Enjoying the spoils of war 2

The realization he just made confused Matt. First of all, he wondered how one of the most gorgeous women on the planet could still be a virgin. This question could be easily answered as a tired Kara told him that she avoided casual dating since she could hardly hide her real identity once she became intimate with someone. A real contender for a serious boyfriend had not arisen in ages and her busy life between her alias’ job and saving the world left her little time to search for one.

Secondly, he asked how he could have possibly broken her hymen. Considering her superhuman constitution he had expected injuring his penis while ramming against it. Since it was uncharted territory for all of them, they could only make guesses about it. The most realistic explanation was that it was caused by Kara’s weakened state. Their fight in the botanical garden had taken a lot of her power and she didn’t have any chance to regenerate since. Therefore, she would have needed direct exposure to sunlight, one of the things Matt had intentionally denied the heroine in order to keep her power low.

While they were not sure, there was an easy way to test this theory though. He grabbed her by the chin and pressed a dominant kiss to her lips, ending with a gentle bite to her lower lip. Although he didn’t get any results at first, he increased the pressure of his teeth and managed to break her skin, filling their mouths with the metallic taste of Supergirl’s blood. She could indeed be weakened enough to make her **** even without the use of kryptonite.

Knowing what light deprivation did to her kind was an important information to him as it could prove incremental in the future. For once, he would allow Supergirl regular excursions to the garden in order to keep his powerhouse at her full potential. Additionally, it would be very useful when he would eventually come around to capture Powergirl, especially if she didn’t even know this herself. Kara’s busty cousin (that was actually Supergirl from another dimension) was also on his list. However, Kara had always been far above her on his personal scale since he preferred her lithe well-proportioned form to the overly busty Karen Starr. Supergirl had also seemed less arrogant to him.

With the questions out of the way, he went back to the matters at hand.

Since his three existing slaves were currently getting their sexual relief from the trussed-up Black Canary, Matt could fully concentrate on his newest **** for a while. This was a convenient situation since the unexpected sexual naivety opened up many options for him. His goal was clear in his mind. The previously untouched Supergirl would be exclusive to him. While his other slaves could play with each other unless he forbade it, she would receive pleasure from no one but her master and she would also serve no one else. A quick order under the lasso’s influence made sure, that she wouldn’t be able to reach climax with others and his instructions made it very clear that nobody was to touch her without his explicit permission.

Matt would mould her into the perfect tool for his pleasure. Soon enough her pussy, mouth and ass would be trained to provide maximum pleasure to him. He wondered if the euphemisms were true and if he could really reshape her insides to the form of his dick – he would certainly try his best.

After her deflowering, Kara had almost passed out. So, they stayed in Wonder Woman’s bed, where he tugged her in beside him after unwinding her remaining bondage. Diana joined them them after coiling up her lasso and Matt found himself in a heavenly sandwich between the two heroines. He was spooning Supergirl, holding her possessively with one hand on her swanlike neck right at her throat and the other softly kneading her tits. His semihard cock was nestled into the crack of her soft butt from the back, still slick with their combined juices. Wonder Woman served as his big spoon, although she did not dare hug her master in the way he did to the blonde. She limited herself to squishing her massive tits on his back while she slowly covered his neck with affectionate kisses until they fell asleep.

In the morning, their positioning on the bed had changed. Wonder Woman had slipped out some time before Matt woke up to deal with feeding Catwoman some deluxe cat food and treat herself to a ride on Canary’s face. As he awoke, Matt’s view was taken up by a sea of golden hair. Kara had turned around in her sleep and was now hugging him back, her head resting against his chest, breathing softly.

After enjoying the peaceful hug for a few minutes, he decided to show the lovely blonde that while she was a favourite of his, her rank wasn’t anywhere near a girlfriend... yet. He repositioned himself and sneaked one hand into her blonde hair while the other one went back to her throat. Then with a coordinated move, he pulled her head back roughly while pressing down on her neck, keeping her steady. As her mouth opened in a surprised yelp, he stuffed it immediately with his rock-hard cock, slipping fully into her throat with the very first thrust. Looking into her surprised blue eyes, he told her “next time I expect YOU to wake ME up with a morning blowjob! Is. That. Understood. ****?” The last words were accentuated by especially deep strokes into her throat.

Supergirl could only manage a weak “Yeeesh mashtaah” from her busy lips, finally awake enough to actively serve his cock by licking and sucking. The young blonde was eager to get her treat like she had last night.

He **** her mouth for a few minutes before he released his first load of the day into her mouth with a long, satisfied sigh. Supergirl had learned her lesson on serving her master and repositioned herself on her knees. She presented her full mouth to him with a pleading look, her face stained with cum and spit, but smiling blissfully. She only swallowed after receiving the command from her owner and was quick to thank him for her delicious breakfast.

Matt used pretty much exclusively her for the next day, except for the odd cream pie here and there. But those were only deposited in his other slaves so that they could serve them to his other blonde prisoner for training purposes.

Supergirl was actually sad as she heard about Canary’s will to surrender. Her master’s focus would surely set more on his other slaves again, but she needed him to fulfil her sexual needs. And by now those had become rampant from the perpetual stimulation. She had truly become addicted to his cock.