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Chapter
8 Sex
Slaves
Kara rolled
over. It was
morning. Beside her Luthor still
slept. No doubt he was still
tired from the workout her had given her last
night. He was an enthusiastic
and inexhaustible lover. She
wanted very much to pee, but the collar about her neck restrained
her. It was linked to the top
of the bed by a five foot length of
chain.
Luthor liked to take her that
way. She was his slave and he
reveled in his domination of her.
He frequently tied her up before having his way with her, not that
it was necessary. Kara kept her
word. He friends had been released
and she was bound by her oath as a superheroine to serve him in any way that
he demanded. Since most of the
things Luthor wanted seemed to
involve her sexual degradation, she was forced to comply.
She waited patiently until he woke
up. His first sight upon waking
was her face within inches of his.
Luthor liked that. He
had ordered that he be greeted that way every
day. Good morning my
lord, she said, kissing him gently on the forehead.
My goddess of the morning, Luthor
said in reply. He could be quite
poetic when the mood took him. He
rolled into her and cupped her breast.
Kara arched her back and pushed her body toward
him. Luthor kissed her nipple
and then rolled off the bed. He
strolled toward the bathroom, first unhooking her from the
chain.
Gratefully, Kara skipped toward her own bathroom
facilities. She had to
hurry. Luthor never took long
in the bathroom and he would be expecting her to be at his call when he was
finished. She spent a minute
of so giving her long golden mane a quick
brush. Soon it was gleaning like
spun gold. Brushing her teeth
quickly she returned to the bedroom and plumped herself down on the
bed.
She was just in
time. Luthor returned and the
look in his eye told him that he wanted a quick one before getting on with
the business of the day.
Arouse me, slave, Luthor
ordered.
Yes, my lord, Kara
replied. Luthor remained standing
at the side of the bed and she rolled toward him so that she could take his
only partially erect phallus in her hand.
She manually stimulated it for a minute, bringing it to an appropriative
state of readiness and then she guided it into her hot, wet
mouth.
Mmmmmm!
Luthor
moaned. Was any man on earth
more fortunate than he was?
The superheroine
had a wonderfully talented mouth,
She soon had him gasping as she stimulated his manhood, caressing
the glans of his penis with her tongue.
It was all he could do not to ejaculate into her
mouth. Enough, he
said. Placing his hands on her
shoulders he pushed her down onto the bed and mounted
her.
The girl gasped as he penetrated her, arching
her body and responding with enthusiasm as he drove into
her. As usual, she was wonderfully
tight and she was getting much better at the little sexual tricks he had
taught her. He drank in her beauty
as he made love to her. He took
her slowly, thrusting in and out of her palace of pleasure with a steady
rhythm. Her large, well formed
breasts bounced as he took her, describing complete circles as they moved
in perfect harmony with the movement of his
pelvis. Morning fucks were the
best. He enjoyed taking her just
before breakfast more than at any other time, and it was a great way to work
up an appetite.
Finally, the blonde goddess lay exhausted,
her breasts rising and falling and her long hair spread out over the
pillow. She was a vision of erotic
splendor. He doubted that he
would ever tire of this. But
he had other things to do. Rising
from her still panting body he headed into his bathroom for a shower and
a shave. He left the superheroine
to look after herself.
Kara watched Luthor
leave. She had completed her
obligation once again. It was
not something he asked her to do every day, but she had to be ready when
he wanted her. Luthor had made
it quite clear that she was always to be ready to receive him, no matter
what time of day it was. It was
her duty to keep herself looking as desirable as
possible. It was not a harsh
existence, but she sensed that one day Luthor might tire of
her. The brutal scientist was
not the sort who could be kept amused by the subjugation of a heroine
forever. Sooner or later he would
become bored, and then his attitude would
change. What he would then demand
of her she did not know, but she was certain that it would not be
pleasant.
Kara consoled herself with the fact that at
least Diana and Barbara were spared such an
ordeal. She had sacrificed herself
in order that they could be free.
She did not expect that either of them would make an attempt to rescue
her. Luthor was too smart to
allow Diana or Barbara to go free without exacting a superheroine promise
that they would not interfere with him in any
way. She was in Luthors
power until he tired of her or found anther use for
her. There was noting she could
do about it. With a sigh of
resignation she went to the bathroom to clean herself
up. She had to look pretty just
in case Luthor decided to make a day of it.
Luthor treated himself to a quick breakfast
and then went to the cells. It
was three weeks since he had last seen the bat girl and he wanted to see
how she was doing. She should
be recovered by now. He entered
the cell unafraid. The auburn-haired
heroine would not attack him. She
had given her word. The girl
was sitting on the edge of her cot.
She jumped to her feet when he
entered. He noted with satisfaction
the look of fear that swept over her face as she spotted
him.
She seemed to be healing
nicely. Two large rings pierced
her nipples. He had put them
there himself. He had quite enjoyed
the fuss she had made when he used a red hot needle to make the puncture
in her nipples so that he could insert the
rings. Only that fact that he
had taken the trouble to chain her hands over her head had prevented her
from resisting what he did to her.
