability to project your will on people. But as you have noticed, I have reduced the dosage in your pills, you can feel your power growing can’t you? How powerful you will grow I don’t know, but I think you may even be able to alter people physically using their own mind!”

We were snapped out of our little family meeting by Supergirl who shouted, “Oh my god, your whole family are freaks!”

The Red Devil took the whip lying on the floor and with out a word slashed across Supergirl’s back with it, Supergirl screamed in agony as the whip fell on her over and over again.

“See son, you don’t have to be gentle with this one, she will heal quickly if you reduce the exposure to kryptonite. Now that poor horse has been patient long enough” laughed the evil red clad dominatrix.

The stallion was still standing near Batgirl, his massive cock dangling. Batgirl up to her feet after un-cuffing her arms and maneuvered her under the stallion, his massive cock rubbing between her legs. The stirrups provided a handy place to cuff her wrist; I took a strap they use to blanket a horse and wrapped it around the horses back and under Batgirls belly just forward of where she was bent over at the waist pulling her tight against the belly of the stallion. The Red Devil crawled under the horse and guide his cock to the entrance of Barbra Gordon’s tight little fuck hole. The horse got the idea real quick and began to thrust forward, spreading the girl’s virginal twat almost to the tearing point. The powerful thrust from the animal soon drove his massive member deep into her, bottoming out on her cervix. In and out he thrust, ruining her tight little cunt. I don’t think she was ever going to have children after that reaming!

Her screams were heart rending, it was a shame I didn’t have much of a heart. I got tired of it in a few minutes and put a gag back in. Her NNNNOOOMMMWWWPPPP! GGGAAAWWWDDDDDD NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOO!” was still audible, but not so ear piercing.

The Red Devil went back to beating the hell out of Supergirl. I hauled the whimpering Caped Crusader up to a hook that dropped down from the ceiling. I hooked her handcuffed wrist to the hook and cranked it upward, leaving her bent at the waist, her tits hanging under her fully exposed to my cruel mother. The maid of Might’s uniform was in tatters. Her ass was a flaming criss cross of red welts as were her tits. Mom was now whipping her cunt striking upwards between the girl’s legs.

I walked over to where Supergirl was sagging now, unable to hold herself up. I pulled her head up by her hair. Her eye was black and her lips were split, all the earlier defiance was gone from her face.

“Open your mouth slut; suck my cock clean from where I raped your best friend because you were too proud to help her. Look what it got her, she is ruined, and we will sell tickets for people to take tours through her gapping cunt! She offered no resistance as I shoved my slimy cum covered cock down her throat. She could taste my cum, Barbra’s as well, and even the blood from Batgirl’s cherry.

“Look Martha, your little girl has learned her place, sucking my cock clean after I raped her friend with it! How does it taste Superslut! Check her slit mother, I bet she gets wet like her mother when you rape her face!”

The red clad dominatrix ran her finger up Supergirl’s slit and held it up, the shiny material clearly showing the moisture from Supergirl’s sex. She walked triumphantly over to Martha, “Look Martha, your little slut is wet for my son as he rapes you all. She is a pain slut like you! Come on Martha, I know you are in there, say something”

“My poor child” is all she could say. “What have you done to her?’

“We just exposed her true nature, like you she is a slut; she wants to be raped, to be forced to fuck.” I growled. “The humiliation just makes her wetter. You two are going to make such great pets! Your lives are over; finally I have my revenge you cow. Speaking of live stock, look at that stud ruin Barbra!” Just as I said that the stallion blew a huge amount of sperm all over Batgirl. I took him out and retied him in another stall.

The once proud crime fighter called batgirl remained bound, face down in a puddle of horse cum. She was literally coated in it.

“Well Linda, lets try this cattle prod on your cunt” I growled s I headed towards her with it in my hand. “Unless you are willing to beg to kiss my feet, and submit to me as a slave, it is your choice slut. You will submit, but you can save yourself an awful lot of pain in the mean time just by begging a little bit. You missed the prod being used on Barbra didn’t you? Well watch this”, I reached over and touched it to the tender cunt lips of her mother! The beautiful woman let out a blood curdling scream; she tried to free her self from her bonds to no avail as she thrashed about.

