Revelations

Kara glanced over at, Harley. She could tell that the psychiatrist was a bundle of nervous energy. Both were completely naked, except for the collars around their necks and their heels. Kara wore her silver and black collar which stripped her of her powers with black six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Harley wore a red collar and matching heels. Kara allowed herself a small smile as she thought of all the times that day she had assured her that Oliver would want to play sooner rather than later. She looked around the room, a set of removable restraints had been added to the bed she shared with Oliver, and the portable bondage frame had been moved into a standing position and unfurled into an X pattern simulating a Saint Andrew’s Cross.

“Relax, it’s going to be fine,” she said quietly.

“I’m just nervous,” Harley said shooting a glance over at Kara.

They heard the door from the bathroom open, and Oliver walked in wearing black leather pants and boots, and his muscular upper body bare. Kara looked at him and licked her lips in anticipation. “Are you ready to play, Kara?”

“Always, Master,” she said with a smile.

“Harley, are you ready to play?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied as she blushed and looked down at the floor.

“Don’t be,” he said as we walked over to her and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “If things get too intense, use your safe word. Speaking of which, what is your safe word?”

“Clown, Master.”

“And if you’re gagged?”

“I shake my head and go ‘Uh uh uh.’”

“Good girl,” he said giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. She fought back a laugh as his stubble tickled her.

“Kara, your safe word?” he asked after stepping over to her.

Kara went to speak nearly saying “Kryptonite,” but remembered that she and Oliver had agreed to change her safe word to protect their identities. “Midvale, Master,” she replied

“And if you’re gagged?”

“I’ll shake my head and go ‘Uh uh uh.”

“Very good,” he said kissing Kara’s forehead lovingly.

“Face one another,” he ordered as he stepped back from them. The two kneeling blondes stayed on their knees but turned to face one another. “Kiss, and make it hot.”

“Yes, Master,” they said before leaning in and starting to kiss. Neither of them was shy about exploring the other’s mouth with their tongues.

Oliver smiled as he slowly circled them like a stalking predator. His eyes roamed their beautiful bodies. He could see that their breath became slightly ragged, their nipples growing hard, and their folds beginning to glisten with sexual need.

“Kara, reach between Harley’s legs and play with her pussy, but no inserting your fingers.”

“Yes, Master,” she said as she reached between Harley’s legs and began to gently rub her pussy.

“Is the little slut wet?”

“Yes, Master,” Kara said between kisses.

“Harley, now you, again no inserting your fingers.”

“Yes, Master,” Harley said before reaching between Kara’s legs and gently rubbing her.

“Is my submissive whore of a wife wet, Harley?”

“Yes, Master. She practically gushed when you called her a ‘whore.’ I think she likes being degraded.”

“I know she does,” Oliver said with a smile. “Now, Kara, let Harley taste herself, Harley you do the same.” Obediently they removed their hands from each other’s pussy and held their fingers up to the mouths of the other. They smiled at each other before taking the other’s fingers into their mouths and tasting themselves. Both moaned at the earthy taste of their arousal.

Meanwhile, Oliver went over to a table and grabbed some rope. He doubled one end of it and looped it over the hanging hook on one of the corner posts of the bed. He tied the other end into a slipping knot. “Kara, come here, I want you on all fours on the bed.”

Kara smiled untangled herself from Harley and crawled over to the bed on all fours. “Arms above your head and stretch them out as far as you can,” he ordered as he guided her into position before looping the rope around each wrist, hog-tying her arms above her head. “Spread your legs a little wider,” he said softly as he used another piece of rope to secure her ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed.

“You’re such a pretty sight, bound and helpless,” he said before slapping her right ass cheek just hard enough to sting but not hurt. He went to the drawer of the dresser where they kept a small selection of supplies and quickly pulled out a soft pink ball gag.

Without being told, Kara opened her mouth wide, waiting for Oliver to insert it. She didn't have to wait long before Oliver pushed the gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head being careful not to trap any of her hair in the buckle.

"Harley, make sure her nipples are nice and hard," he ordered looking at her, before going back to the drawer.

"Yes, Master," Harley said before she began to crawl toward Kara, putting extra sway in her hips. Harley stopped in front of Kara, took one of her nipples in her mouth, and began to gently suck.

Kara let out a muffled moan as Harley continued to suck on her nipple. Oliver watched holding a set of nipple clamps in one hand and a rolled-up piece of darkly colored cloth in the other. Their eyes met, and Kara looked at him with a sparkle of happiness in her eyes.

"Enough," Oliver said before moving toward Kara. Harley immediately stopped and moved aside. Oliver crouched in front of Kara and placed the clamps on Kara’s nipples. The Kryptonian beauty squealed as the rubber-coated teeth bit into her sensitive flesh. He then held up the roll of cloth and began to unroll it, the sound of velcro tearing away from itself. He pressed it to Kara's eyes and wrapped it around her head before fastening the velcro. "Can you see?"

