Jean's training continues

"Mistress, may I ask you a question?" Kara asked after giving Jean a few long teasing licks along her cunt lips with the tip of her soft warm tongue.

"You may," Leana said as she played with Jean's long red hair and Jean looked at her with a pleading look in her green eyes.

"Do you want me to edge her, or make her cum?"

"You are learning to be such a good girl," Leana said proudly as she pats Kara's head. "Tell her what lesson five is Kara."

"Yes, Mistress. Jean, Lesson five is our orgasms belong to our mistress."

"Very good, Kara. I want you to eat her cunt until she cums, just don't be too quick about making her cum."

"Yes, Mistress," Kara responded before starting to tease Jean's cunt with her tongue once more. Jean closed her eyes and tried to ignore what was going on. But, it did no good. The blonde's soft, warm tongue circled her labia teasingly, then her equally soft lips closed around her now throbbing clit, that was when Jean's green eyes snapped open and she moaned loudly.

"I hope you're paying attention, Jean. In no time flat, Kara has become quite the skilled little pussy eater. She'll be helping in your training in that regard. Jean moaned again and her green eyes drifted down to the naked blonde with her face buried between her legs. Jean looked right into Kara's blue eyes just as her tongue penetrated her cunt.

_"Oh, God!" _Jean thought as Kara began moving her tongue in and out, and side to side searching for every sensitive spot in her cunt. Again, the beautiful mutant closed her eyes and tried to will herself to ignore what was happening to her. Kara began to moan softly adding the sensation of vibration to the pleasure she felt.

"You can like it Jean," Leana whispered in her ear when she let out a long low moan. "It's okay to like it when one of your sisters eats your cunt."

Jean looked at Leana with a pleading look. "Please..." she said in a **** tone as she moaned again.

"If you're asking me to let you go, the answer is no, you're just too pretty," Leana said tapping Jean's nose. "And if you're asking to cum, you'll need to ask properly."

"Fuck," Jean said in an airy moan as she threw her head back and her bound legs began to tremble.

"Don't you dare," Leana said in a teasing sing-song tone.

"No! No! NNNNOOOOOO!" Jean screamed as Kara's tongue pushed her over the edge.

"Bad girl!" Leana said as she gave Jean a swat on the ass. "Kara, very well done," she added before bending down and kissing the naked blonde. In her pleasure-fogged state, Jean couldn't help but feel even more turned on by the way the two women kissed. It reminded her of two lovers and not of someone being held against her will and her captor. "Mmm," Leans said as she licked her lips after she and Kara broke their kiss. "She tastes like slut, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mistress," Kara replied.

"And since this little slut decided to cum without my permission, what needs to be done?"

"She needs to be punished, Mistress," Kara answered.

"Good girl," Leana said before kissing Kara again. "Jean I want you to know, I don't enjoy punishing my girls, but if you break rules that's what will happen.," she continued before trying to kiss Jean.

"No!" Jean said as she pulled her head back as much as she could and to the side. SMACK! Leana slapped Jean's face hard. She then grabbed her chin and **** the beautiful redhead to look her in the eye.

"When I show you affection, you return it," she said sternly. To prove her point, she turned to Kara and kissed her again, and just like before, the naked blonde eagerly kissed her mistress in return.

Without another word, Leana went to a cabinet and pulled out a metal chastity belt and a small remote. "Would you like to know what this does?" she asked. Jean slowly shook her head. "This is a very special chastity belt. I put it on you and press here," Leana said pointing to a black button on the remote, "and the vibrator and vibrating anal plug start working their magic. They will make you cum and the belt will record everything about your body when you cum. Can you guess what will happen then?" Jean gave no reply just a semi-defiant stare. "Kara, any guesses?"

"No, Mistress."

"It will push Jean right to the edge of an organ to deny her and do it again, and again, and again, until I press the black button again."

"Please don't," Jean said in a tone that told Leana the redhead was already very nearly broken. The beautiful mutant watched in horror as Leana opened the device and she got her first look at what would be inside of her soon. The vibrator itself looked as if it were comparable to Scott, but the anal plug was another story. She and Scott had never done anal and the point of the plug just a few centimeters above where it met the chastity belt was very wide and she doubted it would fit inside of her. She trembled at the way Leana smirked at her as she spread a dollop of lube on the plug. God, I hope she's not a telepath."

