Max deftly steered his prize to the center of the dance floor then firmly grasped her dress once again and Supergirl could only glance anxiously about her, nervous about what was to happen next.
“Wha… what now?”
“Time to show off more of your assets, Slut,” Max said with glee.
Supergirl processed his words and went wide eyed, “I won’t let you take this dress off of me..,” stammered the heroine as she held on to the fine layer of latex covering her body.
“Slut, that dress will be nothing more than a belt when I am done with you… but you can keep it on… those shoes too…” Max responded smoothly. He was firmly in control and he knew it.
Supergirl’s breathing went ragged the instant she conjured up a vision of how she was going to be rendered practically naked in front of everyone. Max knew it was time to turn up the heat on his submissive plaything and clicked his fingers at Cat who had been watching on, a glass of champagne in hand while talking with a wealthy dominatrix. Cat relayed the signal onto a watching DJ in a closed of booth who did a thumbs up.
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It was barely a dance the dominant Maxwell did with Supergirl as he teased and probed her defences. Kara held firm the front of her dress only for Max to spank her. She didn’t feel any pain, but to be publicly punished was dizzying.
“Oh Rao… please, I …”
:SPANK:
“Move your hands and I will stop spanking you…” chuckled Maxwell.
“But…”
:SPANK:
“Hey!”
“One way or another I am going to get what I want. Maybe I should get the clamp set and work on those… oh so delicious breasts of yours,” Maxwell said sincerely before swatting her behind again.
Supergirl’s hands rose, cupping her breasts almost lustfully before realising the signal she sent out was shockingly inappropriate. It was then she knew how confused she really was, the pure heroine seemingly melting into a lake of her own sexual juices.
“Good Slut,” teased Max as he saw on Supergirl’s face how she had realised she had just publicly played with her swollen nipples.
“Whaa… what’s happening to me…” moaned Supergirl weakly.
“I … am destroying your inhibitions, Supergirl,” Max said assertively.
“No, I …”
“Every step around this dancefloor I’ve lowered the bar for you, Slut. Displayed more. Touched more. There might be nothing you won’t let me do to you. You’re even responding to your new name,”
Supergirl gulped as she could feel Max’s fingers starting to test her labia. How warm it was. How soft. And progressively Supergirl felt the sensation of self lubrication that was building and building with each thunderous heartbeat.
Supergirl shook her head in disbelief at Max’s words but was rendered speechless by the notion. All she knew was the sensation between her legs was…heavenly and she didn’t want anything to make it stop.
Supergirl’s inner thoughts raced, “No wait… oh Rao… it’s wrong…. must stop. Oh Rao, can’t. Ohhhhh don’t stop. Go deeper… I need… oh….,”
Max saw her shake her head in denial, “Hmmmm, you don’t think so? Good! A little resistance to your debasement is going to be very invigorating,”
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The dance of Supergirl’s degredation continued on with no sign the heroine could break out of the drug like addiction to her situation. Max had used the occasional subtle placement of his feet, keeping hers very much apart, the cool air on her increasingly bared flesh somehow adding to the exhilaration that she felt. Moments of regret seemed to come, then be obliterated by hunger for more perverse deeds. Max deftly played with Supergirl’s pussy, even at times whispering evil thoughts into her ears as he presented her in various directions on the dancefloor, in one moment he even convinced her to touch herself down below. Difficult to achieve but gratifying once she did it.
“Time to take you down even further, Slut,” boasted Max. It was like what he had done to her was barely anything. To her though, she felt she had given everything.
“M…m… more,” Supergirl managed to say, one leg actually starting to tremble nervously where she stood.
Max was stood close, his smiling face looking into her lustful eyes as he snapped a black latex glove onto one of his hands.
“I did say, UTTER degredation… didn’t I?”
Supergirl shook her head, she could barely contemplate giving him more of herself.
“Spread your behind apart, show them all those delicious holes of yours…” Max taunted, a glance at her nether regions causing her to shudder.
Supergirl couldn’t add up the reasons why, or how, but as he fingered her so masterfully she seemed to judder her hands behind herself, grasping the cheeks of her behind and subtly parting them, all the while Max looked into her doe like eyes which hoped that she pleased him. By now the detailed reasons of why he had command over her seemed to turn to fog, the tidal wave of pleasure pulsing through her.
“Good. Show them….Slut!” Max said with a smile as he guided Supergirl to turn on the spot, her behind parted to reveal her perfect yet forbidden point of entry.
Having turned a full circle Supergirl momentarily nuzzled into the man who seemingly had mastery over her, two fingers of one hand inside of her while the tip of his latex gloved finger of the other hand provocatively came to rest on the outer wall of her virgin anus.