"Uh uh," Kara grunted.

"Now let's see who's got better control," Oliver said before going back to the drawer and returning without a Hitachi wand. He plugged it in in a nearby outlet and looked at Harley. "On your back, head between her legs."

"Yes, Master!" Harley said excitedly. With cat-like quickness, she got into the ordered position, staring up at the woman she had quickly come to idolize's pussy.

"You've admitted that you see Kara as an idol, someone who you want to be like haven't you, Harley?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then take a big wif of her pussy and tell her what she smells like."

“Yes, Master,” Harley said, practically salivating. She lifted her head, placing her nose close to Kara’s pussy, and inhaling deeply.

Harley's nostrils were filled with the scent of Kara's arousal, a mix of musk and sweetness that made her mouth water. She detected notes of vanilla and honey, with a hint of something spicy and earthy underneath. It was a scent that was both intoxicating and enticing, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. She inhaled again, the scent adding to her arousal in ways Harley did not understand.

“What does she smell like, Harley?”

“Master, I think she smells like heaven on Earth.”

“Well, Harley,” Oliver said with a chuckle. “Because today, you get to taste ‘heaven on Earth.’ Stick out that tongue and eat Kara’s pussy.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied before she began to eagerly kiss, lick, and suck at Kara’s glistening slit. A slight buzzing filled the air as Oliver brought the Hitachi to life at a medium setting. “Spread those legs, Harley.” Harley let her legs slide apart. Oliver knelt next to her and put the head of the powerful vibrator on Harley’s pussy. She moaned loudly into Kara’s pussy and began to slowly move her hips, adding friction to the vibrations from the wand. “Neither of you has or will get permission to cum, but one of you will,” Oliver said keeping his tone low and commanding, yet loud enough to be heard over the wand and the moans of the two submissive blondes. “The one that cums first, gets punished by the other after she gets to cum too.”

Harley’s heart and thoughts began to race a million miles a minute. The thought of being punished by Kara was intoxicating to her. Then there was Oliver, he was nothing like Joker. He had set this up so one of them would be punished, but he did so without malice, If things went too far, she had her safe word and she knew Oliver would respect it.

As Harley’s mind ran with its thoughts, so did Kara’s. She had told herself countless times over the last week that this was the right thing to do. Inviting Harley into their relationship would allow them to help her explore her submissive side, and keep her safe from someone else that would prey on those tendencies. She had even managed to convince Oliver that it was the right thing to do. In the end, she did not know what to expect, but she certainly didn’t expect this. The feeling of Harley’s warm wet tongue exploring her pussy, her full soft lips sucking at her clit, and her moans of pleasure vibrating through her overstimulated sex made it difficult not to go over the forbidden edge.

A few minutes later, both Kara and Harley were moaning and writhing in pleasure, in Kara’s case, at least as much as her bondage allowed. Eventually, though, the thrill of pleasuring her idol, the magnificent scent of her arousal, and its indescribable taste combined with the vibration from the wand was too much, and Harley went flying over the cliff into orgasmic bliss.

“Looks like Kara wins,” Oliver said smiling at the beautiful Kryptonian. “Harley, finish getting Kara off then, I will let her punish you for being a bad girl and disobeying me.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied before going back to eating Kara’s pussy. As she did, Oliver removed Kara’s gag before bending down and giving her a passionate kiss.

“Enjoying yourself, Slut?” he asked as he gave her neck a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, Master,” she said through a moan of pleasure. Harley had found a spot in her pussy that was very sensitive, the very spot that Oliver’s fingers and cock always seemed to find.

“Fffuuucck!” she yelled as her body began to tremble. “I’m cumming, Master! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Kara’s screams and cries echoed through the room like a symphony of bliss.

Once her orgasm passed, Oliver began to remove the blindfold and untie her as Harley continued to gently lap at Kara’s pussy, knowing that she would be very sensitive. He helped her to her feet, then reached down and took Harley’s hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you ready for your punishment, Harley?”

“Yes, Master,” Harley said before she blushed and looked down at her feet. “I-I’m sorry I was disobedient.”

Oliver gently cupped her cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. “Harley,” he said in a gentle tone. “Look at me.” She slowly looked up at him. He took a second to look at her eyes. They had grown dark, but a flicker of happiness remained in them. “That was an exercise that one of you was going to fail. The punishment will not be anything severe, even so, you can always use your safe word and whatever is happening will stop, and we will not judge you.”

“It’s going to be okay, Harley,” Kara said reassuringly as she gently rubbed Harley’s back.