"Ready Jean?" Leana asked as she approached with the chastity belt.

"No, no! Please!"

"Kara, tell her why this has to happen."

"Yes, Mistress. Jean, you must wear the belt because you came without permission. You need to be punished and Mistress knows best for us."

"You wouldn't believe how much she's learned in such a short time," Leana said as she began sliding the dildo into Jean's cunt. A second later, Jean let out a whine as she felt the tip of the anal plug press against her asshole, and despite her best effort, slip into her puckered asshole.

"No! No! Stop!" Jean screamed as her asshole began to stretch as slowly inch by inch the plug slid further and further inside her.

"Stop fighting it Jean, your only making it worse on yourself. Here comes the thickest part."

"AAAHHH!!!" Jean screamed as Leana **** the belt into place, and in doing so, **** the alan plug all the way inside her. With the belt in place, Leana quickly locked it. With a smirk, Leana pressed the button. A split second later, the wicked device activated and the powerful vibrating dildo and anal plug began stimulating her cunt and asshole.

"Come on Kara, let's go see what Alex has found for lunch."

"Yes, Mistress," Kara said as she stood and dutifully followed her mistress out of the dungeon, Just as they made it to the top of the steps, the naked Kryptonain heard Jean scream in orgasmic bliss for the second time, and not once envying the redhead for what would come next.

"What did you make for us, Alex" Leana asked when the two entered the kitchen. Kara couldn't help but smile when she saw Alex. Her idea of getting dressed had been putting an apron on along with her heels and collar.

"One of your favorites Mistress. Lobster bisque, and chicken fettuccini alfredo."

"Mmm, it certainly smells good," Leans said as she walked up behind Alex and used both her hands to squeeze her ****'s ass.

"Thank you, Mistress."

The three ate in silence each enjoying the delicious food that Leana's staff had prepared, and Alex had re-heated. After eating Leana took her slaves to their rooms. First, she led them to Kara's room. She dressed her prized possession in white heels, white silk stockings, white satin with red lace trim thong panties, and a matching bra.

"You look beautiful Kara," Leana said as she stroked her cheek.

"Thank you, Mistress," Kara said blushing slightly. Leana smiled before retrieving a white leather single glove, a white satin blindfold, a red ball gag with a white leather strap, and a white leather single glove with red lacing. Leana quickly placed the single glove on Kara and cinched it tight forcing her to stick her tits out. She then attached the short chains at the top of the glove to the D-rings at the sides of Kara's collar.

"Open up," Leans said holding out the gag by its strap in front of Kara. Wordlessly, Kara opened her mouth letting Leana easily slip the gag in place. Just like with the glove, she cinched it tight pulling it as deep as possible into Kara's mouth and ensuring it would not come out. Finally, Leana placed the blindfold on Kara's head but did not cover her eyes.

The three then went to Alex's room where Leana dressed Alex in the same way as Kara, only with the color scheme of her lingerie reversed. With her slaves dressed as she desired, Leana clipped a leash to the front D-ring of Alex's collar. She then attached one end of a short chain to the back D-ring of Alex's collar and the other end to the front D-ring of Kara's collar.

"Come on girls," she said giving a light tug on Alex's leash. Both slaves rose to their feet and followed behind Leana as she led them to the living room. Once there she separated the two, leaving the short chain dangling from the front of Kara's collar. She tugged downward on the short chain and the beautiful Kryptonian knelt on the floor in front of the large leather couch so it was to her right. She watched as she guided Alex until they faced one another. She tugged downward on the leash and Alex knelt in front of Kara. Leana sat back on the couch. "Kiss, and show me how much you love one another."

At their mistress' command, Kara and Alex scooted closer to one another and pressed their gags together. They then began tilting their heads from side to side as if passionately kissing a lover, much to Leana's enjoyment. After several minutes of this, Leana rose to her feet and stroked each of her ****'s hair as they continued to press their gags together. "You girls keep entertaining yourselves, I'm going to see if your new sister would like some food," she said before going into the kitchen and heating both a bowl and a bottle of tasteless grey gruel.