“Linda, you can save your mom all that pain, you know what you need to do.” I offered again as I touched the prod to her mother’s asshole.

“Please GGAAWWWDDD make it stop screamed Martha s I held the probe in place for what must have seemed like an eternity to her. The Red Devil pulled Martha’s head up by her hair. “I have a better use for that mouth than all that screaming” she chortled as she undid the fasteners holding the crotch of incredibly erotic costume together. “Eat my cunt whore, lick my fuck hole clean! I wanted to fuck your face the first time I saw it, I was glad I had been there to help Lex SR. take you cherry! I wish he had let me rape your mouth!”

When I hit her with the prod again, her screams were muffled in mother’s cunt. “Well Supergirl, are you going to save your mom?” I asked.

“FUCK HER, FUCK ALL OF THEM! LET ME OUT OF HERE” she screamed. To hell with that slut, keep her for a slave, your mom wants her, just let me go, please, I can’t take this, I don’t wan to be a slave. Please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I swear, I would be too embarrassed. Please”

“What about Barbra and Martha, are you just going to leave them here to me and the stallion?” I asked

“They are done ruined, there is nothing I can do about that!” she exclaimed. “They might as well stay here as your slave, nobody else will want the fucked out little whores!”

“Mom let Martha up for a second” I ordered. “Did you girls all hear that? Supergirl wants me to release her and keep you all as slaves instead? What do you think of that?”

“You rotten little cunt”, snarled a cum drenched Batgirl, I thought we comrades, you are nothing but a sniveling little coward, a traitor to your own kind, you would sell us out. You whore!”

“No honey, please for the love of God” cried Martha, “you don’t know what you are doing!’

“I don’t give a fuck” Supergirl screamed, “I have to get out of this hell, you are all fucked up anyway, you might as well be slaves, or dead. I want to live my life!”

“Well Martha, looks like we are engaged unless you want to renege on your bet” I laughed. “Now Supergirl, I am never going to release you. You could have saved your friends and mother though had you been a real hero. You mom gambled her freedom on your character, had you asked to take her place, as she begged to take yours, I would have freed you all. Now you will become my step daughter, sister and sex toy all rolled into one. Your mom will give you to me as a wedding present!”

I smashed Linda across the face again, and then lowered the stunned girl to the floor. She struggled to get up, but the best she could do was try to crawl away. I took the prod and put it to her ass after turning it up a couple settings. Her screams reverberated in the stables. She flopped over trying to escape me and the prod, but that just let me get to her breasts. Then I hit her exposed crotch.

“Oh god, please stop, please” she begged.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO SLUT!” I screamed “If you want it to stop kiss my foot and call me master!

Her pride finally collapsed under the pain, she rolled over and gingerly kissed my foot. I used it to kick her in the face. “YOU WILL BEG to kiss my foot slave, you do not presume to touch me with out asking. Now let’s here it, and loud enough your friends and mother n hear it!”

“P…p…please M…m…ma…master, may I kiss your foot” she cried, her body jerking with her sobs.

“There some real progress at last, I was beginning to think you were too stupid to get it!” I laughed. “But since you fucked up and kissed my foot before you had permission you will need to be punished. Crawl over to bat girl and lick the horse cum off of her, then lick her poor sore cunt until she comes. Ask her to let you kiss her bo bo like a little girl! Do it now or I will slice your tits off and see if they will grow back!”

She looked in my eyes and knew I was serious; she crawled to Barbra and began to lick cattishly at the mess. “Get licking you sorry bitch, and apologize for letting her be raped by a fucking barn yard animal when you could have stopped it.

Watching one young beauty lick the horse cum off another was giving me a raging hard on. Well with all these nice holes around here, I shouldn’t have to look too hard for a place to drain my balls. I walked up behind the still bound over the saddle stand Martha and ran my finger up her slit, she was sopping wet. True to form, raping her got her cunt lubing and apparently my mother’s rape of her mouth was turning her on!

I plunged balls deep into her tight slick cunt and looked across her back as the Red Devil rubbed her cunt on Martha’s talented mouth. I never noticed how good she looked before, but she had always kind of dressed frumpy, I had never seen her like this before. I know that’s sick, but hell, what had I done in the last few years that wasn’t?

