Enjoying the spoils of war 5

It was a week after his biggest capture yet as Ivy finally surrendered. After swearing her vow and seeing Catwoman in her pet form, she had fallen asleep on the floor. At that point Matt had already turned around and made good on his promise to water the plants he had instrumentalized to break her, also adding some fertilizer for good measure. The greenery itself would be left in the cell for Ivy to take care of later.

Turning around, he saw that Selena had approached her exhausted friend and stroked her masked face with her exposed cheek, purring softly. With a laugh, Matt bent down and undid the straps keeping the gasmask pressed to the well sculptured green face. Removing it, he was treated to a surprise. After a week confined in airtight latex normal people would reek of sweat and most likely other things, but his new **** seemingly was special. Her natural body odour consisted mainly of roses and smelled better than any expensive perfume could ever archive. If possible, he would ask her to produce some fragrances for his other slaves to wear soon.

Matt raised the table from the ground and heaved her onto it in a comfortable sleeping position. Looking at his feet, he addressed the little kitten “Come on pussycat, let your friend have some rest.” She followed dutifully into the control room.

Once they arrived, he bent down to the restraint Catwoman once more “have you learned your lesson by now, kitty? Or do you want to stay on all fours forever?” The feline villainess did not need another word. Nodding violently, she conveyed her readiness to submit. Matt actually felt a bit sad as seeing her struggle with her situation had been very enjoyable to him and the growing harem over the past days and weeks. On the other hand, once she had surrendered, he could order her back in this position at any time he wanted. Alternatively, he could just get a new pet, maybe a new dog.

“Ok, but you will have to be a patient pet and wait till all the others are ready to help in your… application process. It would also be unfair to not invite Ivy after you just witnessed her introduction to my services.” Catwoman released a silent wail. Now that she had decided to submit, every hour she was denied her opportunity felt like a lifetime. But she had to abide by her master’s wish and nodded her (unneeded) consent to hold out a bit longer.

A few hours later as it was growing dark outside, Matt and all his slaves had assembled in their underground gym. Looking around, he felt an incredible pride as he saw all the powerful and gorgeous women, he now owned standing in a circle. On his left side towered Wonder Woman, the statuesque woman was dressed in a black bra and panties set as well as black stockings and garter belt in tone with her raven hair. Her tall figure was enhanced by 6’ red high heels, giving her legs and butt an additional push of roundness. To her side stood Spider-Gwen and Batgirl, both mainly dressed in their well-known costumes. However, both were equipped with Matt’s presents, ballet heels for the blonde and the locking, vibrating butt plug inside the redhead – as Batgirl’s costume had always featured heeled boots, Matt hadn’t exchanged them yet, despite his preference for higher heels.

Opposite of him slightly to the right, the still denied Supergirl stood in all her glory. Her costume had stayed untouched so far, so she was dressed in her blue body with the symbolic S and long sleeves secured on her fingers as well as her cute red skirt and boots – Matt’s next shopping trip would definitely involve new, sexier shoes for her. The only difference in her get-up was currently not obvious, Kara was not wearing her red panties anymore. Matt had kept the wet piece of clothing as a trophy after an earlier teasing session. Her uneasy stance and slight shifting held his view for a while before continuing to her right.

Canary was also dressed in her regular outfit minus her leather jacket as it was not necessary indoors. Her black bustier top and fishnet stockings were in their usual place and she also wore her regular black ankle boots – which in Matt’s eyes soured the look a bit although they were probably better suited for fighting. Whether she was wearing panties was unknown to him as he had not seen her dress, however the tight leather body indicated that she might not.

Completing the circle, on his right stood Poison Ivy, his newest **** and Catwoman’s oldest friend. The botanist had created a leafy green dress and opera gloves by using her superpowers. Something Matt was really happy about as she now had a really classy look, even combined with the absurdly high boots he loved to see her in. In addition, it was skin-tight as it had literally grown out of it. Showing off the gentle curves of her moderate tits and subtle butt perfectly, it gave her the sway of a devious femme fatale. Her left butt cheek was also the current resting place of his right hand as he observed the centre of the room.

In the middle of their small circle Catwoman looked around, watching the faces of her former friend and enemies towering above her. Even though they were enslaved to her master, it looked menacingly to see them all above her while she was tightly bound and she wanted out of this situation as soon as possible. Her initial resistance had broken a long time ago and all that happened since then was just a reminder of her new status, really driving home the fact that she was nothing but his property. Right now, finally becoming her master’s **** for real and earn her place at his feet dominated her mind. It had become an essential need, she desperately wanted to fulfil. The only stronger feeling perhaps was originating from her sopping, ignored pussy…