Settling in

The drive home was the best one Matt had so far. Not only did he make his biggest catch yet, but it also was a really close call. Adrenalin was slowly leaving his body and endorphins took its place giving him a feeling of incredible hight.

His view was also extraordinary. Looking into the mirror he could see the five women currently occupying the back of his van. The entwined Supergirl and Black Canary were laying on their side with Wonder Woman keeping a close watch on them. It wasn’t really necessary given the severity of their bondage, but Matt guessed that it also made his current alpha **** seriously horny to watch the two blondes squirm on the ground. From time to time she would grope one of the bulging, squished boobs or spank an exposed buttcheek, making the captives moan and shriek deliciously into each other’s cunt.

On the other side of the car, Gwen was sitting on the old, carpeted floor with the currently dormant Ivy sitting on her lap. The scene was a bit strange, given that the latex clad botanist was much taller than the younger girl. She had seemingly accepted the futility of struggling for the moment and decided to conserve her energy for later. Just like Wonder Woman, Gwen also allowed her hands to roam over the captive’s body. She was much gentler however, softly caressing the perky tits through the thick material before slowly wandering downward. Ivy did also release some muffled moans through the gas mask, but hers sounded different. Matt recognized the needy undertone Gwen’s ministrations caused on her. Seems like she had a pretty large sexual appetite for someone that’s partly plant.

They arrived at his house in bright daylight this time. He carefully closed the garage door before opening the van to allow the girls to disembark. Before moving to the basement, they untied the two blondes from each other and gagged Supergirl’s surprisingly moist face with one of the titanium ballgags Wonder Woman had learned to hate during her training. The strong material was very much capable to withstand the kryptonian’s jaws. In addition, she received a blindfold to deter her from using her heat vision as she never knew who or what she was aiming at.

With the new slaves separated they started transporting them to the bunker, setting each one into a separate cell. The living arrangements had to be rearranged due to increase in number of total inhabitants. It now looked as follows:

1. Cell: Supergirl
2. Cell: Poison Ivy
3. Cell: Black Canary
4. Cell: Currently empty in case of emergency
5. Cell: Gwen and Batgirl

Matt had decided that Catwoman wouldn’t need a separate cell since she still served as the harem’s fetish kitty. Whoever felt like it would take her to bed with them or tie her to a pipe close to her blanket which now lay in the control room by Diana’s bed. Gwen and Barbara were now sharing a cell to leave a vacancy for surprise visitors or other problems. It would no longer be locked and only served as their room where they could snuggle up and do what they wanted when not working for their master.

Once the living arrangements were set up, Matt prepared the training on his new slaves.

Supergirl was first, still laying on the table in cell 1. Matt entered the room with some specialized equipment he had not used yet. Her regular leather blindfold was switched for a pair made out of lead, capable of blocking her X-ray vision.

Once he had installed them, he whispered into her ear “Don’t even think about destroying my equipment with your heat vision. Should you do it, I will ram a kryptonite dildo so far up your ass that you will never walk the same again” he threatened, getting an uneasy squirm from the young heroine. “It would also not work out well for your big-titted friend at the end of the corridor.” He intentionally gave her false information, just in case Supergirl figured out that he didn’t have nearly enough of the green mineral to make his threats come true. The young heroine grunted her agreement into her cruel gag.

The second gadget were a pair of noise cancelling headphones that would even counteract Supergirl’s enhanced hearing. Slipping them over her ears led to a surprised shriek as she was suddenly completely isolated from the world.

His plan was very simple, but in the end Supergirl was still a young and inexperienced girl. A few days of complete sensory deprivation in tight bondage would already feel like an eternity to her. He was sure she would break easier than expected from someone of her physical ****, he had already learnt that from Wonder Woman.

He turned of the light and left the perfect blonde alone. The room was still illuminated by the golden lasso, but that didn’t help Kara. For the first time in her life she would learn real fear and dependency.

Canary was next in line. The voluptuous blonde was positioned the same way her younger friend was, but her treatment would be different.

At first, Matt exchanged her collar. The regular one made of steel made way for a technical masterpiece, he was very proud of. Once it was locked, he pressed a button on his watch and waited till the light on its front turned yellow. Then he went to work and bit by bit removed the webs from her mouth.

Once her lips were free, Canary opened her mouth completely and tried to release one of her thundering screams. All that could be heard was a yell, more fitting to hailing a cap than to fight villains. Her face twisted in a mixture of shock and fear at the loss of her powerful voice.

“Thanks for the demonstration, I wanted to test the new collar anyway” Matt laughed, patronizingly patting her back. “As you see, your cries are gone as long as I want them to and if…”

“Fuck you, release me you fu…” Her interruption was muted by another press of the button

“As I wanted to say, before you rudely interrupted me” he sighted. “If you decide to be a rebellious ****, you will lose your voice entirely.” Her fear became more and more evident on her face. “You will stay mute until I decide otherwise, so prove that you can be a good girl!”

Her training would be partly dependant on his other slaves. He had announced earlier that they could all have as many orgasms as they wanted, as long as they got them riding Canary’s immaculate face.

Ivy was last and also the easiest one in Matt’s mind. She was a woman of plants, wildlife and freedom. Her cell had none of that. All he did was to remove the dark shielding from her mask to allow her vision into the cold concrete room she was now in.

She stood upright on her tall heels, her ankles locked to a short spreader bar and her wrist were relocked before her and pulled towards the ceiling. Standing similar to Batgirls former position, she could only see one thing: a locked glass cabinet full of plants. They were out of her reach and she had no way to manipulate them in her bondage, all she could do was watch them.

“These plants will not be watered until you surrender yourself to me” he announced loudly to reach her encased ears. “I will give you the chance, but don’t wait to long. Your submission is inevitable, but your friends don’t have to die”

With that he left her. All of his slaves had entered their training and for once he wouldn’t fuck any of them before their surrender.