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Despite the loss of her powers, Kara was almost recovered the next day, only black marks still streaking her body. Luthor considered giving her more frequent baths in golden kryptonite to ensure nothing would change the situation.

He tied her up with ropes and put a ball gag on her. Let's go for a little walk, my little dog. I'll show you the place where you'll be staying. It's where I keep my collection.

Luthor firmly grasped the rope around Kara's wrists, pulling her back with a sick satisfaction. His fingers closed around the knot, checking its strength one last time before pushing her toward the elevator with its cold metal walls. The greenish light of the fluorescent lights tinged their skin with a spectral glow as the doors closed with a dull slam.

Kara was impressed underground; Luthor had recreated an underground island, where even the sky seemed more natural than the real thing.

She passed Wonder Woman, Black Canary, and other naked superheroines wearing **** collars bearing whip marks and the branding of the Luthors.

-You're the first original clone, but this is only the beginning," he signaled.

With this silent order, the duplicates knelt as one.

• This is Kara, she is now one of you. You will bathe her every morning in a solution of golden kryptonite. For five days, you will whip her in my presence with ten lashes. It begins now. Tie her up, Wonder, you begin."

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her muscles tense under her sweat-slick skin, her icy eyes fixed on Kara. Her fingers closed around a braided leather whip, its thongs dragging on the damp ground with a sinister scrape.

The others stood and tied Kara's wrists to a nearby tree, Luthor watching with boundless pleasure.

Wonder Woman raised the whip in a slow, almost ceremonious motion, letting the air whistle between the thongs before they lashed Kara's flesh. A sharp crack ripped through the silence, followed by a scarlet welt blooming between her shoulder blades. Kara stifled a scream behind her gag, her muscles straining against the ropes that bit into her wrists.

Luthor watched, a smile tugging at his lips as his fingers drummed against his crossed arm.

• Harder, use all your power.

Luthor had barely finished his sentence when Wonder Woman adjusted her grip on the whip handle, her shoulders stiffening before another swing, wider, more violent. The straps cut through the air with a sharp hiss before crashing down on Kara's back, leaving scarlet streaks that overlapped the black marks from the day before.

Unyielding, the Wonder Woman clone put all her will into pleasing Lex, aiming for Kara's most sensitive areas.

Kara's body arched against the restraints as the third blow split her skin, a muffled scream vibrating against the gag. The clone's expression remained strangely impassive, her biceps tensing as she withdrew the whip with mechanical precision.

Luthor exhaled sharply through his nose, his pupils dilating as he watched a drop of sweat trickle down Kara's trembling spine. "Again," he murmured, licking his lips.

The clone obeyed instantly, the next blow striking diagonally across the first wounds, creating an angry mark where the leather met the flesh.

Kara screamed, unable to hold back the fourth blow. Luthor signaled to the Black Canary clone, who knelt at her feet and unzipped his pants. Luthor took his penis in her mouth, modulating her voice to accompany her tongue, which caressed her master's penis as she always had, playing the role of the master's favorite cocksucker.

Luthor triumphed like never before, being sucked by "Black Canary" while "Wonder Woman" mercilessly whipped the real Supergirl.

The fifth blow landed with brutal precision, traumatizing the already bruised skin. Kara stiffened, her nails digging into the bark of the tree as a hoarse moan escaped her. Luthor let out a satisfied grunt, his fingers digging into the Black Canary clone's hair, guiding her movement with possessive pressure.

Wonder Woman raised the whip again, her glistening back muscles tensing in the eerie light of this mini-underworld. No one could hear the torment and pleasure Kara was drawing from her punishment.

The sixth blow fell with surgical precision, the straps lacerating Kara's already inflamed flesh. A drop of blood beaded along her spine, tracing a trembling path through her muscles, straining to the point of breaking. Luthor exhaled a hoarse sigh, his fingers clenched in Black Canary's hair, her tongue continuing its expert work.

Wonder Woman adjusted her grip on the whip, her knuckles whitening as she prepared the seventh blow. Luthor felt that with the clone's expertise, he would soon ejaculate; he wondered if he would defile her face, so happy to satisfy him, or make her swallow it all.

The seventh blow fell with calculated brutality, the straps abusing Kara's skin to the point of breaking as sweat trickled down her trembling back. Luthor felt his hips involuntarily lift, pushing his cock deeper into Black Canary's expert throat.

"Swallow it all," he growled hoarsely, his fingers gripping the clone's blond locks with brutal possessiveness.

Black Canary nearly choked as her voice stifled her swallowing, but she would have done anything to satisfy her master as the eighth blow landed mercilessly.

The ninth blow made Kara tremble, a heart-rending scream escaping her as the pain radiated in hot waves. Her legs buckled, the restraints biting into her wrists as Luthor moaned with pleasure, forcing Black Canary's head to remain pinned against his stomach.

"Keep going," he ordered hoarsely, as Wonder Woman adjusted her posture, the whip tracing a glistening arc through the air before slashing down a tenth time.

The tenth blow sliced ​​through the air with a final hiss before crashing down on Kara's already lacerated flesh, leaving a crimson mark that mingled with the other nine. Blood mixed with sweat beaded down her trembling sides as her knees finally touched the ground, her restraints now loosened by invisible hands conjured by the Zatana clone Kara hadn't noticed.

Luthor let out a final grunt of satisfaction, withdrawing his cock from Black Canary's panting mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to him.

Take good care of her, I'll come back later, no special treatment, she'll sleep in the kennel with the dogs in the cage, just bandage her wounds.

Without a glance, he left after pushing the Black Canary clone to the ground, who was gratified to run her lips over a drop of semen.

The cold hands of Zatanna's clone brushed against Kara's trembling shoulders, her nails painted a deep black contrasting with the Kryptonian's inflamed skin. A purple glow danced at her fingertips as she murmured incantations, Kara's wounds barely closing enough to prevent bleeding but deliberately leaving the raw burn of each mark.