Stress relief

It had only been two days since Kara and Oliver had returned from Gotham, But Kara was already feeling restless According to what Bruce had told them when they met with him as Batman, Joker’s next shipment of guns, ****, chemicals to make more Joker Toxin, what ever it was, was due in in only a few more days and Joker had been uncharacteristically quiet. She looked over to her right and saw Mia, the daughter she and Oliver would one day have, flying nearby. She then focused her vision far below her. Oliver, as The Green Arrow, rode his Ducati through the streets of Star City. A few blocks away, Spartan and the others rode in the van. The comm unit in her ear crackled slightly. “Over Watch, anything?”

“No, not so much as a J-walker, or a kitten stuck in a tree.”

“Alright, everyone, let’s call it a night,” Oliver said with a slight huff of frustration and disappointment that Kara wasn’t sure if anyone else could hear.

When they returned to their hidden bunker beneath Queen Manor every everyone quietly changed out of their suites and left. After Felicity wished them a good night, Oliver went over to her computer and sighed as he sat down and stared at the screen as if **** to see something that Felicity had missed. Kara looked over at Harleen, her face still damp from washing the greasepaint off her face, and now dressed in a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting Katco tee shirt. She reached down and took hold of the other woman’s hand. “Come with me,” she whispered in her ear.

“What is it?” Harleen asked after they entered the elevator that would take them up to the secret entrance to the bunker that was hidden in the master bedroom. “He’s understandably frustrated and needs to blow off a little steam, so let’s get into something a bit sexier,” Kara answered first, gesturing to Harleen’s clothes, then to her own grey and pink shorts and plain pink tee shirt.

When Oliver finally emerged from the bunker, wearing the white button-down shirt and black pants and shoes from the suit he had worn that day, he was greeted by the sight of Kara and Harleen kneeling side-by-side in front of the secret entrance. Both wore sheer lingerie that left almost nothing of their gorgeous bodies to the imagination. Kara's in light pink, her power-canceling collar around her neck. Harleen had chosen a set in an icy light blue and had a red leather collar around her neck. They each looked at him with a broad smile as he stopped in his tracks and looked at them with a smirk that he tried to hide.

“What have we here?” Oliver asked with a hint of amusement in his tone as he activated his power-canceling watch.

“I could see how frustrated you are, Master,” Kara said in a seductive purr, “So I thought we could work off some of our mutual frustration.”

“Oh, did you now?” Oliver said with a slight laugh. “I suppose you and I are newly Weds so that makes sense, and Harleen is a new and welcome addition to our dynamic.” He stepped closer to Kara and stroked her cheek as she looked up at him. “Give me your safe word, Kara.”

“Krptonite, Master,” she answered with a smile.

“And if you’re gagged?”

“I’ll shake my head and go ‘Uh-uh-uh,’ as clear as I can.”

“Good girl,” he said as he bent down and kissed her. He then turned his attention to Harleen. “Harleen, give me your safe word.”

“Clown, Master.”

“And if I have you gagged?”

“I’ll shake my head and go ‘Uh-uh-uh,' as clear as I can.”

“Good girl,” he said again before he bent down and kissed Harleen, just as he had Kara. “Both of you stand up and face one another.”

“Yes, Master,” they said together before they stood and turned to face each other, smiles pulling at their lips.

“Kara, kiss Harleen, and explore her body with your hands. Do not remove her lingerie. Harleen, return Kara’s kisses, and explore her body with your hands, again, no removing her lingerie.”

“Yes, Master,” they said as Kara lightly grasped Harleen’s hips and pulled her close. As her left hand glided over the fleshy globes of Harleen’s ass that were left exposed by her tiny thong, her right hand moved up her side, grazing her breast through the thin fabric of her sheer bra. Their lips met in a slow, but intensely passionate kiss, their tongues slipping into one another’s mouths and swirling around one another, not in a fight for dominance and control, but moving as if in an erotic ballet. Harleen moaned into Kara’s mouth as she moved both of her hands to the flesh of Kara’s ass cheeks, left exposed by her thong, and gently squeezed them.

