The sound of silence

Day 1: Just like all of his former captives, Canary was slightly twisting in her bonds as soon as she felt unobserved. No matter how hard the bondage seemed and how hopeless the situation, these heroines always had to struggle it seems. Matt didn’t know whether it was a real escape attempt or simply a way to show themselves that they wouldn’t give up so easily. In the end it made no difference, she was bound inside a secure cell in a bunker protected by his much stronger slaves. Even with her powers available, she would have failed to flee.

Her futile resistance was interrupted after about an hour. She had worked up quite a sweat and was panting heavily as she took a break from fighting. At that time, her door opened again. Expecting the return of her captor, the blonde tried to form insults from her muted lips, forgetting the power of the collar on her throat.

Just as she realized her own forgetfulness, a nude female figure stopped in front of her. Dinah’s gaze travelled up over the flat stomach and the generous breasts framed by dark red hair in search for her visitor’s face but couldn’t make her out from this angle.

Kneeling down Batgirl exposed her identity to her former friend and was met by a comically surprised look. “Hey Dinah, fancy meeting you here. Master said I get to go first since I took such good care of our little kitty.”

Without giving any further context to her strange statement, Barbara sat down on the table and spread her legs on either side of Canary’s head. The blonde’s entire view narrowed down to Batgirl’s milky thighs and wet pussy. It’s scent most prominent in her nose. A small patch of red hair was left above her exposed cunt emphasising it like a bright neon sign. The rest of it was kept clean shaven on her master’s orders.

Scooting closer, the redhead pressed her sopping lower lips to the blonde’s mouth. “Come on Dinah don’t be such a bad sport. You lost just like me and the others and trust me, you will come to like it as soon as you give up that stupid charade of resistance.”

As she still felt no movement from the older woman, Batgirl grabbed between her legs and pinched her nose shut. Her other hand practically flew through the air and landed on Canary’s well-presented butt, forcing a silent scream out of the captive heroine.

The hot gust of air combined with the jerky movements of Dinah’s lips, felt extremely pleasurable to Batgirl. This was the most powerful she had felt since her enslavement and it was awesome to have someone below her. Sure, there was always Catwoman, but she was very handy capped and wasn’t really that accessible for pussy eating.

Batgirl battered the blonde’s derriere with slaps and smacks, forcing more and more breaths and movement out of her former friend. It was good, but it only felt amazing once Canary finally caved. The older woman’s tongue shot out of her mouth and probed the juicy honeypot in front of her. The strikes to her burning ass stopped immediately, reinforcing her good behaviour like you would training a dog. This was Canary’s first surrender and many more were to come.

She licked Barbara to three orgasms that night. In return she got a pat to the head and a sore butt. Canary wouldn’t admit it at that moment, but she had actually enjoyed Barbara’s taste and her own snatch was leaking. Ironically, the redhead’s juices had a strong flavour of strawberry...

Day 3: The next days had followed a similar pattern. Dinah would lick everyone of Matt’s slaves whenever they wanted to use her. Batgirl in particular had taken a liking to her increasingly pleasurable tongue, but the other girls also frequently visited the veteran crime fighter. When they left she was always horny as hell and scarcely rewarded with a bit of food and water to keep her fit.

This day however, brought a serious change. Wonder Woman entered her cell and took a seat in front of her face, like she had many times before. “Beg me to worship my pussy, ****!” Diana’s order had been harsh and left no room for discussion.

Canary tried to speak and indeed found that her collar had been set to the yellow setting again, allowing her to talk but denying her powers. “Please Diana, let me out of th…” a slap to the face interrupted her.

“Do what you were told or you will be turned to a mute sextoy again. And until you accept your place, you will address me and the other girls with respect. Is that understood?” Wonder Woman had roughly grabbed her hair and Dinah actually dreaded that she might pull it out at the roots.

“Sorry ma’am, please allow me to worship your pussy” Canary shouted as loud as she could. Her face turned red from humiliation.

The pressure on her scalp was lifted and Wonder Woman’s cunt was once more presented to her. The blonde extended her tongue and started the routine she had learned over the last days. She would lick and tease the outer lips with long and slow licks until the amazon’s cunt was basically drooling with juices. Today it worked surprisingly fast and Dinah soon found herself pushing her tongue into the wet folds to caress the insides of Wonder Woman’s most sacred place.

She was startled as she tasted something she didn’t expect. The other women’s unique flavours had been burned into her mind by now and Diana’s was very different today, somehow much more… salty.

Realizing that could only mean one thing, Canary panicked in disgust and tried removing her head from between the amazon’s thighs. But Wonder Woman had expected this and pressed her into her groin with her superhuman strength. She needed to lick if she wanted to breath. “You begged for this meal, now eat up, slut” ordered the raven-haired beauty.

Dinah was **** to eat her to many orgasms and in the process swallowed the entire cream pie, Matt had deposited earlier. By the end, Black Canary was a mess. She had cried and her face was smeared with cum, tears and snot as Wonder Woman left her without a word of thanks.

Day 5: After 2 more days of this treatment, Dinah was done. She had worshipped pussy over a hundred times and had eaten multiple cream pies in the process. As Gwen finished her morning session, she begged to surrender to her new master and god.

Matt arrived a few hours later, not bothering to interrupt his training for her inevitable downfall. The lasso and the text had been long prepared for her. She swore her loyalty and after days of constant hornyness and denial was treated to a nice fucking right there on her table.

Barbara had been right; it was the best feeling of her life.