Maximum security

With the hard fighting out of the way, Matt could finally start the work he actually enjoyed. He grabbed his bag full of items and the handcuffs brought by Canary before approaching Ivy. He didn’t know if those shackles would completely negate the botanist’s powers, so he decided to stay with his original plan for now.

The first step was to strip his captive completely nude. All of her clothes could easily be pulled down. First came the boots with the incredible heels. Revealing Ivy’s dainty feet, he noted that she had actually painted her toenails to fit her deep red hair, he liked that pattern. Next was the one piece that covered her entire torso. Pulling down, he unveiled her smallish breasts – compared with his remaining girls at least – with slightly reddish nipples. Her body wasn’t defined and muscly like those of his other slaves’. She was by no means fat however and came closer to the generally advertised body type of a runway model; tall and slender. Interestingly, her green tights were now her last piece of clothing. Matt couldn’t suppress a grin as he noted the absence of underwear below her outfit. Then again, she might be able to grow leaves if she needed modesty.

He didn’t have much time to inspect her since she could be waking back up any minute and he wanted her to be bound by then. For her, he had decided on a full-body approach and brought a thick green latex Catsuit which he began squeezing her body into. Matt wasn’t sure, if it was necessary to cover her entire skin, but better safe than sorry. Once she was squeezed into the constricting material, he closed the zipper at its back and locked it with a small padlock to ensure her full enclosure. In addition to keeping her powers in check, the suit would also hinder her movements due to the heavy material.

Ivy’s gorgeous face was the next thing that needed to be covered. One of his clave collars was added to her neck, it locked into place around her throat and hid the zipper of her new outfit, further securing it. Other than his usual collars this one had a small groove on its top. It was needed to add the most important part of her bondage. A heavy hood equipped with a strong gas mask and tinted security glass. Matt put it on her head and turned it until it clicked into place, locked to the collar. With her body covered her powers were contained, at least he hoped they were.

Now he could bind her like he would every other woman. Her hands were locked into the heavy handcuffs he had acquired from the two heroines. Since she was effectively blind behind the tinted glass, he only bound a length of rope between her ankles to hobble her and otherwise left her relatively free. After tying her to a nearby post with a small rope linked to her collar, he left her alone to check on the others.

When he reached Wonder Woman, she had already wrapped her lasso tightly around Supergirl’s gorgeous nude body. Her wrists were bound palm to palm behind her back as were her elbows. Her D-cups were now bulging through an intricate rope harness that squeezed them out obscenely.

From her tits the rope led down to her nether regions where Wonder Woman had passed it through her legs and back up to her wrists, forming a very uncomfortable and tight crotch rope that was now wedged deeply between the blondes puffy pussylips – she was shaved almost bare, leaving a small triangular landing strip. The rope also drew her hands down towards her but cheeks, making any movement basically impossible without irritating her cunt. Then Diana had led the rope down towards her captive’s feet and bound them, effectively hogtying the kryptonian. Some more ties at her knees were added before the rope was finally tied off.

“I’m impressed, Diana” he praised his **** while gently groping her clothed butt.

“Thanks master, I thought I had failed you” she squealed with delight.

“How could you?” he asked rhetorically. “Your match up was disadvantageous from the start. If you would have failed it would have been my fault as your master, but I knew you could do it” he explained. “I didn’t expect such an amazing tie though” the amazon blushed “and with a single rope as well. I guess you being a massive bondage slut has more benefits than I realized” he chuckles.

He rewarded his **** with a short but heated kiss while he grabbed her amazing butt. As they separated, he had Wonder Woman carry the bundled Kara over to her friend.

The second blonde was still covered in spider webs. With Gwen’s return, she had stopped struggling as it was now entirely futile to fight the bondage if it could be renewed instantly.

Dinah Drake heard a thumb next to her and with great effort turned her head towards the sound. Her heart stopped for a second as she saw what had been dropped next to her. Supergirl lay on the ground, strung up like a turkey and as it seemed ****. The rope was cutting into her friend’s perfect skin and the glow told her who the other attacker was. All hope of rescue was gone with Supergirl’s capture and Canary had to fight the tears welling up in her eyes. The betrayal of Wonder Woman hurt so much.

The webs that kept her prisoner were soon removed and she was roughly pulled to her feet by the amazon. She knew that struggling was useless and could only put up a token resistance as she looked into her former allies’ eyes with a mixture of betrayal and fear while Matt and Gwen stripped her well-developed body. They bound her wrist behind her back with rope and then went to work on the rest. Soon enough her body was in a similar position to Supergirl’s. Multiple ropes had been used, but she was also hogtied and equipped with a breast harness and crotch rope equally cruel.

At last both heroines were laid on their sides, facing each other’s genitals. Their future master used two small coils of rope to **** their heads between the other’s legs. While they Supergirl’s mouth wasn’t stuffed as Canary’s, the older blonde’s pussy would do the job fine as well.

Wonder Woman got the job of carrying the bundled blondes in her strong arms, while Matt led the now wakened Poison Ivy by the rope on her neck.