But she wouldnt resist him
today. She had made the same
deal that the superheroine had. It
was so easy to trick these stupid bitches that it was almost
boring. Soon he was going to
have to find another way to amuse
himself. There were still quite
a few uncaptured heroines out their.
Perhaps he could catch them all.
But for this morning the bat girl would
do.
He especially enjoyed humiliating
her. Unlike the superheroine
and the Amazon she wasnt nearly as good at hiding her
emotions. When he fucked her,
she could not help showing the mortification she felt as she at being treated
as a common whore.
I see you are looking well this
morning, Luthor greeted the girl.
Yes, no thanks to you, the bat
girl replied sullenly.
Remember your place and our
agreement, Luthor chided.
You were to give yourself willingly to me and with good
grace. Now lets try that
again.
I am sorry, master, said the bat
girl, lowering her eyes.
Please forgive me.
You must be punished, Luthor
said. Come
here.
Obediently, the girl presented herself to
him. She stood just in front
of him. He reached out and fingered
the ring that pieced her left nipple.
He have it a gently tug, lifting her breast
slightly. The batgirl tried to
remain calm, but he could sense her
fear. And she had good
reason to be afraid. Since their
agreement he had hurt her every time he had visited
her. That wasnt too
often. She didnt heal as
quickly as the other two heroines.
It usually took her at least a week to recover from one of his
visits.
Yes, he
said. You will have to
be punished. He hooked
a short length of chain to the ring in her left nipple and connected it to
the right one. Then holding the
chain he guided her toward the cot.
Once there he hooked another length of chain to the chain connecting
her nipples and hooked it onto the rung at the top of the steel
bed.
The bat girl went to her
knees on top of the bed to accommodate the position Luthor had forced her
into. She did not resist as her
pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed her
wrists.
Slowly he removed his clothing, while watching
the naked bat girl. She was so
young, helpless, so vulnerable. He
was fully aroused before he finished
undressing. He would not bother
to use any lubrication. He would
take her as she was. She needed
to be taught some respect.
He climbed onto the bed behind
her. The cot creaked as he moved
into position. He pushed her
forward, exposing both her vulva and her
anus. This is going to
hurt bitch. Get
ready.
I deserve it, master, the bat
girl replied. I should
not have
Aaaggh! Barbaras cry of pain cut short
her apology. Luthor had thrust
deep into her vagina. Placing
his hands on her hips he ravished her.
Uunngghh!
The pain ripped into her as
Luthor took her. She arched her
back without thinking and cried out again, as the chain connected to her
nipples went tight and wrenched at her tender
flesh. Desperately, she forced
her body back down, allowing Luthor to penetrate her even more
deeply. She bit her lip until
the blood ran to keep from screaming.
Luthor pounded into her for a good half
hour. Then without warning, he
pulled out of Barbaras sweat covered
body. For a few seconds the girl
was overwhelmed with relief. Then
she screamed in anguish as he penetrated her
anus. It took all of Barbaras
self-control not to rip the rings from her
nipples. For another hour she
screamed herself hoarse as Luthor tore her anal cavity
apart. Finally he pulled out
of her and loosed his thick ropes of sperm across her
back.
Next time remember who is master and
who is slave, Luthor said and he wiped off his
penis. He strode out of the room
without releasing the sobbing girl from the bondage he had paced her
in. It would further serve to
emphasize his authority.
Now for the Amazon, Luther
thought. He hoped that he had
enough virility left to serve her in the way that she
deserved.
Diana went to her knees as Luthor
entered. It was the ultimate
degradation, almost worse than being
raped. An Amazon bowed to no
man, but Luthor demanded it of her.
She had given her word. She
was forced to comply.
Are you ready for todays
competition? Luthor asked.
Diana
nodded. I am prepared,
she answered.
Then lets get started, Luthor
said. He had showered and changed
before meeting with the Amazon. He
was dressed in his Greek warriors outfit, complete with shield, spear,
sword, helmet and amour. The
Amazon was similarly attired with the one difference that her armour was
only cardboard, and her weapons were
blunted. He wasnt a fool
after all.
The battle went as it usually did, with the
Amazon pressing him at the start of the
contest. She was much quicker
than he was, even without her magic belt.
But his weapon could cut right through her shield and armour, while
hers had no chance of penetrating his.
Still, she got in a couple of good clouts across his helmet that came
close to putting him out of the fight, before her sword broke on his
shield. Then she was completely
at his mercy, a situation helped by the fact that the arena they were fighting
in was a long narrow corridor only four feet wide so the Amazon could not
use her agility to avoid his attack.
Steadily he forced her back, raining blow after blow onto her cardboard
shield, steadily cutting it to pieces, until finally she was
defenceless.
He didnt cut her up too badly, just
nicking her a couple of times to prove his superiority before striking her
over the head with the flat of his blade.
The blow stunned her, and drove her to her
knees. It was then a simple matter
to finish her off. He brought
the pommel of his sword down on top of her
head. The Amazon went down and
he pounced on her, binding her wrists in front of her then dragging his captive
from the narrow corridor into the centre of a larger room where he tossed
the end of the rope over and beam.
