by Don Ship
Mistress Matisse spent the next week personally training Ms Patriot. Ninja Girl, Patriot Girl, and Electro Girl were tied up sexily, leaving all their orifices available for men to abuse, and abused them they did. Day in and day out, all night. Fact was, Mistress Matisse owned a BDSM bondage sex club at the edge of Grimme City. Very exclusive clientele, too. So, as their alter egos of Kameko, Lynda, and Cody, they were kept bound and drugged with the aphrodisiac Bliss, available for the "sport" of the club's patrons. No one knew they were the missing super heroines.
After a week, Ms Patriot made her appearance, and what an appearance. Ninja Girl could only gawk at her idol's transformation. She still wore her bustier and boots costume, but her mistress had altered it. It was all latex now, in the colors black, gray, and white. The white parts of the costume remained white, but the red became gray and the blue was now black. Her gloves were now black latex opera gloves, and her boots shiny black thigh boots. Oh yeah, she wore wicked silver spurs, too. The golden choker was also replaced with a wide, black leather slave collar.
And she still wore her mask, but now it was a black leather mask.
"My pets, may I introduce the newest staff member of my kinky little club, Mistress Patriot!" Mistress Matisse said dramatically.
"I see a lot of really bad, bad boys," Mistress Patriot sneered, and cracked her wicked looking whip. "And even more naughty girls, just begging for a spanking."
Ninja Girl gawked a long moment, then turned to Patriot Girl, who was also gawking. They shared a worried look.
"I think Ms Patriot has been turned," Ninja Girl said.
"Holy Corrupters! Mistress Matisse has corrupted and molded Ms Patriot into a wicked dominatrix like herself!" Patriot Girl cried.
"Yes I have, Lynda," Mistress Matisse purred wickedly. She pointed at Lynda, "My pet, I want you to start with pretty little Lynda, and break her. Tame her. Turn her into the ultimate pleasure pet, a simpering, slavishly devoted Love Slave."
"It will be my supreme pleasure, Mistress," Mistress Patriot said, smiling with wicked glee.
For the next two days, Mistress Patriot gleefully broke her super sexy protégé. The beautiful blonde nineteen year old didn't stand a chance against the dedicated wickedness of her former mentor. She was broken in full view of the club's rich patrons, many of whom were friends or acquaintances of hers. Then the raven-maned mistress tamed Lynda, destroyed the last vestiges of her free will, and began molding her into the perfect little sexual plaything. Molded the once proud super babe into a submissive fuck toy, into the perfect little pet for her mistress.
And then it was Electro Girl's turn. She took three days to break, tame, and remake her into a submissive fuck slave, eager to submit and please no matter what anyone demanded of her. Her only thought was to please.
Ninja Girl, to her ancestors' shame, broke super fast. In one day she was a panting, submissive fuck toy. Eager to please, submissive to a fault. The former Asian Avenger eagerly sucked, fucked, licked boot and ass. Anything. Anything at all.
"Mistress Matisse, I give you the yummiest morsel of them all, slave girl Kameko," Mistress Patriot said, her spike-heeled boot on Kameko's sweet round ass as the slave girl waited on all fours before the top mistress at the club. Then Mistress Patriot pushed her forward, and Kameko crawled to Mistress Matisse's black thigh booted feet, and started licking sensuously, moaning and groaning with pleasure, hands fondling her owner's beautiful boots. "Ninja Girl's especially talented with her tongue, Mistress Matisse."
Ninja Girl wished they would decide if they wanted to call her by her real name, Kameko, or by her super heroine name, Ninja Girl. Either one was fine with her. But it got confusing how they continually switched back and forth in the middle of a conversation. They did the same with Lynda/Patriot Girl and Cody/Electro Girl.
At the moment, though, she was wearing her Ninja Girl costume. Mistress Matisse had left their costumes on the streets, but she'd forced them to reveal where they kept spares. So Matisse has all of their spare costumes, including Ms Patriot's and Patriot Girl's power belts, under lock and key. They were issued to the girls to wear on occasion.
"Well done, my pet," Matisse said, enjoying the show Ninja Girl was putting on at her feet. "Go out and supervise the floor, Mistress Patriot. Don’t forget your eight o'clock appointment with Mayor Fulcrum. Apparently no one ties him up and spanks him like you."