I stuck a finger in Martha’s ass and I could hear her scream into Mom’s cunt. I pulled out and positioned my cock against her tight little sphincter and began shoving it in, she was really thrashing around now as I finally worked the full ten inches into her bowels where I soon exploded. I have never cum that hard in my life! And the hot load of slime triggered a climax in poor ravaged Martha, my cum ran out of her as and flowed down her long tanned legs.

“Make Linda lick that mess up” panted my mother as she fastened her uniform. She went and pulled Supergirl off Batgirl by her hair, “Suck your master’s cum out of your mother’s ass or I will cut your cunt lips off myself!” She commanded, leaving no room for disobedience. The film of that act alone brought millions on the internet. I mean Supergirl licking a man’s cum from the ass of another woman? Are you kidding me! Her mother no less!

Epilogue- Six weeks later.

It was my wedding day, a small affair held in the neatly tended garden at the farm. Only immediate family, our pets, and a few crime lords my mother knew. One of my accomplices from school was my best man. He couldn’t believe how far I had come, pun intended. He worked at a BDSM shop part time and brought several very interesting wedding gifts.

I had gotten Barbra and Linda to get their cheerleader squad friends out to the farm where they were all given the slut maker treatment, their brains fully programmed, they were now serving the snacks and drinks at the wedding, as well as serving as party favors for anyone with a hard on.

Martha made a radiant bride. She wore a very short white skirt, her white thong visible whenever she moved, long with a white bikini top with just enough material to cover her nipples, all the piercing clearly visible through the thin cloth. Tall white spiked heels completed the ensemble. God she looked fuckable!

There was an old wrought iron arbor in the garden where we held the ceremony; Supergirl was led by her mother up the aisle on her hands and knees. Her costume had been modified. It now was a blue v shaped mockery of her former uniform, the two straps down the front were only about an inch wide, they served to squeeze her breast together from the sides, and her pierced nipples were exposed. At the point of the V in the crotch you could see a prominent gold ring through her clit. In back the two sides joined into one narrow strip that ran up the crack of her ass, up near her shoulder blades the strip split in two to form the front.

A golden chain was fastened to her clit ring; there was another chin around her hips with a ring in front, the chain from her clit passed through that ring and up to another on her throat collar. Two more chains lead to the same place, but they originated at her nipples. All three were clipped to a lead strap, so in effect she was being lead by her clit. Any pressure on the lead pulled her nipples and clit upright and forward. I had trouble figuring out how to get the famous “S” on her uniform since there was so little of it. Ian figured it out for me; her logo was now tattooed to her chest! We did take some liberties with her trademark symbol though. Instead of a rather plain S in a yellow shield Ian stylized it, angling the top slightly and making it look like a dollar sign, then in smaller letters after the “S” he spelled out uperwhore. So in effect it read $uperwhore! It had to be painful, that was a LOT of tattooing! Ian seemed to enjoy doing it though, he wouldn’t take any money! Tall red boots that extended over her knees with “fuck me” high heels rounded out her costume.

Batgirl got to keep her kinky cowl, but her costume was given a similar make over, her chest was tattooed with a mockery of the famed Bat symbol. In the middle of the yellow circle it had a black female form in a bat costume being fucked by a horse! It was a good thing Batgirl had big tits, it took a lot of room and was clearly visible from quit a distance.

The vows went something like this, “Do you Martha Kent take this man to be your husband and absolute Lord and Master? To suck and fuck at his whim, to suck and fuck whom ever he commands, to obey without hesitation?

She sobbed an “I do”

“Do you Lex Luther take this woman s your property, to have and to hold as long as you wish, including all her property and children?”

“I do” I shouted

“I pronounce you man and property” exclaimed the preacher whose mind I didn’t have to alter all that much to convert into one sick puppy, he was half way there already. He was fucking half his congregation by now. “You may fuck the slut. Do you have a ring?”

I did, and I put it in her nose!

“Martha, I am going to take your wedding present now, put her on the table and spread her legs for me!” I commanded. “Then lick her cunt and get it wet for me slut!” She looked at me shocked, but she dared not disobey. She led Supergirl to the empty table and put her on it, forcing her to spread her legs. She whispered to Linda, “It will be over soon honey, I am so sorry.” She then started licking her daughter, first her breast, then down that flat hard belly. Supergirl’s nipples hardened instantly, and soon her cunt was lubricating in spite of the awful knowledge that it was her mother doing this to her and she was about to lose her cherry to a rapist.

