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After spending weeks cleaning up the prison Kara had expected the planned “party” to be held immediately but then it was delayed again and again. It seemed the police had gotten to close to one potential guest and another was on the Watch list and was unable to get to the states for at least a few months.

Once Kara would have been elated by the news the police might be closing in but she had long since had all hope driven from her mind. After all if her Sister, the entire DEO and Kara herself could not bring down these monsters what could a group of rent-a-cops hope to achieve?

As such Kara largely put any thoughts about her captors potential difficulties out of her mind, instead she did exactly what she was told, when she was told and as quickly and as effectively as possible. As a slave the only things that truly mattered to her was avoiding punishment and earning the occasional reward and so that was all she focused on.

Once the cleaning was finally done it had been decided that Kara could benefit from some more demented “training.” As such one morning (she didn’t know the date as she’d finally lost count and her captors no longer felt like telling her) she was escorted to another wing of the prison that had once been used as a mental hospital.

Led into a rubber room she was then fitted with a new gag. This was much like the duster gag she wore for cleaning duties except this one replaced the duster with a simple pole on the end of which was mounted a flat plate.

Kara knew better than to try and ask questions, curiosity was not a desired slave quality after all, so she stood still and waited until one of her owners produced a wine glass and half filled it with some kind of liquid.

Kara groaned inwardly as she was ordered to walk from one end of the room and back again with the glass balanced on the plate. Kara knew then that she was going to suffer terribly because losing her powers had shot her balance all to hell and even all these months later she knew the glass would fall and she was going to pay a heavy price for failure.

Sure enough over the next thirty minutes or so Kara dropped the glass six times and was severely shocked five times until her buttocks were nearly numb from constant torment. On the sixth failure she was forced to lie down on the rubber floor of the room, this had at least done its job in keeping the glass from breaking each time it fell but it was also very wet and she nearly slipped over while trying to crouch and then sort of fall backwards in her bondage..

For an instant she was actually comfortable until her captor started spanking her tits and then she was howling in agony. They told her she was a failure, that she had to do better and that if she didn’t succeed this time she’d be anally plugged for the rest of the day.

Somehow she succeeded in making it across the room on the seventh attempt and her owners at last decided that was good enough and allowed her a few seconds of blissful pleasure as her suits built in vibrator activated.

Kara was relieved that she had succeeded in her task at last but inevitably it wasn’t enough to satisfy the monsters and so she was made to do it again and again until after a few hours she could walk across the room without the glass wobbling in the slightest.

She finally climaxed around half way through and even as the strange sense of satisfaction that came from succeeding in a task washed over her she realised she was now going to have to learn how to turn corners with the glass…

Expecting further failure and punishment Kara tensed up but then her instructor suddenly said, “No wait a moment…” a vile grin appeared on her face, “…we have a change of plans!”

With that she lifted the glass off Kara’s gag and then slipped two fingers through the D-ring on Kara’s collar to tow her out of the cell and along to another one a few doors down. There she was shoved inside and then the glass slipped back into place on the tray.

Not wanting to disturb the glass Kara carefully looked around without moving her body and was unsurprised to find another woman hanging in a bondage sleep sack from the ceiling. Doubtless her owners wanted to show Kara off, to break the girl’s resistance by showing that even a superhero could not resist.

Well there were worse ways to spend the day, she’d probably just have to orally pleasure the girl (which by this point was no chore for a sex addict like Kara) and she told herself that if she helped break the girl quickly then at least the woman wouldn’t suffer for quite as long…

She looked up at the tall raven haired beauty before her, wait didn’t she know this woman….It couldn’t be…

Lena…

…

Lena Luthor struggled in her bondage and did her best to pretend she was as utterly terrified as she was supposed to be. It had been many months since she had entered into an alliance with the Order of the order of Latexarius Delicosus to try and save her friend Kara (www.deviantart.com/echotango15…). During that time she had undergone intense training in sex, submission and to increase her tolerance for pain, brainwashing drugs and anything else that Kara’s captors might throw at her when it came time to play her role in the plan.