"Oh, I won't forget, Mistress," Mistress Patriot said, smiling with wicked delight. "I love abusing politicians more than any others."
"Mmmmm," Ninja Girl groaned, loving the feel of patent leather sliding across her hot, wet tongue. Matisse's boots had bright red lacing crisscrossing up the front. She loved that, too. She thought of it as texture for her pleasure. But she was still in the kissing, licking, and nuzzling the hard toe of Matisse's boot phase. Her mistress was squirming, loving how she stroked and caressed the six inch stiletto heel as she rubbed her face on the boot leather. Apparently she was the only one of Matisse's girls who loved their boot licking ritual enough to do that. Lynda and Cody just licked, kissed, and caressed as they licked their way up the boot to the Promised Land between Matisse's legs. They saw boot licking as foreplay. Kameko saw it as a pleasure unto itself. "Uuuummmmm."
After about fifteen minutes, Matisse ordered her to lick her way up, and get down to the business of pleasuring her properly. Kameko obeyed with pleasure. She lived to please, and nothing else.
Matisse's legs were bare under the thigh boots. Besides the boots, she wore a black leather thong, with silver zipper. Above that, a black leather corset and matching leather opera gloves. She accessorized with a diamond necklace around her left ankle, choke chain around her throat, big hoop earrings, and silver bangles around each black leather gloved wrist.
The vanquished and thoroughly tamed vigilante took her time licking, kissing and nuzzling her way up Mistress Matisse's booted legs. Took ten minutes, and then she unzipped her thong with her teeth. Matisse loved it when she did that. Matisse was completely waxed bare underneath, so no pubic hairs to catch on the zipper. So she only exposed bubblegum pink nether lips, already glistening with girl juices.
"Mmmm, delish," Ninja Girl groaned, lapping at her sopping wet cunt.
"Don't ignore my ass, my pet," Mistress Matisse commanded, though groaning with pleasure. Ninja Girl thrust her left index finger up Matisse's vagina, got it nice and wet, and then pushed it up Matisse's tight sphincter. "Ooooooh, yes. You're good, my pet. Real good."
"Thank you, Mistress," Ninja Girl said, smiling with delight.
While one had finger fucked her mistress, the other caressed her firm, super soft butt, her leg and boots. All while she lowered her full red lips to Matisse's hot snatch and licked her slit from end to end, over and over, until her mistress began to squirm in her chair. Then the super sexy, conquered heroine sucked in Matisse's clit and sucked long and hard.
"YES!" Matisse cried. "Oh, yes! Just like that. Oh, you're almost as good as Ms Patriot!"
Almost? she thought, a bit of jealous anger seeping in.
"Don't slow down," Matisse said. Then she grabbed Ninja Girl's hair, painfully pulling it, and slammed the slave's face into her cunt several times. "I said do it right!"
Anger flashed. Before Ninja Girl realized what she was doing, she balled up her right fist, and RAMMED it up Matisse's cunt.
"Ugh!" Matisse groaned, back arching and arms thrown wide. Ninja Girl rammed that fist in and out for five minutes, brutally fist-fucking the evil dominatrix until, "Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieee! Oh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
Then she pulled her fist out, and grabbed Matisse by her hair. The supreme mistress was pulled from her thronelike chair, and thrown to all fours on the floor. While Mistress Matisse panted on the floor, on all fours, Ninja Girl glared hatefully at her and fetched a strap-on. She buckled the ten inch bright pink strap-on around her shapely hips, and dropped to her knees behind Matisse. Then she grabbed the mistress's long, silky blonde hair and
yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back.
"Guess who is going to do it right now, bitch," Ninja Girl growled, and thrust that thick shaft of pink rubber deep inside Matisse's cunt.
"Aagggghhhh," Matisse groaned. Ninja Girl noticed her tits had spilled out of her tight corset, and her soft pink nipples were now rock hard, erect, and dark pink with arousal. Oh yeah, she was liking it. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHH!"
"See, you can climax too as a slave girl," Ninja Girl whispered in her ear. Then she pulled out of Matisse's cunt, and rammed it home up her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Sing for me, slave!" Ninja Girl cried, fucking her hard and fast. Within moments Matisse as screaming out one orgasm after another. "Damn, bitch, you broke faster than even me!"
