Kara’s unpleasant reunion

A few days after Mad’am Smoak had used Kara, both Mistress Leana, Mad’am Smoak, and their assembled harem gathered in the dimensional gate room. All of the slaves knelt in a line, dressed in their standard uniforms. Each of them understood why they were here before Mistress Leana even spoke.

Leana looked at their collection of slaves and smiled. Her gaze lingered on Kara for just a second longer, but the beautiful Kryptonian didn't notice. She knelt in position four with her hands behind her back, grasping the opposite elbow, and her head down in submission just as they had been ordered.

"Mad'am Smoak and I have decided it is time for a new **** to join us. As always, Kara, it will be your job to show her how to behave once she accepts her collar."

"Yes, Mistress Leana," Kara said without looking up or hesitating.

"Good girl," Felicity said with a smile before giving Leana a knowing look.

"We'll see if her tone changes when she knows just who we have in mind," Leana said, her amusement evident in her tone and the slight laugh she allowed herself.

Leana started the machine and quickly calibrated it to the proper dimensions. Once she did, it became visible. Both Kara’s and Alex's eyes went wide. Through the dimensional gate, everyone could see and hear a second Alex who was oblivious to them.

"Come on, Kara," the other Alex said as she studied several screens in the small and dark room she was in. "You've been missing for months. Where the fuck are you?"

It was then that Kara realized that the Alex on the other side of the gate wasn't from a random dimension. It was her Alex. The woman who had become her sister when the Danvers took her in. "No! No! No! Not her! Please, not my Alex! Not my sister, please!" she thought. She wanted to scream. She wanted to beg and plead. But as much as she wanted to, she didn't. She couldn't. She knew if she did, Leana and Felicity would punish her, and most likely, severely.

Leana pressed a button, and Alex began to glow and then slowly vanish. "What the fuck?" Alex asked herself aloud as she watched her fading hands with a mixture of terror and awe. An instant later, she found herself standing in a strange room as waves of intense heat and nausea crashed over her body. As her vision began to clear and she tried to focus on her breathing to fight the nausea, she noticed a line of scantily clad women. She gasped when her still-blurred vision finally cleared, and she saw Kara dressed in an obscene version of her original Supergirl suit. The top was only a half-bra that supported her breasts, but left them mostly bare. The skirt she wore was so short that it barely covered anything. She then noticed that Kara’s arms seemed to be secured behind her back, and most horrifying of all, was the blue leather collar around her neck. "Kara... what," she managed to say before her lack of concentration allowed her nausea to win out. She doubled over, vomited, and managed a few shaky steps before falling into unconsciousness on a large padded area of the floor.

Leana watched with a smile as a robot began to clean up Alex's mess. "Shall we?" she asked as she held up and unsheathed a disrobing knife.

"Yes," Felicity said with a smile. "I think it will be quite entertaining to have two versions of the same woman as pets."

"Kara, you're coming to the dungeon with us, the rest of you, back to your assigned duties," Leana said as she and Felicity stood and made their way to the **** Alex, and began to cut away her clothing.

"Yes, Mistress Leana," the harem of enslaved heroines said in near-perfect unison as they stood. They waited for Mistress Leana and Mad’am Smoak to carry their newest prize from the room.

Kara nervously followed her two mistresses to the dungeon. She watched as they strapped her into a chair that faced a steel bar with leather cuffs at each end. She let out a shaky breath; she didn't realize she had been holding when Mad’am Smoak looked at her with ever so slight sympathy.

"Kara," Mad'am Smoak said, beckoning the Kryptonian forward with her right index finger and gently swatting one of the cuffs with her left hand.

"Rao, please give me the strength to do this," she silently pleaded as she neared Mad’am Smoak.

"Face her," Felicity ordered when Kara stood under the bar. Kara wordlessly turned to face Alex and raised her arms so Felicity could place her wrists into the cuffs. When her wrists were secured, Felicity moved in front of her and stroked her cheek affectionately. "We debated and decided this would be the best way to break her. You are going to suffer, but you are not being punished. Do your part well, and you'll get a generous reward, understand?" Kara licked her lips. Mad’am Smoak’s tone was soft and caring, making her feel safer.

"Yes, Mad’am Smoak, I understand."

Felicity walked to the end of the dungeon and brought over a small circular table, placing it next to Kara. She then began to gather the items she and Leana had privately discussed. A set of nipple clamps and small weights to add to the chain connecting them, a black leather riding crop, a red zapper with a black handle, the krptonite paddle, and the black leather single-tailed whip infused with kryptonite. Felicity looked at the table, moving her index finger through the air and making check mark motions as if checking off a list.

“Got everything?” Leana asked.

“Almost,” Felicity replied as she went to a cabinet where the pair kept a collection of gags, quickly selected a red ball gag, and returned to Kara. “Open up,” she said in a sing-song tone. “Good girl,” Felicity added as she gently pushed the red rubber ball into Kara’s mouth, then buckled it in place.

“Now we just have to get changed,” Leana said as she motioned to the doorway leading out of the dungeon and up to the mansion.