"I can't let this bitch break me," Jean thought to herself as she fought back a moan of need and a sob of disappointment as the chastity belt denied her orgasmic release again. It took several seconds for the captive mutant to realize Leana stood before her holding a bowl in one hand, and a large baby bottle in the other. Jean did not know what was in the bowl, but the bottle looked to be filled with an unappetizing-looking grey fluid.

Leana smiled as she set down the bottle, then used the spoon in the bowl to lift out some of what Jean assumed was the same contents. She could now see that it had a lumpy texture to it that reminded her of oatmeal. "Hungry?" she asked. Jean pursed her lips and fought back a moan as the chastity belt again began to push her towards another orgasm that she knew would be ultimately denied. "No, maybe you prefer to be bottle-fed," she added as she set the bowl down and held the bottle's nipple near Jean's mouth. Again, Jean refused.

"Not hungry, okay?" Leana said as she turned away from Jean. Some of my staff will be down in an hour or so to let you use the restroom. You'll then be placed back in your belt and taken to your cell. I will see you tomorrow Jean."

The next morning Jean was woken by a pounding on the heavy steel door to her tiny cell. What little sleep she had gotten was restless, thanks to the chastity belt that had been tormenting her almost nonstop for nearly an entire day now. The door opened at the two large men that had placed her in the cell and came in every few hours to remove the belt so she could use the steel toilet entered. One held her tight as the other removed her belt they then **** her to the toilet. As she was emptying her bladder, Leana walked into the cell. Her hair was done in a tight bun, her eyes sported purple eyeshadow and her lips were blood red. She wore a black and purple leather corset that pushed up her naked breasts, near shoulder-length black latex gloves, a pair of purple thong panties, and knee-high black and purple platform-heeld boots. In her right hand, she held a bottle identical to the one she had the day before. As soon as she was finished with her business, she was lifted off the toilet by the two men and Leana replaced the belt.

"Hungry yet?" Leana asked as she held the nipple to her lips as she had done the night before. This time, however, with a **** look on her face, and after her stomach growled loudly, Jean opened her mouth allowing Leana to insert the rubber nipple into her mouth. Jean was almost pleasantly surprised to find that the grey lumpy contents of the bottle was tasteless, she had expected a much less pleasant taste, than no taste at all.

After sucking down the first meal she had gotten in almost a full twenty-four hours, she was taken to a large shower room where the belt was removed again and Jean was **** to take an ice-cold shower, all the while being promised a comfortable room, hot tasty food, and long hot showers once she had accepted her place, and earned her collar.

After her shower, the cold shivering mutant, again in nothing but black stiletto-heeled shoes and of course the chastity belt that constantly kept her in need of orgasmic release was taken back to Leana's dungeon. There, they met Kara who was now clad in her typical dress. Red open-toed stiletto-heeled shoes, a short red skirt that barely covered her, blue half-bra that pushed up her perky tits with a clasp featuring The Crest of The Huse of El between them, and blue collar again with her family's crest at the front under the front D-ring. She was kneeling next to an ornate and comfortable-looking chair that Jean did not doubt was in fact supposed to be Leana's throne.

"Do you want out of that belt, Jean?" Leana asked.

"Yes, please!" Jean said as her body teetered on the edge of release, only to be denied.

"That's 'Yes, please, Mistress,'" Leana said correcting her as she twisted Jean's nipples for her defiance.

"Yes, Yes, Please, Mistress!" Jean yelled **** to have the wicked device removed from her body.

"If you want it off," Leana began as she removed her panties and sat down. "you are going to learn to properly eat my pussy. I will allow you limited use of your powers so that Kara can telepathically guide you through it. Use your power in any other way and," she said before pressing her watch.

"AAAAHHHH!" the brain-splitting pain erupted in Jean's skull only to stop a few seconds later leaving the beautiful redhead breathing heavily.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jeans said with a sob.

"Good now crawl over here and get to work."