It was a dangerous role to be sure but someone needed to infiltrate the hidden base of the Slavers and relay its location to the waiting rescue teams. This was easier said than done as the Slavers known for their paranoia and this meant they would be suspicious of anyone who tried to get close to them. It also meant that the tracking device implanted in Lena’s left shoulder had to be kept offline until she was actually in the base or it would be discovered and removed.

All of this meant the only way to infiltrate the base was for someone to pose as a slave and be taken into it. Ideally this would have been one of the Nun’s who were highly trained in sex and submission and could endure any suffering until the time to act arrived. However a recent hacking attack was feared to have exposed the cover identities of the Orders deep cover operatives and in any case the slavers had stopped random recruitment for the moment (likely out of fear of an order operative getting to them by infiltration).

In the end that meant only Lena could undertake this mission because not only was Lena highly kinky and a big enough switch to serve monsters for the time needed to get a location but she was also someone the monsters were desperate to get hold of.

Her earlier private efforts to find and save Kara had resulted in a few Slaver operatives getting arrested (not the ones who knew where Kara was mores the pity) and slaves being rescued. As such the Slavers had sworn to enslave her as a replacement and had placed a bounty on her head in that part of the underworld that was concerned in capturing “stock” for the vile underground slaving network.

All of which meant that the best way to get an agent inside was to give the Slaver’s what they wanted…

It hadn’t been easy getting to this point, the Order had spent months creating a fake bounty hunter to “capture” Lena who had endured the most extreme training she had ever experienced. In many ways she’d been brainwashed as thoroughly as any of the slaver’s victims. She’d been taught the roles of pleasure and pain, taught to endure the latter and go without the former for long periods. She’d been introduced to dozens of methods of torture and taught how to endure them, while her pain threshold had been built up until she could survive nearly anything with her sanity intact.

Now at last the time had come for what Sister Thea had playfully called “Operation Jabba.” After months “on the run” she’d been “captured” and delivered to the slavers who had quickly stung her up in this sleep sack, attached weights to her nipples and thrust a gag into her mouth.

As she hung in her bondage gently sobbing “from the pain” (which she had actually long since learned to endure) she tried to focus on the mission. The tracker would already be active and even if the base was shielded the Order would already have a rough location from when she was being transported here. Hours, days at most and they would come riding to the rescue and meanwhile all she had to do was endure a bit of BDSM action.

Except…oh God that was Kara what had they done to her?

…

Kara looked up into Lena’s horrified eyes and sobbed slightly as she realised another of her friends had joined her in sexual hell. And yet…She could not deny the heat rising in her sex because this was Lena this was the girl who’d truly made Kara realised she liked girls. This was the woman she’d been toying with asking out shortly before her capture, and now she was here her perfect nipples and bush on display as Kara gazed up at her.

“Yes Slave, we know you had feelings for Ms Luthor, and now you’re going to help us make her as you are!” The trainer hissed in Kara’s ear causing her to jolt in shock and drop the glass but instead of punishment there was only laughter.

“We should thank you for delivering yourself to us Lena Luthor, you led us a merry chase but this is the end. So let’s get your contract signed and then we can start having some “fun!”

…

It was hard for Lena to deny the heat in her own sex as she looked upon the woman she’d loved from afar for so long and who was now clearly as kinky as Lena had always fantasised about. She shuddered at that thought, she’d long hoped to be the one to prove to Kara she was not only gay but kinky but that had been meant to be voluntary fun not the horror’s that had made Kara into this.

While her mind churned the Slaver with Kara removed the fallen heroines gag and then stepped back. “Slave I think it is time you show your former friend how well trained you are, tell me what are you?”

Lena wasn’t sure what she expected to happen next, hesitation at least, perhaps Kara enraged and fighting her “owners” proving she wasn’t totally broken, instead Kara began to speak in a low whisper of submission far removed from her former strong voice.

“This slave is an owned piece of property; it exists to service its Mistress’s needs and gives itself freely to a life of service and submission as detailed in the contract it has signed…”

…

Kara took a breath after the first line and then without pause continued to speak not allowing even a hint of humiliation into her tone, “This slave accepts that it has no right to any limitation on its servitude, it accepts it may not have any safeword or relief from its service for the duration of the contract it has signed,”

Which was a contract for life Kara reminded herself. Once upon a time speaking these words would have been a horror for her, even a few months ago giving this speech had filled her with shame but now she spoke without hesitation. Kara had long since known her place and this was the fourteenth time that she had been required to debase herself before a new slave, to show them that if even Supergirl could become a broken slave there was no hope for them either.