Felicity looked at her lover and gave a nod before stroking Kara’s cheek. “Be a good girl and keep an eye on her,” she said with a slight laugh. The two left Kara and Alex alone in the dungeon, and Kara found it very tempting to make whatever muffled noises she could to wake her **** sister. She wanted to try to plead with Alex to submit quickly and spare any unnecessary suffering. Her heart was racing and pounding in her chest, making her ears feel hot and throb. She heard the dungeon door open and the thudding of two separate sets of footsteps against the floor.

Mistress Leana and Mad’am Smoak crossed the dungeon and stood between Kara and Alex. Mistress Leana had her long, dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, her lips painted dark red. She had dressed herself in a dark purple corset that supported and covered her breasts, a black pair of panties, and black knee-high boots with a square heel. Mad’sam Smoak had left her blonde hair down, cascading past her shoulders in gentle golden waves. Her lips had been painted a wet-looking, icy pink. She had dressed herself in a pink and black leather bikini with black thigh-high boots with a wedge heel.

“Ready to help your sister submit, and accept her collar and her place as our ****?” Leana asked as she slowly traced one of Kara’s nipples with her index finger.

“Mmm-hmm,” Kara whimpered into her gag and slowly nodded her head. Leana’s hand shot up and slapped Kara hard across her face.

“Try to show a little more enthusiasm,” Leana said as she squeezed Kara’s chin. When she let go, she moved over to Alex as Mad’am Smoak moved closer to her.

“Let’s get started,” Felicity said with a smile. “I’ve come up with some interesting ideas now that we’ll have two versions of the same woman in our harem. Some even include you,” she added as she tapped Kara on the nose.

“As do I,” Leana said as she bent close to Alex and began to gently slap her face.

Alex gasped as she suddenly woke, her hazel eyes meeting Leana’s mismatched blue and green eyes. “Leana?” she asked in shock. “How did I get here? Where is here? What the hell are you wearing?” she asked before Leana smiled at her. It wasn’t the familiar warm smile of her friend. It was cold and unyielding. Leana stepped aside without a word, revealing Kara and Felicity to Alex. “Kara! What the fuck!?” She tried to stand, and it was then that she realized she was secured to a chair by thick metal cuffs with soft faux fur lining to protect her skin, and the chair was bolted to the floor. “Wha-what’s happened to you?”

“I brought her here with my dimensional gate device, made her submit to me, and trained her as a sex ****,” Leana replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“What!? Why!? She’s your best friend, Leana!”

Leana slapped Alex’s face so hard it made the former DEO agent’s vision blur and her ears ring.

“No, in this dimension, she was my enemy, but I didn’t want to kill her; no, I wanted her defeated and brought to heel. My Moron brother, however, killed her. So, I did the only thing I could. I built my machine and brought the Kara of your dimension here. Of course, I didn’t predict the bonus of my machine permanently stripping her of powers, but leaving her aversion to kryptonite.”

“Wha-what, how could you? You’re monsters!”

“No,” Felicity said, her tone firm. “We are your betters. You will address me as ‘Mad’am Smoak,’ from now on.

“And you will address me as Mistress Leana,” Lean said with a wicked smile as she gripped Alex’s chin.

“Kara! Break free and get us out of here. Come on, Kara, I know you can do it,” Alex said in defiance, but the first notes of terror slipped into her voice. Her terror truly set in when Kara didn’t move.

“Kara knows her place, don’t you?” Leana asked as she moved behind Alex and placed her hands on either side of Alex’s head. “The quicker you submit, the less she suffers,” Leana said into her ear before nodding at Felicity.

Felicity smiled as she picked up the nipple clamps. She held them up, one clamp between each of her thumbs and index fingers. She opened them slowly and closed them again. She then turned to Kara and leaned in close to listen to the bound Kryptonian’s ear. “Remember, Kara, suffer well now, and Mistress Leana and I will reward you later,” she whispered.

“Esh, Ahem, Moke,” Kara said into her gag.

“Good girl,” Felicity said with a smile before she bent down and began to gently suck on Kara’s left nipple, causing it to quickly harden and Kara to tilt her head back and moan. Felicity slowly closed one of the clamps around Kara’s nipple. She whimpered slightly as the sharp rubber-coated teeth of the clamp bit into Kara’s sensitive flesh. She let out a long, slow breath as Felicity tightened the clamp. She then repeated the process with the other nipple. “Nice and tight?” Felicity asked as she tugged on the chain connecting the clamps.

“Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!” Kara whimpered into her gag.

“Stop it! You’re hurting her!” Alex said in protest as Leana continued to hold her head still.

“Kara can take much, much more than this,” Leana laughed.

“How long do you think she’ll let you suffer, hmm?” Felicity asked as she picked up the container of small weights. Slowly, one by one, Felicity clipped the collection of weights to the chain connecting the two clamps. With each added weight, not only would Mad’am Smoak gently flick the chain, making the weights swing and pull at her nipples, but Kara looked at Alex pleadingly. Not for her own sake, Kara knew she was expected to take whatever she was given. She wished Alex would submit for her own sake, so she would be spared having to watch her suffering.

