Pack her up to head home.

The knowledge that Superman is almost back fills you with some trepedition. You are going to have to explain, at least to him, what you've done to his cousin. But that will be a confrontation for later. Having tided up your hotel room, you are just finishing packing away your belongings. Which includes one Kara Zor-El.

She is the last thing to be packed away. Her big blue eyes gaze with curiosity as you open up the suitcase you bought especially for her. Giving her a firm slap on the ass, you guide her into the case and help her lie down, strapping her in tightly so that she doens't come loose in transit. She has a moment of panic and tires to clamber out, but you take a firm grasp of her neck and squeeze as you push her head back down. She instantly calms under your grip, trained to understand it now as a symbol of your love and command over her.

"Good girl." You bend down and kiss her, your pet needily kissing back as she lies under the restraints.

There's no way you could walk her out of the hotel. And frankly, it's exilierating to bag your busty super teen up like this. As a final measure you bring out a ball gag and slide it into her mouth, telling her sternly to not bite down. You've little doubt she could tear her way out of these bindings, crush the gag with her teeth, but you knew she wouldn't. Kara could no longer percieve her own power before you. You had beaten and choked her and made her weak, and she loved you for it.

"Oh you're going to love it at your new home. I'll keep you nice and chained up, and you're going to have so many babies." she leans into your palm as you pet her head. Responding more to the sound of your voice than the words now.

Sealing the bag up, you incase her in darkness. Your boosted hearing can make out the sounds of her breath around the gag, but no regular human would be able to. Looking in with your astral vision, you can see the flow of warmth through her body inside, able to see her happiness and arousal as you seal her up and take her away, treating her as a helpless lustful object.

Her presence and situation are inescapable to your mind as you go through check out and load up the car that will take you back to Prime City. You resist the urge to let her out now and fuck her in the backseat. No, let absence make the heart grow fonder and hotter. Sitting back, you instruct the chauffeur to drive you home, and every so often check on your eager new pet in the boot with your astral vision, thinking about the happy future that awaits you both.