Then drawing it tight, he forced the dazed female warriors arms
over her head and lifted her onto her
toes. She was now ready to receive
her pushishment.
Thus was the fate of all women who dared to
face men in battle. Strung up
and helpless, Diana could only watch as Luthor methodically removed what
remained of her armour and clothing.
Now she would be taught the folly of daring to challenge a man in
war.
Diana winced as the first lash cut into her
skin. She would be screaming
before long. Luthor demanded
that she scream. But it was alright
to hold out in the beginning as long as she finally
broke. This was the way that
their little games always ended.
She had tried really beating him once, and actually succeeded in
overcoming him, in spite of the advantages he had in weaponry and
armour The result had been a
beating so severe that she never attempted anything like that
again. Rok and Jag had flogged
hr until her flesh was ripped to shreds.
Then after allowing her to heal, they had taken turns raping her over
the next two days. That got the
point across. Luthor never lost
after that.
Aaaahh!
Her scream of agony
was not feigned. She usually
waited until the tenth lash before begging for mercy, but the beating was
real all the same. Luthor put
all of his considerable strength into wield the
lash. Every blow ripped flesh
from her body. But if she broke
too soon, Luthor kept on punishing her for not playing the game
properly.
Aaagghh!
Stop! Please
stop!
Her cries would bring
Luthor to an erection. They always
did. Then he would rape
her. The game was always the
same, with minor variations.
Sometimes Luthor was a gladiator and she was a
gladiatrix. Sometimes they played
Viking and Valkyrie; but Luthors favourite was Greek hero against
Amazon. That was the game they
were playing now.
Luthor tossed down the
whip. The Amazon was sagging,
her legs no longer able to support her
weight. Her gorgeous back was
striped with over three dozen lashes and he was as hard as a
rock. Quickly her slacked off
the rope that supported her and dragged her over to a bondage
rack. It was a wooden table securely
bolted to the floor. The top
was contoured to fit the curve of the female
back. He stretched the Amazon
over it, ignoring her cries of agony as the wooden surface abraded the
lacerations on her back. Pulling
her arms over her head he fastened each of her wrists to metal shackles fitted
to either side of the table spreading her arms wide and drawing her body
tight across the top of the table.
He didnt bother to secure her
legs. He would spread those
himself.
Noo! Please!
the Amazon
moaned. Luthor stripped off his
armour. His lance was at the
perpendicular and ready to impale into
her. He parted her legs, wondering
as he always did at the power of her muscular
thighs. Whenever he fucked the
Amazon he was conscious of the strength that flowed through her breathtaking
body. It was like riding a
bomb. At any second he almost
expected her to explode.
Uunnggh!
The
Amazons grunt as he entered her further stimulated
him. He took her slowly, driving
deep within her and then almost completely withdrawing on each
thrust. At the same time he ran
his hands over her magnificent breasts, lifting and squeezing the soft
flesh. She was truly the most
superbly endowed woman he had ever
fucked. Her breasts were so firm
that they hardly quivered as hammered into her amazing tight den of
pleasure. She was made for love,
but also war. The contrast always
excited him. How could a woman
who was so dangerous be so warm and desirable at the same
time?
Diana tried not to faint from the
pain. Luthor always punished
her when she fainted. It was
better to be beaten and raped once rather than a dozen times, which is what
would happen if she did not please him.
The pain of her lacerated back was
agonizing. Each time Luthor thrust
into her the wounds opened as her back was scraped across the rough wooden
surface of the bondage rack.
She fought back the urge to
scream. Luthor didnt like
it when she gave in too easily. But
he didnt like her to hold out
either. The timing had to be
just right or she once again faced further
punishment. Sometimes he punished
her anyway. It amused him to
see her used like a common whore.
On those occasions he would turn his men loose on her and watch as
she was thoroughly degraded.
Finally the time was
right. Please, she
begged. In the name of
the gods, no more! A sob
escaped her proud lips as she broke down.
Luthor reaction was to quicken his
pace. He hammered into her violently,
shaking the bondage rack. Covered
with sweat and his hands wet with his victims blood, Luthor ejaculated,
pulling out of her at the last second so that he could spurt his spume the
length of her body. Then he collapsed
on top of her, breathing harshly until he regained his
strength.
Until tomorrow, Amazon whore,
he said as he lifted himself from her.
Summoning his guards, he watched as they dragged her to her
cell. Today he had decided to
let her suffer a little longer. She
would not be allowed the healing properties of her magic belt until
later.
Luthor washed the blood from his hands. He should take another shower, but he was too tired to bother. Fucking and taming three women in one day was incredibly exhausting. In spite of his promise to the Amazon perhaps he would give her and the bat girl a miss tomorrow. Besides, all this sexual activity was cutting into his research time. If he didnt maintain a certain level of basic research he would lose his standing as a supervillain and that just wouldnt do, not with the supervillain conference being scheduled for New Gotham this year. Humming a little tune he walked toward his quarters. It was time to get a little supper and then spend a little time with the Kryptonian.
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