Meanwhile, Oliver went to the nightstand where he and Kara kept some of his and Kara’s mutual favorite toys, restraints, and implements. He pulled out a small black whip. The handle of the whip was about eighteen inches long and made of supple leather woven around a hexagonal core. The whip itself was only about six inches long and was made of tightly woven nylon. The design of the whip made it very easy to control, and highly limited the damage it could inflict, limiting it to sharp stinging blows that left welts that would heal in a day or two. He moved the whip up Kara’s spine, making her skin break out in goose bumps as her body shuddered with desire.

“Does she taste good, Kara?” he asked as he delivered a quick, light lash to Kara’s lower ass, being careful not to hit Harleen’s hands. Feeling the light, almost teasing sting of the whip, Kara let out a half-squeal, half-moan that was heavily muffled by Harleen’s lips and tongue.

“She tastes wonderful, Master,” Kara purred, barely breaking contact with Harleen’s lips before going right back to kissing the psychiatrist with soft, yet passionate kisses.

Oliver circled them, watching them as they continued to kiss one another and caress each other’s bodies. He stopped behind Harleen and took careful aim with the whip, landing a lash to her ass, just as he had on Kara’s, making her squeal into Kara’s mouth. “And how does my wife taste, Harleen?”

“Heavenly, Master,” Harleen replied as she briefly broke away from Kara’s lips.

“Remove each other’s bras,” he ordered as he continued to circle them like a shark circling its prey.

“Yes, Master,” they said as their hands moved to one another’s bras and unhooked the flimsy garments. They then briefly lowered their arms, letting them fall to the floor, exposing their breasts. He stopped behind Kara, letting the whip drop to the floor with a gentle thud. He moved in close, his hot breath on her neck sent a shudder of desire through her body, seconds before his stubble prickled the spot where her shoulder and neck met as he softly kissed her, making her knees buckle slightly as she moaned into Harleen’s mouth. He gently caressed her breasts with his left hand as his right slipped under the waistband of her tiny panties, and he began to rub her pussy.

“Enjoying yourself, Kara?” his tone low, husky with desire, and commanding.

“Rao, yes, Master,” Kara said through a soft moan. He knelt and peeled Kara’s thong down, leaving it pooled at her feet. When he stood, he moved behind Harleen. Like he had with Kara, he kissed her where her shoulder and neck met as he caressed her breasts with one hand, and slid the other under her thong to tease her pussy.

“How about you, Harleen?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a sudden whine of pleasure as Oliver’s skilled fingers made feather-light contact with her clit. Just as before, he knelt behind Harleen and pulled down her thong as well.

With both Kara and Harleen standing naked, passionately kissing, and rubbing one another’s hands over the other’s bodies, Oliver went back to the nightstand. This time, he returned with six tiny, but powerful vibrators, a roll of athletic tape, and a riding crop made of black leather. One by one, he turned the vibrators on low, then used the tape to stick them to Kara and Harleeen’s nipples and their clits.

Once he had Kara and Harleen as he desired, he quickly set the portable frame in its Saint Andrew’s Cross configuration before returning to the two blondes, each moaning softly as the small vibrators teased their most sensitive areas. He ran the tab of the crop slowly down Kara’s spine, making the beautiful Krptonian shiver in anticipation. “Whichever of you cums first is going on the cross,” he said before delivering a single lash of the crop to Kara’s right ass cheek, causing her to yelp slightly in surprise.

“Yes, Master,” they both replied. They continued to kiss passionately and caress each other’s bodies as the vibrators continued to tease them. All the while, Oliver slowly circled them, randomly delivering lashes of the riding crop to either Kara's or Harleen’s ass.