“Want to spare your sister any further suffering?” Leana asked as she moved to where Alex could see her face, but kept her hands on her head, forcing her to continue to watch Kara’s torment.

“That’s not, Kara. Not my Kara,” Alex told herself silently. “My Kara, my sister, powers or no powers, is too strong to allow herself to be made into some sex xlave,” she thought, trying to steel her resolve. “Fuck you both,” Alex said in cold defiance.

“I guess we’re moving on,” Felicity said as she picked up the riding crop. She pressed the tab of the crop against Kara’s left breast before raising it and bringing it down hard.

Kara cried out in a muffled scream. The impact of the crop echoed through the dungeon along with Kara’s scream. The way her body jerked from the impact and her now ragged breathing caused the weights to swing. The next lash of the crop came on the right breast, then the left again, then the right once more. Mad’am Smoak slowly moved the crop down to Kara’s toned stomach.

“Breathe,” Mad’am Smoak said softly. As Kara slowly breathed in and out, calming her mind and body, she was thankful that Mad’am Smoak was the one tormenting her. Of her two Mistresses, Mad’am Smoak was the more gentle of the two and took less pleasure in inflicting pain. Five lashes came in steady, but slow succession, causing tiny bruises to appear in the near-perfect pattern of a star. Mad’am Smoak looked at Alex as she moved behind Kara and placed the tab of the crop between her legs, pressing the tab against the sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh. She then looked over at Alex, who looked back at her with a look of pure hatred. “No? Okay,? Mad’am Smoak said before she began to flick the crop back and forth between her legs.

“Please, Alex, please! Whatever they do next will only be worse!” Kara thought as she rocked from foot to foot, as she fought the urge to close her legs, and made the weights connected to her nipple clamps continue to swing. After several agonizing minutes, Mad’am Smoak stopped and set the crop back on the table. Kara locked eyes with Alex, once again silently pleading with her to submit.

“Do you want to submit, Alex, or would you rather watch your dear sister continue to suffer?” Mistress Leana asked, her commanding tone filling Kara with equal parts fear and anticipation. Alex looked at Kara with a look the blonde Kryptonian couldn’t quite read. Then Alex’s eyes moved to Mad’am Smoak, then to Mistress Leana as much as her position allowed. “Still no, huh? I hope for Kara’s sake, you submit soon,” she said in a mocking tone. “Felicity.”

“Right,” Felicity said as she picked the kryptonite paddle up off the table. As she did, her eyes settled on the coiled leather whip with glowing green flecks embedded in it. She moved her lips near Kara’s ear, and Kara shuddered slightly when she felt the hot, moist air of Mad’am Smoak’s breath on her ear. “I hope for your sake, Alex submits soon. Otherwise, I’ll be **** to use the kryptonite whip on you, and you have no idea how much I don’t want to do that,” Mad’am Smoak said quietly into her ear. Kara let out a long, slow, **** cry. Mad’am Smoak made a show of moving the paddle to where Alex could see it.

“Is-is that what I think it is?” Alex asked, her voice shaking with fear and the color draining from her face.

“If you think it’s a paddle made of Kyptonite, yes,” Mistress Leana answered. “Don’t worry, though, it’s a low-grade kryptonite,” she said before giving Felicity a nod. When she did, Felicity began to drag the paddle over the exposed flesh of the backs of Kara’s thighs. Alex’s eyes went wide in horror as Karea closed her eyes tightly and groaned in pain.

“Ass out for me, Kara,” Mad’am Smoak instructed. Kara whimpered, but obeyed. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before the paddle crashed against her ass, making her cry out again in pain. She began to sob as she breathed heavily. Mad’am Smoak paused for a minute before pressing the paddle back against Kara’s ass. The paddle smacked against her flesh once again. A new wave of pain hit her along with the paddle, making Kara cry out. This time, Mad’am Smoak only allowed her a small break before the next swat landed, then another and another before she paused. Mad’am Smoak slowly drew the paddle back, ready to deliver the next swat.

“No! Wait! Stop! Stop! I-I submit!” Alex cried out as tears leaked from her eyes. Kara let her body go limp in her bondage, thankful that Alex wouldn’t have to watch her suffer further.

“You earned every second of the reward, Mistress Leana, and I have in mind for you,” Mad’am Smoak said in a soothing tone as she used her thumbs to gently wipe away Kara’s tears.

"Felicity, give me a hand please," Leana said as she began to undo the cuffs keeping Alex secured to the chair.

"Be right with you," Felicity replied. The two worked together, freeing Alex, then taking her over to the small holding cell, and shoving her in.

"Your proper training as our **** will begin in the morning," Leana said coldly before slamming the door with a metallic thud. As the locks engaged Alex looked around the small cell.

"No windows, no visible vents, no escape," she thought. She sat on the small bed, pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapped her arms around her legs, and sobbed into her knees.

Meanwhile, Leana and Felicity freed Kara from her bondage and removed the nipple clamps, making her wince. "You did well, Kara. You'll be rewarded in Mad’am Smoak and I's bed tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress Leana. Thank you, Mad’am Smoak."