Slowly, Jean lowered herself to all fours and crawled over to Leana. She looked at Kara and cautiously opened a telepathic link to Kara. "Uh... Kara is it? Can you hear me?" she asked telepathically.

"Yes, Jean. Please get your face between Mistress's legs and give her pussy a kiss near her clit," Kara instructed. Slowly Jean did as the blonde had instructed. "Now using just the tip slowly trace her lips, up one sided and down the other." Again Jean did as instructed. "When Mistress's clit emerges, flick your tongue over it, then gently suck on it. Jean with Kara's aid continued to follow the blonde's coaching. Before long, Leana let out a low airy moan of pleasure. "Now get your tongue inside her and move it in circles to find the spots Mistress just loves to have licked. You'll know when you find one." Soon using Kara's advice, and mental images pulled from the Kryptonian's memories Jean brought Leana to an intense orgasm.

"Whoo," Leana said fanning herself with her hand. "Very well done, let's get that belt off of you," she added as she shut the belt off and then removed it. "Both of you position two." Both Kara and Jean stood with their legs shoulder-width apart and their hands behind their heads. Alex went to a drawer and pulled out a small device Kara instantly recognized as one of the shaving lasers. Leana knelt in front of Kara and lifted her skirt with one hand, holding the shaver in the other. "Kara, what is lesson six?"

"Mistress, lesson six is, I am a ****, and slaves have bald cunts," Kara answered before Leana pressed the shaver to Kara's cunt and activated it. "I am a ****, and slaves have bald cunts. I am a **** and slaves have bald cunts. I am a ****, and slaves have bald cunts," Kara repeated as Leana shaved her. When she was done, she went over to Jean and knelt before pressing the device to Jean's cunt.

"Jean?" she asked looking up at the redhead who had tears in her eyes.

"I am a ****, and slaves have bald cunts," she said as she fought back a sob.

"Good, now keep saying it while I shave you." By the time Leana was done shaving her, tears of humiliation were streaming down Jean's face.

"Now for lesson seven," Leana said as she walked back to a cabinet and took out a red leather single glove, and a red satin blindfold. "Propper dress for slaves. Kara, why do slaves wear heels?"

"Mistress, a **** wears heels to make her legs and ass look more appealing to her mistress, and to limit her mobility."

"Correct," Leana said before kissing Kara. "Why, once she has earned one, does a **** wear a collar?" Leana asked as she ran her index finger along Kara's collar.

"Mistress, a **** wears her collar to show the world and remind her that she is an owned bitch and must obey her mistress in all things."

"Good," Leana said before kissing Kara again. "Why will a ****'s hands usually be bound?" Leana asked as she placed the single glove over Kara's arms and cinched it tight.

"Mistress, a ****'s hands will usually be bound because she does not need them to serve her mistress unless her mistress requires them."

"Why will slaves be blindfolded?"

"Mistress, slaves are blindfolded because the use of her eyes is a treat for good behavior," Kara answered before Leana placed the blindfold over her blue eyes.

"Lastly," Leana began as she went back to the cabinet again and brought back a red ball gag. "why is a **** usually gagged?"

"Mistress, a **** is usually gagged because she is only a **** and has nothing to say worth her mistress's attention," Kara answered before leaving her mouth open for that gag she knew was coming.

"Jean, I am going to point at something Kara has and you are going to tell them why a **** wears it. Wrong answers will result in a splitting headache." For the next several minutes Leana quizzed Jean and was pleased that she never once had to use her tiny robots to cause Jean any pain.

When the quizzing was finally done to Leana's satisfaction, she removed Kara's gag and kissed her prized possession once more. "Now for the last, but, possibly most important lesson. Kara, what is lesson eight?"

"Mistress, lesson eight is: A **** is a dumb cunt that needs a mistress to provide it with training and discipline."

"Do you get that Jean?" Leana asked sternly.

"Yes, Mistress," she answered sadly.

"What is lesson eight?" Leana asked.

"Mistress, a **** is a dumb cunt that needs a mistress to provide it with training and discipline," Jean answered.

"Good, now pick a number from one to eight."

"Uh, two," Jean said nervously. Her nervousness grew to the point where it caused her to have a nauseous feeling when Leana smirked coldly at her.