extraordinary extra-terrestrial submission

Day 1 (early): Supergirl didn’t know if Matt had left. As soon as the earphones were in place, she had lost her last useful sense. She had been blinded, was deaf and couldn’t touch anything in her trussed-up form.

Breaking Wonder Woman’s lasso was impossible, she knew that. During their extensive joined training she had often felt its power and had never managed to escape her friend’s binds. Despite her knowledge, she needed to do something and tried to reach for the knots on her wrists and the hogtie. Her fingernails barely managed to scrape over the rope in the right places, but she couldn’t loosen them a bit. Diana’s bindings were once more frustratingly perfect.

Her focus switched to the other elements of her predicament. He thought about her captors’ threat, but she doubted that he would actually risk her killing someone with her eyes. The room had felt pretty bare to her. Before she lost her hearing there had been no sign of another person. There were other problems however, the threat towards Dinah was real as was the possibility that melting the lead so close to her own eyes could injure herself and take away her vision permanently. She couldn’t risk that, so she would remain blind until he decided to return her eyesight.

Her ears were another topic. The earphones were pressed tightly to her head, preventing any sound from slipping through. But there were no further attachments, shaking them off maybe was a possibility. Kara shook her head as hard as she could, the serious hogtie had limited her movement range but there still was some left. However, it wasn’t enough, the earphones didn’t budge. Her head slacked as she had to accept that her bondage was not hers to end. All she could do was ait and endure.

Day 1 (late):[/u] After a few hours of fighting, contemplating and running thoughts, Supergirl had calmed down and she started to realize the effect of the gear installed on her body. With nothing to hear, her head was filling the silence with voices that weren’t really there. There was Canary cursing her for losing so pitiful and enabling their capture. Wonder Woman was mocking her for being once more helpless in her bondage as she had been many times on paradise island. At last there was her captor, who she hadn’t really gotten a good look at. A strong man trying to bend her to his will, threatening her friends while she was a useless captive.

With her sight and hearing gone she retreated more and more into her head, failing more and more to concentrate on other things. The voices in her head and the cold on her skin were her only company. It really wasn’t too cold in the room, not for her at least. Matt had deliberately decreased the temperature to cool the gorgeous heroine down, but even at prolonged exposure her superhuman body was never in any danger.

Day 2 (early): Supergirl lay motionless in the dark, not knowing how long she had been there. It could have been days or weeks; she had no clue and time ran agonizingly slow in her sensory deprivation. She was incredibly cold. Even the arctic at Clark’s fortress of solitude had never felt that bad to her, but now that it was the only thing she could still feel, it was numbing her entire body. By now her nipples were hard enough to cut through steel and her body would shiver if it had any movement in her bonds. Even the pain caused by Wonder Woman’s lasso and the ballgag in her mouth was dulled, making it impossible to focus on anything. It was like she had no feelings at all. As if she was floating through space… lost and all alone.

Kara had already given up on escape. Her last tear had dried hours ago. All the blonde wanted was… something. By now she’d take anything; warmth, any kind of sound even pain would be welcome. Supergirl desperately wanted to feel again.

Day 2 (late): There were no more thoughts. Supergirl was laying in the darkness, in a void of all thoughts and emotions. Her body and mind were dormant, waiting for input.

That’s when a miracle happened. Kata felt a touch on her lower back as someone had put a hand on her naked skin. Days before this would have led to a super slap to the face of the culprit, now it made her happy enough to cry, finally something to feel.

The hand felt strong as it moved across her skin with noticeable pressure, but what really got her was the heat it radiated. To Kara’s cool body it seemed like a warm bonfire lighting the darkness.

She basked in the feeling as the hand moved up her bound arms across her shoulders and finally to her bountiful chest. It circled her pinched tits a few times before moving to the main price. Her nipples had never settled since they became engorged and the fingers had actual problems pinching them one after the other. But as it succeeded, a lightning raced through Kara’s body, from the tip of her nubs down her spine and right into her neglected pussy, which was still parted by Diana’s rope. Something that simple had never given her the same amount of pleasure and she yearned for more, more touches, more warmth and more pleasure.

But she was cut off cold turkey. The hand left and the heat and pleasure faded with it as the darkness reclaimed her body. Kara wailed into her gag begging for more, but nothing happened. She was alone once more… left to suffer.

Now she waited for the touch’s return. The effects felt stronger now that she had experienced it.

Day 3 (late): She would never feel again, Supergirl was sure of it. Imprisoned in the void with no prospect of escape or rescue, she hoped to lose her mind sooner rather than later so that she didn’t have to suffer anymore. It would happen anyway, there was no other outcome.

Suddenly there were feelings again. Something happened behind her head and soon the gag was removed from her slightly blue lips. She had already forgotten about the cruel apparatus because of the cold. But now there was cool air hitting the still slightly warm interior of her mouth, she took a few ragged breaths and played with the temperature difference, ecstatic about its occurrence.

As her breathing stabilized, a new opportunity to feel arose – literally. She felt it enter her mouth and under any other circumstances she had probably emasculated anyone that tried something similar. But now her body and mind just enjoyed the warmth as a thick hard dick was pushed between her perfect white teeth.

She touched it with her tongue and was assaulted by its flavour, the first one in aeons as it seemed. To her it tasted like pure ambrosia made in heaven. She needed more and started twirling her tongue around its head, yelping excitedly every time she was rewarded by a large drop of delicious precum.

It travelled further down her mouth and reached the opening of her throat. Hitting that spot **** a heavy gag out of Supergirl, but she soon relaxed, too scared to lose this ecstatic feeling in her oral cavity. She sucked and licked with everything she had and the next time he tried entering her throat, she was prepared.

The 8’ cock travelled a short distance down her oesophagus before it stopped and retreated back again. This was repeated again and again, with the dick traveling deeper and deeper into her body. As she finally felt the heavy balls slapping against her skin, it started to swell and released a mighty load of cum right into her stomach. He started to pull out and the remaining spurts were deposited right on her tongue, giving her the third new taste in short succession.

Kara was in heaven, her stomach was full of his seed, warming her from the inside. The delicious flavour in her mouth was also persistent, keeping her out of the dreaded void for now, but she knew she would fall back into it as soon as these feelings faded. She couldn’t let that happen…

Before the fleshy rod had even fully left her lips, she started begging: “Pleesh I cawn’t take it anymore”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please just let me out of this. I’m yours completely, your ****, your slut. Please sir don’t throw me back to that place!” Tears were leaking out below her blindfold “I’ll serve you as long as you will have me… like my personal god… just stay with meeeee!”

A calm feeling washed over her as she felt her words become an undisputable reality. Matt had been holding the rope around her elbows as leverage the entire time…