In any case there was something else on Kara’s mind at the moment, and that was her desire for Lena. She’d wanted Lena for so long and unlike her deviant desire for Alex that lust was not tempered by the fear of embracing incest. Further she knew with absolute certainty that the only way to be with the love of her life was to convince her to embrace slavery. Manumission was an alien concept to her owners and if Lena proved too difficult she’d be shipped off to a filthy brothel, chained to a mattress and never seen again.

She had to save Lena, show her that the slave orgasm was the best thing in the world and so when her Mistress spoke again she was ready,

“Slave! Go kneel before the captive and assist me!”

“Yes Mistress,” Kara replied as she moved towards Lena her hips swinging in the slow mincing walk of the slave girl and then dropped to her knees before the exposed bud of Lena’s sex.

“Now show her what being a slave means!”

…

“Roh…” Lena moaned in terror and no small amount of desire as Kara leaned in and the alien girl’s tongue brushed Lena’s pussy lips. Oh God Kara is fucking me! Lena thought as the first pulse of pleasure burned through her body. But then Kara was commanded to withdraw and Lena could not help but moan in disappointment.

“You want more?” the Mistress demanded, “Answer my questions and perhaps you will get what you want. We know the bounty hunter was fake…” Lena tensed up, “…so why would you willingly let yourself be enslaved?”

Lena just glared at her and moaned into her gag, “DAT RICK! DIE REVER!” then she screamed in pain as the electrodes that lined her bondage sack started shocking her buttocks and feet. It was agony but she forced herself to endure, if she could just hold on, if she could just resist they would both be saved…

“Not ready to talk? Slave tongue her again!” With her free will long gone Kara simply did as she was told even as Lena wondered what the hell kind of torture this was. She was so close to orgasm, Kara was going to fuck her silly, this was wrong but it felt so right! “STOP!”

Instantly Kara pulled back leaving Lena hanging seconds from orgasm before a massive series of shocks drove her back down into the abyss of agony. Lena screamed in suffering as she realised she was being subjected to orgasm denial torture combined with good old fashioned pain!

“Talk, or you’ll hang at the edge of orgasm forever!” the monster demanded as Kara moved back in and resumed her work. The captive genius was sure she’d be pushed over the edge this time, the shocks hadn’t left her body any less sensitive after all but once again the Mistress proved an expert and cut her off just at the right moment and then the pain came again. “TALK!” the monster’s demanded and Lena who had never been trained for such a deviant torment moaned,

“RARA!”

“You wanted to be with Kara? Well you got your wish but I don’t think that’s the whole truth so I ask again!”

Lena screamed in agony as the cycle continued and Kara moaned in shame as she aided in the destruction of her former friend. Where was the rescue party? Could Lena hold on, could she endure or would she break and tell everything so the order walked into a trap when they arrived?

The torment seemed endless and she could hear Kara whispering to her which was almost worse. “Accept the collar Lena, this slave did and is now much happier. It gets easier when you obey. This slave wants you Lena, this slave loves you…”

It was so nice to hear Kara tell her she loved her but at the same time horrible to hear Kara so broken she could not even speak in the first person. Was this slave all that was left of her friend? The Order had said they could save her but after more than a year was there actually anything left? What if Kara really did want to be a slave? Did that mean the only way she could love Lena was if Lena was a slave herself?

A small orgasm finally broke through her fugue of mental anguish, and even as she moaned in unwanted pleasure she screamed inside her mind. What was she thinking? How could she think becoming a slave herself was the answer (well she had pledged to join the Order but that…was different)? She had to fight she had to hold on, she had to hold on… But could she hold on..?

TO BE CONTINUED…
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Well on the plus side it seems the mad plan Lena and the Nuns made to save Kara is finally being put into action but it seems it may already be going wrong. Can Lena hold on, will the Nuns save her or walk into a trap? Will I get the next part done quicker? Well find out next time folks as we race towards the conclusion at last...

Anyway until the next time folks….

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