A pleasurable wake-up call and an interesting training day

In the morning, Matt slowly came back to consciousness. His entire body felt like it was floating. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized why. He had fallen asleep on the basement bed surrounded by his three slaves.

He was laying on his back with Gwen and Batgirl in his arms, their perky tits pushing into his sides and warming him in the chilly air of the former nuclear shelter. He couldn’t see Wonder Woman at the moment, but the warm feeling on his hardening cock and the movement under the covers gave him a pretty good indication on where she might have gone. He informed her of his wakening by slightly thrusting his hips upwards and ramming his dick into her throat. She answered with a surprised yelp and intensified her sucking with undisturbed vigour.

His rapid movements had also shaken the two girls on his sides which also started to wake up slowly. Greeting them both with a passionate kiss, he pulled them deeper into his embrace as he leaned back into the pillows.

The young heroines lazily nibbled on his ears and kissed his neck while he fully enjoyed Wonder Woman’s blowjob. With the progress of Gwen’s training he had used her throat less and less but now he got a happy reminder to diversify the usage of his girls. Her technique was still a bit better than what the young spider had to offer, although the added benefit of bringing someone to orgasm just by sucking his dick made fucking the blonde more enjoyable.

He quickly came under the ministrations of his oldest **** and emptied his balls into her mouth. The deposit was surprisingly large for someone who had 7 orgasms the prior evening. The grateful amazon quickly shared her master’s gift with her new sisters in a sloppy three-way kiss, making sure that Matt got the best possible view of the three heroines exchanging his cum.

Once the little show had ended, Matt quickly rose from the sheets as he wasn’t interested in spending his entire day in bed. Making his way up the stairs, he left the lower shower free for his slaves and went to prepare himself on the upper levels.

He spent the next hours away from his growing harem, mainly occupying himself with errands. He gave a little care to his growing garage, doing maintenance on his van, Catwoman’s bike and the pick-up truck he had bought used a few weeks ago. Intent on keeping the new vehicle hidden for his next hunt, he used the van for a short trip to the grocery stores, where he spread his large shopping list over multiple locations to avoid suspicion. In the end, he had enough food and supplies to last them for weeks if not months.

Back at home he stashed away the new supplies and made its way back to his super prison. It seemed that his girls were still satisfied from their orgy as for once none of them were engaged in any kind of sexual act. For now, they were either getting refreshed in the shower or training in the gym. Matt was happy, as he needed them on full power in case of emergencies. He quickly announced his presence but told them to continue with their current plans as he had some of his own.

With quick assured steps, he entered cell number three. Inside Catwoman was still confined to her animalistic position. Her well-trained limbs had started to cramp by now and her jaw hurt like hell. She wanted out… badly.

As her captor stepped into the room, the prisoner’s head perked up as she clumsily tried to turn on her elbows and knees. Her master waited patiently by the door and let his **** make the needed effort to see him. Even this small movement took an enormous amount of energy in her current bondage. As Catwoman could finally look into her captor’s eyes, he started walking and stepped past her to the other side of the room. Once again, the bound villain turned towards him and once again, he stepped past her.

They repeated this manoeuvre multiple times further frustrating Catwoman until she changed her tactic. As soon as she had turned towards Matt’s position by the door, she started a wobbling walk towards him. This time he held his position as she approached him. The raven-haired beauty was elated as she could finally approach him. By the time she reached his feet her gait had become steadier.

“Well done, little kitty” he praised her as he grabbed inside his back pocket. Soon Catwoman’s neck was decorated with a collar similar to those of his other slaves only that hers was made out of flexible leather. “Come girl, we’re going for a walk.” He attached a leash to a small D ring on its front and led her out of the cell.