After several minutes, the two were breathing heavily through their noses. Their bodies trembled and their muscles tightened as the six vibrators pushed them ever closer to the edge. Without warning, Harleen broke their kisses, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. “FFFUUUCK!” she screamed as every muscle in her body tensed with pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a tsunami.

Oliver quickly removed the vibrators from their clits and nipples before giving Harleen several minutes to come down from her orgasmic high, while she continued to kiss Kara passionately. When her breathing finally returned to normal, he walked behind her. “Bad girl,” he growled in her ear after pulling her hair hard enough to **** her to break contact with Kara’s lips and tilt her head back.

“Yes, Master, I’ve been very naughty. I need to be punished, please punish me, Master.”

With a satisfied smile, he took Harleen by the arm, led her over to the bondage frame, and turned her back to it before securing her to it. “Kara, bring me a pair of nipple clamps, a flogger, and a posture collar,” he said without taking his eyes off of Harleen.

“Yes, Master,” Kara replied as she went to gather the requested items. She stopped at the nightstand and grabbed a pair of black nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain. She then went into the smaller of the walk-in closets, where the majority of their toys were kept. She quickly selected a medium flogger made of supple black leather. Finally, she looked at the selection of posture collars. She chose one that Oliver had used several times on her in the past, and seemed at least to be her, to be the strictest of their selection.

It was made of smooth black leather with a single heavy buckle in the back. Along the sides of it hung several metal rings for adding whatever additional restraints might be desired, and on the front, spelled out in all capital letters in tiny silver studs was “SLUT.” She emerged from the closet and knelt next to Oliver as she presented the items to him. “Here you are, Master.”

“Thank you, Kara,” He said as he took the flogger and draped it over his left shoulder. He then took the collar and placed it over his right shoulder, then finally took the nipple clamps in his hands. “Go wait on the bed on all fours so that you face the Harleen.”

“Yes, Master,” She said as she rose to her feet and quickly made her way to the bed.

As Kara climbed onto the bed, Oliver placed the clamps onto Harleen’s still-hardened nipples and turned the small wheels at the rear of the clamps to tighten them into place. Next, he moved behind her and wrapped the posture collar around her neck, making sure to pull the strap through the buckle as much as possible to ensure that the collar fit tightly around her neck. When he fastened it in place, the collar ran from her shoulders to the base of her skull, making it impossible for her to move her head. All she could do was stare directly ahead of her at Kara. Finally, Oliver walked back in front of her, flogger held in his right hand.

Without a word, he began to roll his wrist in a figure-eight, causing the supple leather tendrils to strike her breasts. He used such supreme skill that the ends of the tendrils were all that touched her flesh. Each time it caused the targeted breast to bounce, sending a wave of delicious pain through her body, partially from the sting of the leather, and partially from the clamps on her nipples. When he tired of this, he pulled the tundrills taught in his left hand, then snapped his wrist, sending them crashing with moderate **** into Harleen’s toned stomach. He repeated this several times before doing the same to the fronts of her thighs, each impact making her whimper and whine in a combination of pain and lustful need.

“Now, I think it’s time for the main event of your punishment,” Oliver said as he gently traced his left index finger along Harleen’s hawline. He set the flogger on the floor near her feet. “Kara, come here.”

“Yes, Master,” Kara replied from the bed before coming over to him and kneeling at his side.

“Undress me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said as she stood, and then with careful and deft movements of her fingers, began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. Once the last button was undone, she carefully slid the shirt off of his broad shoulders, folded it neatly, and set it on the floor. She then lowered herself to her knees and untied his shoes before removing them and his black socks. Her hands then went to his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it free of the loops of his pants. Next, she undid his pants and licked her lips as she pulled them and his black boxers down slowly, revealing his erect cock.

“Get my cock ready for your slutty pussy.”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a silky, lustful purr. She took his cock in her right hand and tilted it up as she gently stroked it as she tilted it up. She locked eyes with Oliver as she slowly licked up his shaft from ball sack to tip several times before swirling her tongue around the sensitive head and taking him in her skilled mouth. She slowly bobbed her head, taking more and more of him with each forward movement, and always hollowing out her cheeks when she pulled back. When he was satisfied with her efforts, Oliver stroked her cheek with his hand.

