A New Order

CHAPTER EIGHT: KAL-EL COWERS WHILE Suprema toyed with Batman Supergirl and Electra were upstairs having their own fun with the Man Of Steel. Kal-El was if possible even more cowed than before after Kara's latest display of utter domination. "So you thought you'd try to escape with your friend Batshit did you Superslut?" she scolded as he crouched on all fours at her feet. "That was very, very naughty of you. "And you know what happens when you're naughty don't you little boy?" "I...I...I'm sorry," stammered Kal-El as Kara stood with her arms folded over him. "Sorry's not good enough," she replied. "Now stand up." Superman got hesitantly to his feet facing the slim, teenage blonde who somehow now seemed 10 times more powerful than himself and had also developed a cruel, sadistic streak. "Tell me Supershit," she asked. "Do you think I get any pleasure from causing you pain? Do you think I enjoy it?" Superman stared blankly at her not having any idea how to react - fearing her response if she got it wrong. "Well I don't. I don't enjoy it at all." She paused for a second and then added gleefully: "In fact I adore it!" As she spoke her knee thundered up and crashed with shuddering force into Superman's crotch. His body jolted as though hit by thousands of volts of electricity and his mouth gaped open. Slowly he sank to his knees his hands grasping at his aching balls and a shrill agonised shriek issuing from his mouth. Electra entered the room as he fell. She'd changed into a pair of gym shorts and tight top cropped just below her breasts to reveal her stunning midriff. She poured herself a large glass of wine and then settled herself casually in a seat to watch just as Kara grabbed the back of Superman's head and pulled his face into her thigh. She flexed her powerful leg and ground his features into the material of her short black skirt so hard he felt he was about to black out through lack of breath. Desperately Superman reached up and grabbed her arm but Kara disdainfully brushed it away and then yanked his head back angrily and glared at him. "You touched me Superslut!" she said disgustedly. "I didn't give you permission to lay your filthy hands on this magnificent body!" Superman opened his mouth in anguish but before he could speak Kara had let go of his head and grabbed him round the throat. She lifted him off the ground with contemptuous ease and held him in the air gazing coldly into his pleading eyes. Then she unleashed a ferocious punch into his midriff. The Man Of Steel buckled and his legs kicked wildly as he roared in pain. Kara kept her hand tight on his throat as his legs thrashed. She smiled with satisfaction at the look of utter agony on his face. "Never, ever, touch me again unless I give you permission," she said slowly before hammering her fist into his abdomen again. This time she let go of him as the blow connected and the Superhero's giant body flew backwards and slammed into the wall. He bounced off and landed on the ground curled in a ball almost sobbing so badly did his body ache. "Want him?" said Supergirl dismissively as she looked over at Electra. "Just his mouth for the moment," replied her partner languidly. "I'll save that luscious cock of his for later." Kara poured herself a glass of wine as Electra turned her eyes to Superman's folded form and commanded: "Crawl to me doggie." Superman was shaking with pain but finally managed to get to his hands and knees and start shuffling towards the raven-haired villainess. She ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips and slid her legs apart as he neared. "Pleasure me Superslut," she said pointing down at her crotch. "Oh, and make sure it's very, very special. Remember Kara's watching." Superman took a deep breath and then buried his head between the grinning villainess's legs. His powerful jaws began mouthing her and his tongue lapped the mound between her thighs. "Oh God," gasped Electra as she folded her long legs over his shoulders and locked her ankles together behind his back. She tried to pull him in further to her but Superman flexed his torso and resisted. He might not be a match for the new Supergirl but he knew he could take Electra out at any time given the chance. He just wished Kara would leave the two together alone so he could get his revenge. But while she was always nearby he had no choice but to do as she commanded or suffer the consequences. "Faster Superboy," moaned Electra as her hips began to twitch. The Man Of Steel licked furiously with his tongue and pressed his mouth into her. "OHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!" cried Electra as she convulsed in the seat. "OH GOD YESSSSS!" Her hands were scrabbling at Superman's hair and pressing into his shoulders as she climaxed. Kara watched absent-mindedly sipping on her wine. At one time she'd half-wondered what riding the great Superhero might be like but the idea had disappeared from her mind once she'd discovered what fun dominating him could be. Let Suprema and Electra enjoy him, she thought. Perhaps she might give Batman a try instead. "Keep licking doggie slave," ordered Electra as she savoured her orgasm. Superman obediently did what he was told until finally she pulled her leg back, placed her foot on his shoulder and pushed him off her. "Not bad slut dog," she purred. "Not bad." Electra picked up her wine and took a long slug as she surveyed Superman knelt on the floor in front of her. "Thirsty?" she said grinning. He shook his head as she took another mouthful of wine. "Oh I bet you are," smiled Electra. "So do I," joined in Kara rising from her seat and grabbing the bottle by its neck. She'd had enough of watching Electra get it on with Superman and wanted some fun of her own now. Kal-El's body tensed in fear as Kara's hand grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. Electra giggled as she saw his terrified look. She loved the effect Supergirl had on him - the pure terror she invoked every time she got near him. "Drink Superslut," said Kara turning the bottle and pouring some of the wine into Superman's open mouth. He gagged as the liquid hit the back of his throat and almost felt sick at the taste. Kara sneered at him and let more of the wine fall onto the floor in a puddle. "Lick up the mess doggie boy," she ordered forcing his head forward to show him the puddle. "Every last drop." Obediently Superman got onto all fours and started licking the wine from the wooden boards while Kara and Electra watched with huge smirks on their faces. So intent was the Superhero on his task he failed to notice Kara return to her seat. She let him continue his demeaning duties for a while and then snapped: "Leave it now doggie boy. Come over here." Superman turned and began to crawl over to Kara as she nonchalantly crossed her shapely legs and began idly swinging her foot in the air. "Lick," she said. "Lick every little inch of my lovely boots." Supergirl and Electra chatted away as the subdued Superhero did their bidding. He was still lapping at her boots with his now aching tongue when Suprema joined them 10 minutes later. She looked at Kal-El with amusement. "I hope he's been a good boy," she said grinning. "Of course," said Kara waving her boot around so Superman had to work to follow it with his mouth. "He knows what happens if he isn't. How's Battyboy?" "Starting to learn his place," smiled Suprema. "He'll soon be as house-trained as Supershit here." She paused and eyed Superman obsequiously kissing and licking Kara's shiny black boots while her foot bounced arrogantly up and down. "But now we have these two," continued Suprema. "I think we should complete our little harem don't you girls?" Kara and Electra looked at her with eager anticipation. "Oh yes," they chimed eagerly together.