Max felt her tension as he touched the spot, but she did not protest as such but seemed to want to hide her face against him. He found that very endearing, that she should seek his sanctuary from all the strangers’ eyes, something that stroked his ego.
Maxwell ordered Supergirl to get more upright once more so he could deliver his own personal coup-de-grace. Known among his peers as Mr Digital or some variation of it his skill with his fingers was beyond compare and he intended to get Supergirl to perform as much depravity on his watch as he could muster, because nothing was more exciting than the first time. And the things he was making her do were no doubt not only the first, but maybe the last time he would get a chance.
Supergirl sensed Max’s rhythm change as he seemed to be drawing away from between her legs with his fingers. Sure, he returned, burrowing deep, finding her G-spot, but somehow she sensed his action was about drawing from her with each and every stroke.
“Whaa… what are you…doing…” Supergirl asked with a dazed blink.
Maxwell removed his fingers from within her and held up his arm, gesturing to the crowd how wet his fingers were, and in turn revealing what a soaking wet mess the heroine was. The sticky residue stretched out like web as he moved his fingers before her eyes.
“Removing another inhibition, Slut. You’re going to taste your own cum. ” Max said as his fingers approached her mouth.
Supergirl eyed the gooey mess on his fingers but any attempt to process the imminent humiliation was interrupted as Max’s gloved fingers resting on her behind subtly pushed at her, though the super strong muscles instantly rebelled. But that diversion led to the inevitable, and her resulting gasp only led to Max yet again getting what he wanted; Supergirl’s own cum in her mouth.
Supergirl first seemed repulsed, then accepting of what had been forced past her lips. Max’s rhythmic pulsing over her tongue ensured she had taken on the full load before, wide eyed, she sensed his return between her moist wet slit which offered no resistance at all.
“Oh, Rao… what’s happening…” Supergirl moaned as she enjoyed the pleasure of being played from front and teased behind.
“Just a little debasement… Slut,” Max responded as he removed his fingers from her pussy and plunged them into Supergirl’s mouth again.
The second time of having herself in her mouth was easier for her. The taste of herself was already on her tastebuds and it merely reinforced what had happened the first time. Just like all her other barriers that had fallen, once something had happened it seemed like she had no need to fight it again.
Maxwell knew full well what Supergirl’s response signified, trying to evade her degredation through acceptance but he knew even she had limits. Making sure Supergirl had sucked his fingers clean he withdrew, his eyes flashing wickedly at her as they returned below, his fingers sinking yet deeper into her.
“Oh, no…” Supergirl moaned as her hands started to drift off her behind to hold onto her tormentor.
“Oh no? Well that certainly means you’re not ready yet…” Max scoffed as he massaged her love canal again, stimulating every nerve he could before drawing his wet fingers once more.
“Open,” he commanded, only to see Supergirl’s jaw slacken and her eyes roll back revealing she was reluctant yet accepting of more of herself.
Cum-fed once again the humiliation of her treatment only served to make Supergirl wetter and heighten the sensation of her raging nipples and engorged clit. And as for the sensations she was feeling against her ass, she had no metric to describe it.
Max’s fingers plunged below once more and he could see that his charge was utterly devastated. But he still was not done, wanting to be sure he could get one last degrading gesture from her before he moved on.
“I give you a choice, Superslut, you can either beg for the next lot of your cum… or you can taste my other finger,” Max said, his eyes flashing wickedly at her as he told her, wiggling his finger against the sensitive opening of her ass as if to underscore what he was suggesting. In the meantime he continued to play his melody within her pussy, the Super Slut unable, unwilling or both to prevent him.
“Rao… please not… I won’t do that,” Supergirl said in desperation when she realised what he meant, her legs sometimes giving slightly at the knee before she righted herself.
“Oh I won’t make you, but if your choice is to beg… beg away. But, you’re going to let me in…” Max teased as again Supergirl was presented her own cum from her pussy before her eyes, Max’s fingers gesturing her to approach.
Supergirl stepped forward, eyes on her target, her mouth ready to suckle on Max’s digits.
“I said beg, Slut,” Max interceded, his fingers moving slightly away from her.
“Please… may I?”
“I said BEG, Slut,”
Supergirl looked at the unpleasant prize and felt the violation of her anus continue. She certainly didn’t want to taste anything else of herself today.
“Please… Max… may I suck your fingers clean?”
“Of….?”
Supergirl’s heart raced as Max pushed her to talk, making her speak words she never in a million years would have said.
“Please …. May I clean myself off your fingers?” Supergirl asked hopefully.
“Who or what is asking?”