Harley took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“They are not Joker, they genuinely care about me,” she thought before she shifted her gaze to Oliver, then to Kara. “Master, Kara, I am ready for my punishment.”

“Very good, since Kara will be doing it, I think this will be good practice for when I put her in charge of you fully. At these times you will address her as, ‘Miss Kara.’”

“Yes, Master,” she said with a nod.

“Okay, let’s get started,” he said with a slight smile as he took her gently by the arm. He led her over to the bondage frame and secured her to it so that she faced it. He then went to Kara and whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Master,” she said before curtsying to him and heading to the drawer of their things and pulling out a black riding crop with a red heart-shaped tab. Following his instructions she walked over to Harley and slowly dragged the tab down her spine. She watched with a sense of wonder as she saw Harley’s muscles tense slightly then relax as the cool smooth leather glided over her skin.

“Harley, one of Kara’s favorite implements to have used on her is a riding crop, so she is going to use one on you. She is going to give you six good lashes. I want you to count them out.”

“Yes, Master,” she said a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth and her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

“Harley,” Kara said trying her best to bring the edge of command that she sometimes had to use as Supergirl to her voice. “I expect a proper count. Do you know what a proper count is?”

“No, Miss Kara. Please tell me.”

“Well, aren’t you a polite one,” Kara said with a slight laugh. “A proper count, Harley, is saying the number, addressing me properly, and…” she said before looking over at Oliver. “'saying, ‘I will not cum without permission.’ Understand?” she asked. Oliver smiled at her and gave an appreciative nod.

“Yes, Miss Kara,” Harley answered as she gently moved the tab of the crop in a circular motion over her left ass cheek.

“Good, then let’s get started,” Kara said as she slowly pulled the crop back. She brought it forward with moderate **** but made sure to follow through with her wrist to add a little extra bite to the lash.

“One, Miss Kara!” Harley hissed as she instinctively went to the tips of her toes. “I will not cum without permission.”

“Very good,” Kara said as she repeated the process with her other ass cheek. “Two, Miss Kara! I will not cum without permission,” Harley hissed.

Kara spent the next few minutes lightly whipping Harley’s ass with the crop, making sure to keep it between a three and five out of ten pain-wise. She knew the point of this was not to inflict pain on Harley, but to build trust between the three. “Six, Miss Kara!” she yelped as the crop landed on both cheeks at once. “I will not cum without permission.”

As soon as she was done, Kara put the crop away. She then proceeded to walk up to her and untied Harley from the frame. "You did very well for your first punishment, Harley," she said as she gently rubbed her sore behind. "Next time I will go a little harder I think," she said with a laugh as she kissed each cheek, and then her lips. “I’m proud of you, and I’m sure Master is too.”

"Thank you, Miss Kara,” she said as she blushed.

Oliver cleared his throat causing them to look at him. He was naked, sitting on the bed, his firm muscular body and hard cock on full prominent display.

“Wow,” Harley thought. “I rarely saw it because all he ever really did was beat me, but compared to him, Joker is… a joke.” she thought as she looked at his impressive cock as if in a trance.

“Like what you see, Harley?”

“Very much, Master,” she said with a grin.

“Then come suck on it, both of you,” He ordered. “You both got your’s now it’s time I got mine.”

They crawled to him. When they reached him they both began to kiss and lick along his shaft. Harley said down and began to lick and suck at his sack as Kara expertly flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip of his cock, making him groan in delight.

“Damn, Kara, you’re getting good at this,” he moaned.

“Thank you, Master,” she purred before taking him in her mouth. She began to bob her head at a slow pace, while gently stroking his cock at the same time.

Harley glanced up and saw what Kara was doing. She took a mental note of what Oliver liked. She flicked her tongue across the base of his cock, and he let out a soft moan.

"Harley, get on the bed, on your back, Kara on all fours between her legs," he said as he gently pulled Kara off of his cock.

"Yes, Master," they both said as they quickly got into the ordered positions.

"Kara, eat her pussy," he said as he slowly pushed into her.

"Yes, Master," Kara said through a moan as Oliver’s cock invaded her pussy. She buried her face between Harley’s legs as Oliver began to thrust in and out of her.

Soon, all that could be heard was the sound of moans of pleasure and slapping flesh. Every so often, Oliver would give Kara a playful swat on the ass as he fucked her. Both women were still sensitive, having recently orgased.

"Master, may I cum? Please may I cum?" Kara asked.

"Don't be a greedy bitch," he replied before giving her a hard swat on the ass, making her yelp, before she went back to eating Harley’s pussy.

"Master, may we cum? Please Master?" she asked a few seconds later.

"Cum! Cum for me!" he shouted as he increased his pace.

