Stargirl Submits

Courtney looked around herself, studying the room she was in, wondering how long it had been since she’d been knocked out. The place looked like an average cabin in the woods, a place for a suburban family to spend the holidays. It probably was. She’d been brought there and they’d just let themselves in, as simple as that.

That meant they couldn’t stay there too long. Someone would notice people inhabiting the cabin during the off-season. They would call the police.

But that might be days or even weeks away. She might not even have hours. Courtney shivered, fear twisting her stomach into knots. If only she could get to her staff.

“Superman, please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone…”

“Let you go?” Superman asked her. “Before I’ve shared you? That wouldn’t be very friendly.”

“What do you mean, share me?” Courtney asked, swallowing hard.

Superman looked about to tell her when the door opened. Linda came in, her costume as dark as Superman’s was now. Jet black, with silver accents and a blood-red cape. Courtney couldn’t believe it was her old friend. 

She gave Courtney a leer, lips curled with utter disgust at the same time. When she looked at Superman, her expression softened. But only slightly. “What are you keeping her around for?”

“A present,” Superman replied. “Why? Jealous? Think she’s my new cum dumpster?”

“For her sake, she’d better hope not,” Linda retorted, looking at Courtney. Then Linda pouted playfully. “So, is she a present for me?”

“Maybe,” Superman said, a chuckle in his voice. “Have you been good?”

“You know I haven’t. Can I play with her?” Linda asked excitedly. “Like the last one?”

“Yeah, just like the last one,” Superman said, sitting back with his hands behind his head like he was kicking back to watch the big game. “Only this time, you get the first crack at her.”

Excitement sparkled in Linda’s eyes. She bit her lip, then played with her hair as she looked over Courtney’s body, her X-ray vision obviously sweeping through Courtney’s already skintight costume.

“Want me to get the toys?” Linda asked.

“Absolutely,” Superman said and Linda sped off to God knew where.

“What toys?” Courtney asked, though she barely wanted to hear.

“You’ll find out,” Superman smiled, crossing his ankles, giving Courtney the same coolly appraising look that Linda had.

“What… what are you going to do to me?” Courtney moaned, her eyes welling with tears.

“What does anyone do with a toy?” Superman asked rhetorically. “We’re going to play with you.”

Linda reappeared at superspeed, all at once sitting next to Courtney, running her hand along her creamy thigh, fingering the tight hem of her shorts, which held to her legs like a vacuum seal. Courtney sniffled with embarrassment as Linda inched the hemline up her thigh, enjoying the humiliation.

“Don’t do this, Linda!” Courtney cried, choking as she sobbed. “Please, just let me go. Untie me and—Don’t look at me that way, please!”

“Why not?” Linda asked, stroking Courtney’s groin, the tight blue fabric that now seemed to barely protect Courtney’s sex. “You heard the others. They all seemed to enjoy it when my cousin had his cock up their hot little cunts. I think you enjoyed just watching. It’s too late to pretend otherwise. I saw your face while they begged to suck his cock, begged for it in the ass. You’re just a little whore like all the rest, but Kal has enough whores. You’re all mine.”

“No, Linda!” Courtney wailed. “I don’t want to! Please, let me go, untie me, I wanna go home!”

“I like you right here, slut,” Linda said, thrusting her finger hard into Courtney’s clit. The blonde gasped as she felt the strength of Linda’s unerring touch. “Anyway, you’re not going anywhere until I warm your ass up a little—teach you to be a little more thankful we picked you as a toy. Six billion humans on the planet, Courtney. Not everyone gets a Kryptonian master. I even got you a present to welcome you to the family.”

And, reaching underneath her cape, Linda brought out a thin birch cane. Courtney’s eyes widened; she had to resist the urge to cower. That thing looked like it could really hurt her if it was used as a whip. Linda obviously knew that. She looked amused that something that was less than a feather to her could drive Courtney out of her mind with pain.

“No, please!” Courtney begged, her whimpers barely audible. “I… I do appreciate having you for a master. Honest, I do. You don’t have to whip me. I’m already so, so… thankful to have you as a master…”

“Then you’ll let me whip you,” Linda said, her voice as cold as ice. “Since, as your mistress, you would never second-guess me, would you? That wouldn’t be very appreciative, now would it?”

Linda’s voice was filled with unmistakable authority. She obviously wouldn’t be deterred by any amount of pleading. It pleased her to give the helpless Courtney a whipping and nothing would dissuade her from enjoying herself. Her smile shined on every aspect of the situation; she enjoyed Courtney’s hopelessness as much as her pain.

“Would it?” Linda demanded suddenly, haughty and cold.

Somehow, the harsh slap of Linda’s change in demeanor roused Courtney to life. Linda was going to whip her no matter what. Why should she beg? “Fuck you, psycho!”

Linda scowled. “That was a very harsh way to speak to me, Courtney. That wasn’t a wise thing to do at all. I was going to let you beg—maybe let you off with only a few strokes if you really put your heart into it—but now, well, you can just scream like the bitch you are!”

Linda brought the birch rod high up into the air. A split-second later it came whistling down, slashing across Courtney’s creamy thighs. She cried out in pain as the whip stung her bare flesh, then cringed again as Linda struck her breasts with the thin cane. Even through her protected costume, it hurt like hell.

