Enjoying the spoils of war 3

Matt was just about to leave for a long run in the woods as Wonder Woman informed him about Black Canary’s wish to surrender to her new master. Not ready to give up his workout to cater to her wishes, he told Diana to carry on her training as she saw fit until he was back. With no further interruptions, he left the house and followed his usual routine.

The amazon returned to the basement and received enthusiastic reactions from Batgirl and Gwen as she relayed their master’s wishes. His harem didn’t know whether they would still have unlimited access to the blonde’s tongue once she was sworn in and thus wanted to use the chance to get a few last orgasms out of her.

By now Canary’s technique was becoming very refined which led the others to use her more and more. She had learned how to provide the maximum amount of pleasure and knew all of the most sensitive spot of her former allies. It had started off as a way to get them off her as fast as possible, but now Canary took pride in her skilful technique. Every small moan and little coo was like a praise to her skills. Bringing the others to multiple orgasms was only a matter of minutes now, a fact that actually bothered the captive songbird as it reduced the time she was allowed to dine on the presented vaginas. To her shame she had to admit that she had taken a liking to worshipping the other women and their individual flavours.

With her authority the amazon princess pushed past the two junior slaves and took the first shift on the blonde throne while the other two started an elongated game of rock-paper-scissors to determine who would be next in line, going through rematch after rematch until a satisfied grinning Diana left the cell. The score was close, but a fuming Spider-Gwen had to let Batgirl pass. The redhead had won, being just one game ahead. Soon she was moaning from the ministrations of the busty blonde below her.

Being last was not a real penalty anymore however, as Gwen would soon learn. The other two had cum so fast that Gwen had ample time to enjoy her own ride without the fear of being blue balled by her master’s return - not that he would have actually ordered her to stop as he liked to let Canary suffer just a bit longer.

Unknown to her and the others, Canary was also not ready to stop. She had to expect to be left alone again after she was done serving the other blonde as her request to surrender had seemingly been denied by her master. So, her best option was to keep the last girl on her as long as she possibly could. Maybe doing the best job possible would help her to impress her new owner.

Her unexpecting customer took her seat like she had done many times before. From the start, she noticed the differences in her treatment. Instead of the aggressive thrusts and fast powerful licks she was used to, Gwen was treated to a long and slow movements on her outer labia. She accepted the built-up and hummed with appreciation, while Canary kept her pace purposely low. She got clear signs of her superior’s arousal as her juices started dripping in her welcoming mouth.

Gwen began to twist, trying to get her cunt into a better position and maximize her pleasure. But the older blonde did not allow it, she kept slow rolling the gasping **** girl. Every time she tried to voice her needs and order her to move faster, Canary flicked her tongue across her clit and transformed her orders into needy moans.

This went on for nearly ten minutes, in this timeframe she had finished off Wonder Woman and Batgirl. With the quivering girl on top of her, Dinah decided to pick up the pace a little. Her tongue finally entered Gwen’s love canal and swirled around slowly, winding her up more and more. She violated the girl with her mouth, but never allowed her to slip over the edge, instead forcing her to ride it. And she tried really hard. Her hands were massaging her tits and playing with her nipples, desperately trying to reach climax. Once Gwen was certain she would never get to cum, Canary went into a frenzy. Her full **** collided with the girl’s pussy walls, as the older blonde’s tongue went to maximum speed, setting off the strongest orgasm she had gotten from her yet. It was a close second to the feelings her master instilled on her.

It was as if buckets of girlcum were poured over Canary’s head as the younger girl’s body convulsed on top of her, twisting as if she had been hit by a taser. The air was **** out of her lunges, denying her any form of audible cry. Instead she ended up in a twisted position on top of Dinah. Her body bent backwards, pressing her pussy into the eager mouth below while her head tried reaching the tabletop behind her in an obscure arch. All the time, the dutiful pleasure **** kept licking, feasting on the delicious juices of her sister ****.

It took minutes of lazy aftercare until Gwen was ready to lift herself off the other girl. She pressed a long kiss on her lips as a sign of affection before she left. Canary’s fears seemed to come true at last… she had been abandoned. This couldn’t be further from the truth however, as she quickly learned. Her skilful worshipping had rejuvenated the other girls quickly and a new line had formed outside her cell…

As a freshly showered Matt entered his bunker, all of his slaves other than Supergirl were asleep in their respective rooms with grins permanently stuck to her faces. Canary laid in a sea of girl cum, finally able to rest her tired tongue.

“I heard that you wanted to talk to me” he announced his presence from behind her.

“Yes master. I’m ready to accept my place as your ****. Please allow me to prove my worth” she made her case.

“I guess its ok. You seem to have done a fine job on pleasing my other slaves and you will continue to do so. However, I do not accept reeking, dirty whores in my harem” he chuckled, confusing her slightly. His intentions became clear as a stream of cold water impacted with her glistering skin, making her gasp. He gave her a quick spray, before he retrieved Wonder Woman’s lasso and she gave the oath that had sealed the fate of 4 other slaves before her.

Matt knew that she would mainly fill the role as carpet muncher for his harem, but no **** of his would be denied his cock. Instead of untying and leading her to the bed, he decided to thrust into her bound form right where she laid. True to his training methods, he found her insides slick and ready for him. The continued service to the others had kept her horned-up for the better part of a week without any chance of relief. The needy blonde was moaning within the minute, wailing songs of praise for her new generous master as he started deep dicking her with all his power. The freshly cleaned table was soon stained in female juices again as she lost all control over her muscles and spasmed in a climax equal to the ones she had provided to her new sisters earlier.

All her dread and fear were effectively fucked out of her, leaving her in a state of bliss for the first time since… basically forever. There was nothing hard expected of her right now, no world to save and no image to uphold. She was free to succumb to her needs, in the service of her master and owner.

By the time he had freed her from her bondage and removed the restrictive collar, she had long fallen into a peaceful slumber herself. Matt left her in her cell to regenerate. Outside he was greeted by a naked Supergirl, a pleading look in her eyes as she bit her lower lip. The poor girl had been denied Canary’s service by his order and had quickly turned to a bitch in heat by watching all the amazing climaxes of her fellow slaves.