What happened next, was a new and exciting experience for Kara. She cried out in pleasure, which triggered Harley’s orgasm. At the same time, her warm velvety folds clamped down on his cock, and his deep throaty growl mixed with their cries as he erupted into her.

Late the next afternoon Oliver sat in his office at Q.C. looking over a report, while Kara sat in her office at CatCo reviewing the latest issue with her editors. Suddenly, one of the writing staff burst into her office.

“Misses Queen! Joker planted bombs all over the city! He broadcast it all over the Police Radio!”

“Everyone get on this,” Kara said looking at her staff. They all looked at her with blank stares before turning to one another, and then back to her. “Go! Go! Go!” she said her voice slightly elevated as she shooed them from her office. When they left she pulled the shades to her office, a signal to her staff that she was not to be disturbed. Kara quickly opened her shirt revealing her suit beneath her clothes. Moving much too quickly to be seen she dashed out onto her balcony and flew into the air. “Oliver,” she said over her com unit.

“I know, I’m on my way to the bunker, and so is everyone else. Over Watch, any new info?”

“Nothing yet,” Felicity replied but both Oliver and Kara knew she was holding something back.

“Felicity?” they both asked an eerie similarity in their tone.

“Bright Star, Excess, and Impulse have already started searching the city.”

Now knowing time was against them, Oliver super sped into his suite and left the Ducati behind as he took to the air.

When he returned to Star City, he and Kara both caught sight of Bright Star flying through the air ahead of them. They quickly caught up with her. “Got one,” Mia said as she dashed towards a nearby roof.

“What makes you think so?” Kara asked.

“That huge container on the roof is lead-lined,” Mia replied. Kara came to a screeching halt in the air. She suddenly had a very bad feeling about the container when she tried to use her X-ray vision to confirm what her future daughter had said.

“Bright Star! No! Wait!” Kara yelled as she took off like a rocket. It was too late, though. Bright Star had already begun to open the container. Kara grabbed her around the waist and spun so her back was to the container. It was then that the unbearable and unmistakable pain of being hit with Kryptonite exposed all over her body as the **** of the blast sent them crashing into the high railing ani-suicide fencing surrounding the roof of the building.

“Fuck!” Oliver yelled as Metallo stepped out of the container, the beam from his Kryptonite heart striking Kara as she used her body to shield Mia.

Knowing he could not directly engage the cyborg that reminded him of the T-800 from the original Terminator movie continued to blast Kara. He pulled a grappling arrow from this quiver and fired it at the robot, striking it in its Kryptonite heart. He pulled hard breaking it free from Metallo’s body, instantly shutting the cyborg down. He began to spin rapidly in the air keeping the Kryptonite a safe distance from him. With an angry roar, he released the grappling hook sending the Kryptonite flying into space.

“Mom! Mom!” Mia screamed at an **** Kara. She knew she could not get too close to her mother, whose veins had a slight green glow. Nora suddenly appeared next to her and scooped Kara into her arms.

“I’ve got you, Aunt Kara,” She said before streaking off toward The Bunker. When she got there Felicity had just finished clearing a table and putting several extremely powerful sun lamps around it. She turned them on just as Nora, Bart, and angry-looking Oliver, and a panic-stricken Mia entered.

“Put her here,” Felicity instructed. Nora placed her under the intense sun laps and Felicity held a wand that was connected to a small tablet by a cord over Kara’s body. After a tense few seconds, she turned to the others. “She’ll be fine,” she said with a relieved sigh.

Up in the mansion, Liza Danvers opened one of the hidden doors that would lead her down to The Bunker. She was in such a hurry that she did not look around, or close it behind her.

“Where is she going?” Harley thought as she watched Liza walk into a hidden door behind an antique grandfather clock. She decided to follow her, keeping just enough distance to see her, but not risk being heard. Harley could hear voices up ahead, and it sounded like Oliver was very angry with someone named Mia. “Does he have a third ****?” she wondered as she rounded the corner and stopped, her eyes going wide with shock.

Kara was dressed as Supergirl lying motionless on a table with sun lamps all around her. Oliver had turned away from one of their other guests, a girl named Mia, who was nearly in tears. Standing next to her was their friend Felicity trying to comfort Mia, and was berating Oliver for his anger towards her. A revelation hit her light a ton of bricks.

“Oliver is The Green Arrow, Kara is Supergirl, and their friends are…” she thought as she watched Liza take Kara’s hand Oliver edged closer to her, but suddenly stepped back when a pained look came to his face.

“Hey, Robin Hood,” a woman with white hair who looked suspiciously like Kara’s friend Leslie said looking at Oliver. “Kara’s tough, would you please apologize and lighten up on the kid?”

“He- Joker did this to her, didn’t he?” she asked causing the entire room to spin and look at her with looks of shock.

“Oh frak,” Felicity said in an almost deadpan tone.