It's matchday

The next few days continued in the same tone as Batgirls first training day. He would split his time in the basement between training her ass and Gwen’s throat. Both of them were becoming increasingly accustomed to their ordeal as well as increasingly sexually frustrated. Matt would play with their bodies while he used them, but he never allowed them to cum. His philosophy was that orgasms are a gratification that needed to be earned through dedication and submission.

After nearly two weeks, both girls were living in a mixture of absolute agony and burning sexual need. Both were now tied to the tables in their rooms. He had released Gwen from her suspension as he didn’t want to risk any permanent damage to her joints or nervous system. After all they were less durable than Wonder Woman had been.

Considering their horned-up state and the increasing compliance he was receiving from them, Matt decided that it was time to throw them a bone. Or at least one of them.

He entered Gwen’s cell first. She was surprised to feel him release her bonds bit by bit. The cruel hogtie went first, then the crossing ropes on her legs and at last the cruel armbinder and even the ringgag. Finally, she was free to move her stiff body and jaws. She was so happy over this simple thing that she actually started to cry. Her hard work over the past weeks – at least she thought it were weeks – had paid off. By now she could deepthroat his 8’ monster and she would do it gladly anytime he visited her.

Actually, having no human contact but her captor and being fully reliant on him had caused a solid case of Stockholm-syndrome within the young spider. Her youth had made her easily susceptible to it.

Now only restraint by the mittens still concealing her hands, she felt almost naked. Soon however, Matt added a new accessory to her body, her very own collar. It wasn’t made out of titanium like Wonder Woman’s but rather stainless steel, otherwise the design was the same.

Confused about what to do, the young (former) heroine sank to her knees and offered her well-trained mouth and throat to her master. Matt chuckled and indicated for her to rise up again. “Good effort ****, that’s a nice position to take in my presence, but today I need you to come with me.” With that he led her from her cell.

He did something similar to Batgirl. She was unshackled from the table and her gag was removed. However, since she wasn’t nearly as broken as Gwen, he left her chains as they were for now and added a collar just like Gwen’s.

The last two weeks had taken her toll on Batgirl’s body. She hadn’t worked out in 2 weeks and was starting to slightly lose the definition in her muscles. Matt disliked that as he had always liked the form of feminine muscles – the athletic not the bodybuilder kind. However, he couldn’t risk giving her enough freedom for unsupervised training until she was at least as broken as Gwen better even as Diana. She too was temporarily evicted from her cell.

Her master led Batgirl through the concrete structure that she thought to be a relatively big bunker. She was led outside her cell and tried taking in as many details as she could, still believing that one day she might be able to use this knowledge for her escape.

There were at least 4 more similar doors on her right side down the corridor. Right now, she was inside what seemed to be the main room, it had a wooden office desk with a chair, a bed, kitchen appliances and the furniture of a small living room. She saw multiple closed regular wooden doors which she couldn’t put into perspective right now.

One of these doors seemed to be their current destination. They passed through it and Batgirls couldn’t believe her eyes.

As Matt entered the bunkers largest room with Batgirl in tow, he heard her draw in a sharp breath. He knew she wasn’t surprised about the small gym he had built in the past weeks, using his existing machines as well as some brand-new stuff. What had struck her was the vision of her two former allies standing before her. In the middle of the room waited a submissively kneeling Spider Gwen - still in her suit and mittens – and Wonder Woman, standing tall in an assortment of lingerie her master had gifted her for her services. She was a wet dream in black, dressed in a lace set of bra and panties with added pantyhose and garter belt. Any lingerie model had nothing on her. In her hand she held her powerful glowing lasso of truth.

“Wonder Woman, quick free me and we can…” Batgirl started with hope.

“I will do no such thing Barbara, my master still has plans for you two” Diana extinguished that flame of hope right away.

Batgirl opened and closed her mouth silently a few times. She had no idea what she should answer to that.

That’s when their master took the stage. “Enough talk for now, its time to start with todays main event. It will please you to hear, that one of you gets to cum today.” This revelation made the two frustrated captives perk up.

“We will have a little competition. In a minute, we will undo your bindings and you two will have a friendly match” he informed them. “The one of you who that first incapacitates the other wins and gets to cum on my cock today. The loser will be returned to her cell”

“Just in case that you think about working together to flee, I assure you that it has been taken into account. Let’s just say lovely Diana here is not only present as todays referee and your collars are not only a fashion statement.”

As planned, he and Wonder Woman released the slaves from their bindings. He quickly stripped Gwen in order to save her lovely outfit from the possible destruction of the fight. Then he ordered the two naked caprives to start.