"Yes she did," Mistress Patriot said. Ninja Girl never heard her enter the room. Fear filled her. Ms Patriot was her True Mistress, the woman that broke and tamed her. The superior woman that trained her, that made her into the slave girl she was. "But Matisse is Valkyrie, too. So she is subject to the same Curse."
"Oooh…Paay…triot…make…her…s-stop," Matisse grunted out with each stroke of the strap-on. Ninja Girl didn't stop just because her mistress entered the room. "I can't…take…much…Aaaaiiieee! I am tamed!"
"Yes, tamed by a slave," Mistress Patriot sneered. "You are disgusting. Good job, Kameko." She then placed her black, stiletto heeled boot between the panting Matisse's shoulder blades. "I'm in charge now. You belong to me, Matisse. SLAVE GIRL Matisse." Then she locked fierce baby blues on Ninja Girl. "Fuck her harder, faster. I'll tell you when to stop."
Together, they broke and tamed, and thorough remolded and trained Mistress Matisse that evening. Took less than four hours, and Mistress Patriot even managed to get in her eight o'clock with the mayor. She wasn't about to miss that. By ten that night, Matisse had reemerged in the BDSM club as the sexy little submissive she was born to be. She was, of course, passed around by one and all.
Mistress Patriot took full control and ownership of the BDSM club after that. She returned to her life as Jennifer Jade, respected businesswoman, but her nights were spent at the club. Lynda and Cody remained on their knees at the club, twenty-four seven, and LOVED IT. Jennifer Jade, though, gained a new shadow. Kameko Moto became her personal assistant, following her everywhere.
Kameko remained slavishly devoted to her personal heroine, her supreme idol, her mistress. She lived to serve her, and serve she did. Served Mistress Patriot, and sometimes Mistress Jennifer, in every way imaginable.
The End
Uber Woman: Tamed and Claimed
Erica Sambino looked the tall, beautiful woman over fondly. Dr. Demitria Darling was her pet project. The gorgeous scientist just graduated from Grimme City University at the top of her class, with a Doctorate Degree. Erica paid for it out of her own pocket. Demi Darling was the key to her ultimate defeat of Grimme City's team of pesky super heroines.
"Demi, congratulations are in order. Well done. A perfect 4.0 grade point average, " Erica said, admiring the tall, statuesque scientist with the long blonde hair and fierce blue eyes. Demi was decked out in red micro mini dress, very snug and hugging every spectacular curve of her tall, shapely body. The dress was long-sleeved, with a turtle neck, but a large heart-shaped cutout over her deep, deep cleavage. "And, I understand your Doctorial Thesis found everything I always wanted to know about super heroines, and how to tame then. Tame and claim them, with absolute finality."
"Oh yes, Ms Sambino. That I did and more," Demi said, striking a sassy pose. Her fiery eyes flashed as a cruel smile spread across her too pretty face. "My thesis was on Valkyrie Women, Their Strengths and Weaknesses."
"Valkyrie woman is an academic way of saying super heroine, right?"
"Sort of," Demi said, frowning as she stared off into space thinking. "All successful super heroines are descent of the ancient gods, which is normally called the Valkyrie genes, though some are Amazons, so descendants of the Greek gods. No one can have a super power without these genes. It makes them taller, stronger, shapelier, and more beautiful than normal women. In effect, it makes them superior women."
"Quite a blessing to be born with," Erica said, almost keeping the bitterness out of her voice.
At five foot three, she had a petite body. Her spectacular tits were the result of surgery. She was definitely not an Valkyrie woman. Whereas, Demi was a classic Valkyrie. It made Erica wonder why Demi hated Valkyrie women so terribly much.
"A blessing indeed," Demi said, unconsciously thrusting out her monster tits and sweet round ass slightly more. "But an even greater curse. The Valkyrie Curse torments them all."
"Really? Torments them?" Erica said. "I've dealt with every super heroine in Grimme City and some from other cities as well. None of them ever seemed the least bit tormented. Arrogant. Haughty. Superior and Holier-Than-Thou, but never tormented."