“Rao, Supergir…. Super Slut. Slut. I …. My…. Whatever that is, on your fingers. I want to lick it off. All of it. I swear. Please!”
“OK, get back to holding your ass spread and let me in. Then I will let you…” Max said with some faux strictness in his tone though it barely camouflaged his delight.
Supergirl’s eyes pleaded, but with the kindest, yet cruellest of smiles Max shook his head. Head bowed, Supergirl reached behind once more and with a hidden expression on her face focused on making the next humiliation happen. Max’s gloved digit eased in, moans from his new made Slut telling him he had hit his mark.
“Better… no you can have your reward,” Max scoffed as he glanced at his wet fingers that he held before her eyes.
Reaching forward with her neck Supergirl attempted to latch onto Max’s wet fingers but as she did so he steered her forward using his anal probing finger in her ass to guide her. Supergirl was gently coerced into shuffling around the dancefloor, butt cheeks spread and violated while she was allowed to suckle from Max’s fingers, cleaning the remnant evidence of his visit into her pussy in front of each little cluster of people at the gathering.
As she walked forward uncomfortably it was obvious that now Max’s words were true, her dress was little more than a belt hanging around her waist. Parts of it still clung, but much of it didn’t, leaving her partially covered below.
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Eventually Supergirl ended up in the middle of the dancefloor again, a quivering wreck. Max looked over Supergirl, her dress about her waist and her long legs slightly apart. Truly, for tonight she was ruined and at his hands. He felt like a god, his power sourced from the submission she had given him, and nothing more. And for that, secretly, she had his respect, because his power could only come from those who gave themselves to him which she had done, with the right guidance.
Supergirl looked over at Max, unsure what she was facing next. Every touch, every act, every word seemed to be like Kryptonite to her willpower to resist and she could not fathom the reason why the state she now found herself in was both the worst and the most satisfying she had ever experienced.
“Good girl, Super Slut. And what a Slut you have become,” boasted Maxwell as he removed his finger from her behind and peeled off the glove turning it inside out before putting it in his pocket. She had declined the deprivation of worshipping it in place of another humiliation and so he had no need of the glove anymore.
Lustfully Supergirl held one breast in her hands, the sensation seemingly helping her offset some of the other sensations that flowed through her easily. As she glanced over her situation she could imagine the portrait she would make if the moment was captured on film. She glistened with sweat, her legs apart, her bottom lip adorned with her own juices and with everything more or less on display for the gathering to see.
“Well, my time with you is almost over. But, I’ve just a little more for you before I am finished, Slut,”
“More? No… I …”
“Yes, Slut, just a little more. First you were Super, then my Slut. Now a Super Slut, especially as you willingly spread yourself open for all to see. But now it’s time to knock you down a little more. You’re going to be my Super FILTHY Slut…” Max said with a wicked grin.
Supergirl moaned like a whore as Max’s words produced another pulse of of arousal which pushed from her chest downwards, deep into her crotch, flushing another wave of her juices into her already soaking crotch. His words and deeds seemed to touch her in ways she never experienced before and while some of them seemed pleasurable the negative side that it represented seemed enormous.
As the echo of Max’s words pulsed through the heroine her imagination touched on the now discarded glove in his pocket. She knew the idea of what Max had proposed to her had disgusted her but it was the symbolic weight of what he might have done to her, not the actual deed which somehow touched her more. Reducing herself to that accepting that? Rao, she might have orgasmed there and then. But maybe not. The perversity of it all was overwhelming, but what could she do? All she knew was the mental image of that black glove sliding into her mouth both turned her on and repulsed her in one stroke. She was glad it was now out of play, and yet the threat of it had unlocked more of her inner filthy slut than she dare tell.
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“Filthy?” moaned Supergirl in reply to Max’s last words.
“My friends and your audience desire something. Not only do they need you to look like the slut you are. You’re to taste and smell of one too, understand?”
“Oh Rao… what are you going to do?”
“I’m making my masterpiece, and you are my canvas,”
Maxwell’s boyish smile appeared once again as his rubbed and dug into the heroine’s flesh, not so much to bring her pleasure but to bring his words to fruition. He rubbed and he cupped. He massaged and he plunged.
Shuddering, Supergirl could only stand there as Max used her body, loading up his fingers until he was satisfied.
“At least…”, Max began with a whisper, “your filth is your own, Super. Filthy. Slut,”
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Fingers aloft, Supergirl saw Max’s digits glistening with her cum. With his other hand Max tugged Supergirl towards him by her latex belt and then began do daub Supergirl’s chest and torso, swirling her cum into a “S” across her skin.