“Back on the bed, just as you were,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

Once Kara was back on the bed, looking at where he still stood in front of Harleen, who was licking her lips in need at being **** to watch Kara give Oliver the quick blowjob, Oliver strode over to the bed and took position behind her. He lined up with her velvety folds and dragged the head of his cock along her entrance, enjoying the feeling of the heat of her need.

“Harleen, do you know why Kara’s going to get my cock and you’re not?”

“Because I had an orgasm and she didn’t, Master.”

“Very good,” he said with an amused laugh. He wasn’t sure if Harleen was aware she was moving her hips, as if trying to make contact with something, anything to give her the pleasure she so desperately craved. “Kara, you may cum as much as you like, but I want you to keep telling Harleen how it feels getting fucked by me,” he said before giving her ass a single swat, making her moan in need.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned as he pushed into her. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting, using his grip on her hips to move her to meet his thrusts. His eyes were drawn to the way her toned ass jiggled each time his hips slammed into the fleshy globes, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the air.

“Harleen,” Kara said, fighting back a moan of pleasure, “Master’s cock feels so good in my pussy. Oh, Rao, he knows how to fuck me so good, and make me his Kryptonian Whore,” she moaned, keeping her eyes locked on Harleen.

Oliver grabbed Kara's hips tighter as he continued to thrust into her, his pace accelerating with each passing moment. "Tell her how much you love being my whore, Kara," he growled out between heavy breaths, and gave her right ass cheek a swat to emphasise his command.

"I... I love being your Kryptonian Whore, Master," Kara moaned, her voice breathless and laden with lust. "Your cock feels so good inside me. Please, don't stop! I need it, Master! I need to be yours!"

Harleen's breathing was ragged as she watched the erotic display in front of her, the desire to be in Kara's place and feel Oliver inside her almost unbearable. Her eyes were wide with arousal, and she could feel her juices trickling down her thighs.

"I'm going to cum, Master," Kara whimpered, her body tensing up. "I'm... I'm cumming!"

"That's it, Kara, cum for me, you filthy whore," Oliver growled, knowing being degraded would shove Kara over the edge. He felt her insides twitch and tighten around him as she threw her head back.

“Roa, Master! Thank you! Thank you!” she screamed as her orgasm tore through her like a runaway train. Her arms gave out, making her press her head into the soft covers of the bed. With her hips still elevated, Oliver moved into a squatting position, allowing him to get even deeper into Kara’s hot, tight, and quivering core. He grabbed her shoulders and began to thrust relentlessly and as hard as he could into her. The new angle and added depth he now had caused a second, even more intense orgasm to take her. Losing all control, she began to wildly kick her legs as she buried her face into the mattress, **** to muffle the shriek of pure pleasure that would have woken the dead. Through her lust-fogged brain, she could just hear Oliver’s loud growl before she felt his hot, thick cum fill her to the brim.

He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as she turned her head to one side. She could feel his racing heart beating hard against the back of her shoulder. As they lay there in their post-orgasmic bliss, Harleen watched, her thighs still slick with her need, and a smile on her face. “That was beautiful,” she thought as they began to stir. She saw Oliver’s lips move as he placed them near Kara’s upturned ear.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, still half in a post orgasmic daze. Both got off of the bed, Oliver pulling back the covers and getting in, lying in the center of the large four-post bed as Kara made her way to Harleen. “Breathe,” she said as she began to loosen the clamps. Harleen took a deep breath and slowly let it out along with a moan of mixed pleasure and pain as Kara removed the clamps. She then removed the posture collar and released Harleen’s wrists and ankles from the frame before taking her by the hand and leading her to the bed. Kara slid in on Oliver’s left side and snuggled into his side as Harleen did the same on the right.