“Ghhh!” she shrieked, feeling her tender breasts blossom with pain. Courtney flinched, she cringed, but there was no way to ward off the assault. The birch cane snapped through the air and cracked across her chest, flicking her erect nipple with pain. Courtney writhed and twisted, but her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn’t go anywhere. She couldn’t do anything.

“You stupid cunt!” Linda hissed as she beat Courtney, her expression fierce and hateful. “You have no idea what you’re in for, you little bitch! The moment we decided we wanted you, you became a slave! From now on, you’re just going to obey like a good doggie! If you’re lucky, you’ll get fucked, but if you’re bad, if you talk back, if we think it’s funny, then you’ll be whipped and beaten. Your body’s a fucking object we own! And when we get tired of you, we’ll sell you, just to see how much people will pay for our table scraps!”

“Fuck you!” Courtney cried, trying desperately to lift her voice over the sound of her flesh being beaten, her costume ripped to tatters. “You’re crazy! You’re fucking insane!”

When the punishment was over, she lay panting on the bed, gasping for breath and trying to conserve her strength. She would need every ounce of it to endure the pain that Linda could inflict on a whim—but maybe if she kept Linda talking, she might eventually get her to forget about beating her, even for a little while…

“Please,” Courtney moaned, her voice quivering. “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?”

“Do? You looked like a hot piece of ass, that’s what you did. Then you got me so pissed off that it became more fun to scratch you up than to fuck you!” Linda snarled as she went wild with the birch cane some more, this time slashing between Courtney’s legs. The merciless smile on her face showed how much she enjoyed tormenting her helplessly bound victim.

Writhing about on the bed, pulling desperately and uselessly at her bonds, Courtney’s face was a mask of pain and shame. Even more than the pain was the knowledge that Linda was enjoying every bit of agony that she inflicted on her. But as Courtney looked up into those bright blue eyes she’d once found so adorable, she knew that it was no use begging for mercy. Linda really was like a kid with a new toy, and she wouldn’t stop whipping Courtney until she’d gotten all the enjoyment out of it that she could.

The rod came down on Courtney’s pussy again, slapping roughly against her mound and rapping her erect clit. Courtney’s body convulsed and burned with a pain so overwhelming, so hot, that it edged towards pleasure. And if Courtney couldn’t take any more pain, she certainly couldn’t take having it feel good.

“Stop! Please stop! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll never talk back to you again, but please, don’t whip me anymore! My pussy is on fire!”

“Oh, is it?” Linda asked, pouting with mock sadness. “Let me give you something for the pain.”

Leaning over Courtney, she slapped her across the face, then reversed the swing to backhand Courtney’s other cheek. Courtney’s face was already reddened from the initial blows, but Linda didn’t stop raining open-palmed smacks across her cheeks, rattling her teeth as they whipped her head from side to side.

“You whore! You slut! You little skank!” Linda howled as she rocked Courtney’s head back and forth. “I’m going to break you in real good, Courtney! I’m gonna teach you your place! But first I’m going to enjoy making you do what I want while you’re still a disobedient little bitch. You’re going to eat my pussy, baby! You’re gonna memorize how it tastes and you’re gonna hate every moment of it, just because that gets me off more than letting the usual sluts eat me out!”

“What?” Courtney cried out, her eyes flying open disbelievingly. “No, no way, you can’t! You’re insane!”

“Oh? What happened to never talking back to me again? What happened to ‘please don’t whip me anymore’?” Linda smiled ghoulishly, her face aglow with lustful eagerness. “This is going to be fun!”

Her eyes glazed over with red, then heat sizzled through the ropes at Courtney’s wrists and ankles. Courtney was stunned by the suddenness of her ropes loosening, but she pulled her hands free, throwing the burnt ropes to the floor in disgust. She rubbed her chafed, aching wrists until they’d stopped throbbing long enough for her to stand to get her feet free. She rubbed her calves too, trying to restore the feeling in them.

But Courtney was only just starting to recover from how long she’d been bound when Linda grabbed her by the hair and yanked her off the bed. It seemed she’d only waited long enough to lull Courtney into a false sense of security before acting. 

Courtney dropped hard to the floor, but she forced herself to look up into Linda’s hard, sadistic gaze instead of trying to protect herself. Linda gave her a lewd grin, her teeth bared, and she flexed the cane between her two hands as she sat down on the bed where Courtney had been only a moment ago. 

“Let’s see how much more work we have to do.” Linda spread her legs. “Come here. Crawl between my legs, lift my skirt up, and service my pussy. This might be your first taste, but it isn’t going to be your last. And in case you think you might not like it, I can always give you a taste of the whip instead. What you got before was just a little hint of what I can do to you. But if you don’t get me off in the next five minutes, I’m going to whip the spandex right off that cute ass of yours. So, are you going to be obedient or are you going to scream for me?”

Linda was as serious as a heart attack. Courtney was in no position to argue with her. The circulation in her arms and legs was only just beginning to come back, but even if she were at peak performance, there was no way she could fight a Kryptonian. 

Slowly, Courtney got up on her hands and knees. Like a good doggie.