"Their fears are well founded, and well hidden. Indeed, most of them truly think they are above such concerns, since they'd fought off and defeated the curse during their high school and college days, when its claws are the deepest within their fragile psyches," Demi said. "Did you know only about one in ten even tries to become a super heroine? Most succumb to their Dark Curse as teenagers, becoming the class slut or whore or tramp, or whatever her hateful little peers decide to brand her with. Valkyrie girls are ten times hornier than teenage boys, and we both know that is saying something. The girls who succumb to their base needs and urges never become super heroines. Mostly, they become hookers and porn stars."
"Interesting. The other ten percent become super heroines, then? All of them?"
"Well, not all of them," Demi said, smirking as she glanced down at her own super sexy body. "Some of us become super scientists or other overachievers."
Erica laughed. Demi had always been a rebel, a maverick, and very sassy to authority. Her beauty, audacity, and overwhelming genius allowed her to get away with pretty much anything. Erica stifled a shiver, because Demi would make an incredibly frightening super heroine. Thank God she despised the entire lot.
"So, are you going to tell me their curse, and the secret to using it against them?"
"Of course," Demi said, grinning wickedly. "Sex."
"Pardon me?"
"An Valkyrie woman's secret Achilles' Heel is sex. Sex scrambles her brain. She quickly becomes absorbed by it, relishing the feel of it. It's pretty much an open secret that the surest way to keep a super heroine down is continuous, intense sexual use and abuse. It is not an old wives tale, either. The best way to conquer an Valkyrie is to fuck her stupid," Demi said. Demi paused, to close her eyes, bite her lower lip, and rub her lower belly. Erica raised a brow, amazed that even Demi was affected just by talking about it. Demi shook herself out of it, her eyes narrowing at Erica. "Fuck them hard. Fuck them long. Don't stop fucking them. And they will be your obedient sex slaves forever."
"Obedient sex slaves? Hmmm, how hard would it be to tame and brainwash an Valkyrie woman, but leave her out in the world doing her thing while still in full control of her impressive faculties and yet firmly under my thumb?"
"Simple. I thought you'd want that, so I studied it extensively. I've found the secret," Demi said. "It takes less than a week, because an Valkyrie's ego and psyche are the frailest little things. Once she is broke on the cock, so to speak, she is all but an empty vessel to fill with anything you want."
"Nice theory," Erica said. "But have you ever put it into practice? To see if you really could break, brainwash, and keep a super heroine as a …pet?"
Demi smiled wide. "Kameko! Heel!"
A gorgeous young Asian girl, looking to be college age, rushed into the room in a sexy little high-heeled run that jiggled her impressive D-cup tits enticingly. She was only about five foot two, but incredibly shapely and lush. Her long black hair was cut into long bangs that fell into dark eyes. She wore a lacy blue bustier top, laced up the front. Her micr
o mini skirt actually failed to cover her sweat round ass or her naked pussy, which was completely waxed clean. Garters dropped down to hold up black fishnet hoses, and her feet were sheathed in five inch stiletto ankle boots that laced up the front.
"This is Kameko Moto. A college student by day, and formerly the less than famous Ninja Girl by night. She came noising around six months ago, and I found my guinea pig," Demi said, astonishing Erica, who sat up straighter and gawked at the vanquished vigilante, kneeling submissively at Demi's feet. Demi pulled out a foot long, silver dildo and grinned. "I broke her with this. It vibrates. I found the perfect frequency, too, for Valkyrie libidos."
Click! Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Kameko cried, back arching and both hands dropping to rub her aching, needy crotch. Head thrown back, she screamed again, clearly not faking her powerful climaxes. And Demi wasn't even touching her with the vibrator or anything else. "Oh, Mistress Demi! I love you! I love you LONG TIME — Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Love you long time?" Erica asked.
Demi grinned with wicked delight. "Hey, who said scientists can't have a sense of humor?"
"How long did it take to break her?"
"Two days, but she really isn't much of a super heroine. I mean, she was still in her most vulnerable times as a college student. Really, it's about twenty-five that Valkyrie women began to really gain some control over their curse. But still, it shouldn’t take more than three days if you take your time, and it you are really intense, it can be done in a single day," Demi said. "Once broken and tamed, utterly and completely, then they are open to suggestions. Three days tops to train them."
"On average, right?" Erica said. "I would expect the older, more powerful super heroines would be harder to break and train."