“What… what are you doing to me?” Supergirl moaned as she looked down at herself while he smeared her juices over her.
“My version of ‘Hope’, Slut” Max gloated.
It was then Supergirl was reminded of her defeat at the hands of Lillian Luthor and how her fingers too had glistened, but with Supergirl’s blood. And then the heroine remembered her words too.
“Ooooh there’s what I wanted to see! Seeing you look up at me like that excites me, those are the beautiful eyes of submission you pathetic little loser!” Lillian had said with glee.
In the moment of recalling Lillian Supergirl imagined her watching now having been so thoroughly debased at the hands of Max and for some reason it suddenly…
“Oh… oh no!” Supergirl moaned as she began to climax on her feet.
Max’s hand visited Supergirl’s crotch repeatedly, rubbing her vigorously as she orgasmed at thoughts of Lillian. Max had to support her for a moment as she shuddered while he summoned fingers worth of her cum from her crotch before wiping his fingers clean, over and over again on her tits and torso, drawing onto her a corrupted version of her glyph.
Supergirl could see herself. Smell herself. And she truly felt filthy. While Max had toyed with Supergirl the partygoers had slowly congregated onto the dancefloor, closer and closer. The many people glanced hungrily at the Super blond who was now reduced to a cum drenched Super Slut before their eyes. Her high heels, black latex belt that once was a dress and her well set hair all combined to deliver the message that she was the fallen Superheroine, sexually liberated and ready to plummet deeper into the abyss of submission.
Maxwell looked over his prize with satisfaction. His part had been played and Supergirl was ready to pass on to the next wave of tormentors from the party, each of whom had their own wishes and desires to extract from the seemingly submissive young alien woman.
In Supergirl’s ears she could hear the encroaching whispers of the guests as they slowly closed in on her. She was the slave they craved and they were the drug she seemingly now hungered for.
“She’s ready. Look at her, she’s covered in herself”
“Use the posture collar!”
“I want to touch her,”
“Do you think I can kiss her?”
“You’re sure this spreader bar is strong enough?”
“I’ll whip her but how much will she feel it?”
“I’m going to force all the orgasms I can from her!”
“I’m gonna stuff my panties in her,”
“Man, my cellphone died. Max wasn’t lying when he said no photos!”
“Do you think the speculum can get her open?”
“I can’t wait to try this tunnel plug in her,”
“I think the medium breast clamps will fit perfectly!”
“When it’s our turn, diaper or chastity belt?”
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BEFORE ANYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS - The hand element of the image was sourced from a random KY Jelly product page.
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It was then there was an announcement which was made over the sound system of the venue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the first act is coming to a close. Please give some well earned applause for Maxwell Lord who has broken in Supergirl ready for the next session. Anyone who is interested in participating in the continued domination of our guest of honour, please come to the dancefloor.”
Max looked upwards into the dome of the structure, “If I were you, I’d embrace what is to come as much as possible. I can tell you were born to it, even if you don’t think so.” Max grinned as some of the guests approached, the tools of their craft now coming out for her to see.
“M…Max…Maxwell. I’m not some … some prostitute. I can’t …. I won’t…” Supergirl said with a tremble to her voice.
“Of course. None of them will try and fuck you without your consent, that’s how OUR community works. They aren’t monsters. Even those like YOU worry that THEY are the monsters, but you’re not! For each one that’s like you there is someone like me. We are… birds of a feather. Sure, I had to push you to open the door, but now you are free. So, are you one of US? I think you know the answer, SLUT!”
Supergirl looked at the ones who now approached her, their restraints and toys in hand, ready to take her on a new sexual adventure of depravity which went who knew where.
“No… no photos?” asked Supergirl weakly.
“Supergirl, after tonight all that will be left are memories and nothing more,” Maxwell affirmed, “Now, let’s just make the finishing touch,”
Maxwell put a necklace about Supergirl’s neck, a gold glyph of hope dangling from it and then released her hair, framing her lipstick smudged lips and beautiful yet mascara streaked face. Then he finally took her glasses, completing her “Ruined Supergirl” look.
“Oh… what…. what have you done?” Supergirl moaned. While she knew that everyone there had been told that she was Supergirl in advance she still had this sense of protection behind her glasses and her hair up. But now… it was like a whole new unmasking, leaving her utterly devastated to be on display in such a way.
“There, beautiful. You are ready!” boasted Maxwell with a smirk.
In the wings Cat watched on with a sly smile. The DJ had played soundbites from Lillian’s domination of Supergirl at a frequency only the heroine could hear, albeit subliminally And the result was that Supergirl obviously responded well to the domineering presence of the matriarch of the Luthor family line, even if it was only virtually.
THE END
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