A New Order

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BORN TO SERVE SUPREMA, Kara and Electra were laughing and joking knocking back glasses of wine as Superman obediently kept their glasses refilled. They'd let Batman stew for a good few hours with Supergirl's threats ringing in his ears. The trio had never had the slightest thought Batman would willingly surrender to their obviously superior willpower. But Suprema was extracting great pleasure by letting his brain entertain a tiny sliver of hope and then dashing it away again. "Sometimes mental torture can be even more effective than the physical," she told her two accomplices. "Can you imagine what agonies Batboy is going through at the moment awaiting Kara's return?" The three women laughed uproariously as Kal-El scurried about making sure they were all topped up. Electra's eyes roved over his body as he sped back and forth. "God he makes me so horny when he's waiting on us," she said narrowing her eyes with desire. "There's something just so sexy about a big, strong serving boy." Kara and Suprema looked at each other and grinned. Of the three of them Electra was definitely the one who got off on Superman the most. Kara was still toying with the idea of enjoying herself with Batman when he was suitably broken in while Suprema seemed to get most of her kicks by piling humiliation on her captives. Electra clicked her fingers and motioned Kal-El to her. "Take my boots off slaveboy," she said holding up first one foot and then the other to allow Superman to do her bidding. He placed them carefully on the floor as Electra crossed her legs and let her foot sway from side to side. "Be a good boy," she smiled. Kal-El dropped onto all fours and began licking her toes. Electra wriggled them teasingly as he took each one into his warm mouth and ran his tongue over the manicured nails and soft skin. Electra leant back grinning feeling herself get increasingly excited. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "What a clever Superslut." Suprema and Kara watched absent-mindedly noticing a bulge start to grow in Superman's red trunks as he went about his task. Kal-El invariably developed a huge erection nowadays whenever Electra forced him to perform some obsequious task which involved touching her. To her it was a sign that the great Man Of Steel was now completely broken - a slave whose only purpose in life was to do their bidding. But Suprema was still not sure. Despite his subservience whenever Kara was around she was still not sure his iron willpower had been totally destroyed. To achieve her goal of complete domination she had to be convinced there was not one vestige of defiance left in him. She also knew Kara - who knew him better than anyone else - felt the same way. Which was why neither had to say a word as they exchanged glances while Superman continued licking Electra's feet his cock now bulging wildly beneath his trunks. Suprema wrapped her long fingers round the bottle of wine at her side and rose from the seat. "Enough," she said to Electra as she approached Kal-El. Electra smiled and placed the sole of her foot on Superman's forehead before roughly pushing him backwards. His giant body tensed for a second in defiance and then obediently fell backwards onto the floor his arms splayed out above him. Suprema smirked as she planted her feet on either side of his head letting him get a full view of her ravishing body. "What a pathetic sight," she grinned. "The strongest man in the world reduced to a snivelling, crawling wretch. How does that make you feel Supershit?" She didn't wait for an answer but slowly lifted the wine bottle by its neck and then very deliberately tipped it so its contents began to drizzle onto his features. Superman spluttered and turned his head to avoid the liquid streaming into his mouth. "FACE ME!" barked Suprema pressing her boot into his neck. Superman grunted and wearily rolled his head back to look up to her. She was now holding the bottle upright and gazing malevolently into his eyes. Suprema smirked and casually tipped the bottle again letting a stream of wine pour all over his cheeks. "You really were such an easy conquest," she grinned as the liquid splashed over his cheeks and dribbled onto the floor. "You never stood the slightest chance against us." Suprema let the last drops of the wine splatter onto him and then tossed the bottle aside. As she did so Kara rose from her chair and approached the pair beaming excitedly. "We've enjoyed playing with you Supershit," said Suprema still gazing at the Man Of Steel's alcohol-soaked features. "Watching you crawl like a dog has been so satisfying." Her face broke out into a huge grin as she bent forwards towards him and added: "But now we've no further use for you. It's time to put you out of your misery." She laughed as she stepped away and Supergirl knelt down by Kal-El's head her arm placed nonchalantly on her knee. Superman's eyes turned towards her his body almost shaking in fear as he met her serene, almost innocent smile. "How do you want to go doggie?" said Kara gently. "Should I snap your neck or do you want me to squeeze the life out of you like I did with Robin?" There was a long silence as Superman could do nothing but fix his gaze on Kara's face. Her white teeth glistened and her grin had an almost beatific quality despite her threatening words. Supergirl didn't move a muscle even when she saw Kal-El's lip begin to tremble and his muscles start to quiver in absolute fear. Instead she just knelt there grinning waiting for an answer to her question. A faint tear began to roll from Superman's eye as he finally managed to gasp: "P...p...please Kara. Please. Don't kill me. Please don't." Suprema shivered ecstatically as she listened to him pleading for his life like a petrified child. Now she was beginning to believe their triumph was almost complete. Kara stared almost pitifully at her one-time friend. "But you're no use to us any more Supes," she said gently. "We've had our fun and now we've got Batman to take care of. But we'll always treasure the memory of your destruction." Superman caught his breath as Kara flexed her arms as though about to catch hold of him and crush the last breath from his body. "No," he whined. "No Kara. Don't do this. I'll do anything. Anything. Please let me. Let me serve. I want to." As Kara kept knelt beside him Superman suddenly pushed himself from the floor and grovelled before her on all fours. "Look," he snivelled. "Please look." Without bidding he lowered his head and began eagerly licking Supergirl's boots. His tongue slavered hungrily over the leather and muffled pleas issued from his mouth. "Please Kara," he mumbled. "Please. Let me. It's so good to serve you. So good." He was so intent on his task he didn't even notice Suprema and Electra as they stood over him their arms folded watching with supreme satisfaction. Kara looked up at her two friends with a triumphant smile on her face. The three villainesses nodded at each other as the Man Of Steel's tongue continued lapping over Kara's boots and his great body shook with his sobs.