Soon I couldn’t I stand it anymore; I dropped my pants and pushed Martha out of the way and thanked her, “Thank you wife for preparing your daughter to be raped!” I stood between her spread legs and looked down at her, and then I placed my swollen cock against her most private of openings and slowly pushed in until I hit her hymen. I backed up a bit, then grabbing her milk bags for leverage I thrust in again hard, taking her innocence s I did. She screamed in pain as I sawed in and out, but she was lubed up pretty good and soon the fucking got easier.

“Get over here slut” I commanded Martha. When she stood next to me I grabbed her hair and forced her face down to Linda’s belly, inches from where my cock slid in and out of her daughter’s raped cunt. “Can you see Martha; can you see your slut daughter fucking me back? She is a pain slut just like you whore! You thought you were raising a Super hero to fight evil, but all you did was raise a cheap pain slut like yourself! Finger your cunt whore while you watch me rape your child! I bet your cunt is already wet isn’t it! Answer me slut!”

“Yes master, my cunt is wet” she sobbed. “You know it is, you know my weakness! God help me I can’t stop it as much as I hate it, you bastard! God help us!”

I came deep in Linda’s womb, gallons of scalding cum. When I finally pulled out I ordered poor Martha to lick me clean, she could taste my cum, and her daughters, Linda had cum at least twice, juices leaked from her twat over the edge of the table.

“People, listen to me, please listen up” I announced to the noisy crowd. “The cheerleaders are yours to use for free, my step daughter Supergirl here though is a working whore, and it will cost to fuck her!” A groan went up, and then someone shouted “How much?” “Well she IS a cheap whore, five dollars a fuck, two dollars a blow job!” I laughed, “If you don’t have the cash Martha will loan it to you, she will be collecting for her daughter!” I added as a final humiliation I had her working as her daughter’s pimp. The wedding party lasted three days. Batgirl’s animal act was a huge success as well. Everybody that attended agreed it was the best party ever.

After Martha and I were wed and Linda became my step daughter, and her crime fighting days were over. We kept her weakened with a collar laced with Kryptonite. Linda did get to wear the uniform now and again when she services her step dad, mother in law, or the occasional underworld figures my mother brings home to rape her. She spends her nights in a stall chained to the floor by her clit ring.

Batgirl has the stall right next to her, she has adapted to her life as a pony girl and animal sex act pretty well. She doesn’t speak anymore, she only whinnies and makes horse sounds. She is a great favorite at parties, very entertaining. She gets a bit jealous when the Stallion actually breeds someone else, but that’s the way it goes. We got a big dog that she likes almost as much for when the horse is busy. Her videos make us a lot of money.

As mother predicted my abilities grew to the point where I could alter peoples body with my thoughts. Poor Barbra’s cunt grew back tight as a virgin’s every night, so each time an animal fucked her it hurt like hell. Mom had me adjust her back to how she looked twenty years ago, gradually so people wouldn’t notice.

At any one time we keep 10-12 girls around in various stages of training on the farm. We get them from all over. I have them sold to me by mothers hooked on our drug, fathers send them to me to be trained as replacements for their mothers, and we have seen any number of reasons for training them. We also use the cheerleaders at the High School for parties for wealthy clients, then erase their memories and send them home. A horse farm is a magnet for women by the way, we never have any trouble getting them to come out and ride the horses.

Mom kept the store, it is to good a source of drugs to sell and to use to enslave new girls with, but she lives at the farm with us. I asked if she wanted to capture Batman for a husband, turns out she prefers women, helpless slave women lapping her cunt to be exact. I have a hard time keeping her off my wife’s face sometimes. By the way, my wife is pregnant, with twin girls!

I have been digging through Supergirl’s computer; I now know most of the so called super heroes’ secret identities. I noticed that Wonder Woman sure had a nice set of tits, and our dairy barn was underutilized, maybe a Birthday present for my wife…. And that Americana would make a nice addition to the milking shed too!