Lena's Secret update (Patreon)

Mr. Snugglebottom. Terry the Friendliest Toad. John Loves-lot. All of her stuffed animal collection was there, lining the shelves, sitting on the floor. Looking at Kara while she was right in the middle of being dominated. With a buttplug right in the middle of her, in fact.

Kara giggled nervously. “Lena, they’re… they’re stuffed animals. Inanimate objects. We can do… whatever you want in front of them. It doesn’t matter.” She nodded to herself.

Lena nodded along with her, mocking Kara’s attempt at self-reassurance. “So you wouldn’t mind saying you’re my bitch in front of all these ‘witnesses’. Billy Badger? Zuzu Wants-a-hug? Doctor Hugs and Nurse Kisses?”

“Mmmm,” Kara whined. “I… mmmm… I’m your bitch,” she said in the softest voice imaginable.

Lena just smiled. “Let’s work on that.”

She reached between Kara’s legs, fingers flitting along the twistings of Kara’s labia, then her open palm ghosting along her slit more firmly. It was a light touch, considering how Lena had claimed her as her bitch, but it felt magnified with that presence in her ass. Stretching the once untouched space, adding an echo to the faint sensations in her aroused pussy. Kara wanted to whimper, but that just seemed so obscenely sexual in front of Larry Likes-You…

“Smooth as silk. But not steel,” Lena grinned, her pleased smile that of a woman who knew she was both satisfying Kara and tormenting her.

Hand staying in tight contact with Kara’s opening, she guided Kara backwards until the blonde’s thighs impacted the bed and she willingly fell under Lena. Only there were bunnies, penguins, and one extremely cartoony ant cloistered around her. With the two women’s weight on the bed, the stuffed animals fell inward. Sally Sleepy dropped right onto Kara’s boob; she squealed and wrenched herself free of Lena to take the toys in hand and shove them under her bed. Before Lena grabbed her and bodily wrestled Kara back into place underneath her.

She stroked Kara’s cheek aggressively hard, like she was petting a cat she didn’t like much. “They just saw me pushing you around by your cunt,” Lena husked. “I think they already know you’re my slut.”

“They’re stuffed animals!” Kara protested. “They don’t know anything about no-no places!”

Lena’s grin widened. “This is going to be so easy, it feels a little unfair.”

But despite all of Lena’s bravado, she was gentle in spreading Kara’s thighs. And the only thing domineering about her was that cocky grin that was rapidly becoming omnipresent as she parked herself over Kara’s lower body and dipped her face down to the no-no-place she’d just manhandled.

The first kiss was only a tantalizing touch. A little bump of her lips against Kara’s slit. It made the plug in her backdoor feel like it was singing. Rao, there was just no ignoring it when she was so turned on. Kara let out a whimper, more for the plug for than the pecking kiss, and then Lena flicked her tongue along Kara’s opening. This time the whimper was all for Lena. Kara’s eyes rolled upward and showed her Gerald Giraffe watching her. Kara grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her face as she whimpered again.

Don’t judge me, Gerald. This really does it for those of us who are anatomically correct.

Then Lena pulled the pillow away from her. “I wanna hear you,” she said simply—all she gave herself time to say before she was between Kara’s legs again, lips, teeth, tongue, fingers!

Fuck, why did that plug still have to be in her ass? Kara was sure she could take all of this if it weren’t for that. She wouldn’t be moaning and sighing, her head lolling from side to side, her nipples spiking out of her heaving breasts, Rao, it was so good, but it made her feel like such a slut.

She quivered, letting Lena float her body gently upward. Some dominatrix, so sweet and attentive. But that was the point, of course. She wasn’t using whips or chains because she didn’t need them. She was showing Kara she could rule her body with just a few toys: some that could fit safely into her ass and some that were soft and huggable. Kara’s hips rolled to the rhythm Lena set, not caring if her stuffed animals saw, not caring if all of National City saw… though she knew Lena would never allow someone else to enjoy the sight of her Kara naked.

Her body’s passion rose to a crest, carefully helped along by Lena’s guidance. Kara knew she was lucky to have Lena, but she was real lucky that Lena was so attentive to a woman’s needs. Even if Lena was absolutely devilish in how she went about it. A total Luthor, only her all-consuming ambition was to drive Kara mad with pleasure.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you Supergirl?” Lena purred into Kara’s mons.

Kara nodded enthusiastically.

“Say it,” Lena cooed. “Say it loud enough for Sir Caresomemore to hear you.”

Kara’s slitted eyes helplessly opened, rolling to where Sir Caresomemore stood guard over her.

“I’m a little slut,” she told the knight. She hoped he understood.

“You’re my little slut.”

Kara squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to be a good sub to Lena, but Rao, there were some things a lion who loved hugs just didn’t need to know. “I’m Lena Luthor’s little slut!”

“And she’s going to make me come,” Lena instructed.

“And she’s gonna…” Kara broke off in a goony grin. That really did feel nice when there was a plug sodomizing her as well. “Oh, she is… she is…”

She drew her knees back and reached down to cradle Lena’s head in her hands, holding it and all its lovely locks against her pussy while orgasmic tremors ran through her long-denied body. She climaxed, all of her body an angry throb and the plug quaking between her buttocks, adding to the abandonment with which she came. Kara cried out as what felt like every desire she’d ever suppressed burst out of her in a luminous nova.

She wouldn’t call it an explosion. It was too pretty, too eloquent, too softly warm for a word like that to fit. That was how she felt. Softly warm. Cradled all over by the anti-tension that had replaced the taut climb to release.

Then Lena’s cool hands—cool with confidence, cool with assurance—were stroking Kara, soothing her further into the utter calm of satiation, and she was rolled over onto her stomach. She didn’t question it. She was gleeful to have a way to obey the woman who had brought her so much pleasure.

Kara did no more than sigh gently when Lena coaxed her up to her knees, molding her into place up on her hands too, so that she was displayed to Lena, putting a smile on Lena’s face with her obedience.

Lena did not smile long. Soon, she took advantage of Kara’s obedience. A long, thick shaft drove into Kara from behind, two hands holding Kara in place and guiding her back into the penetration. A strap-on. Lena was fucking her and Lena was ordering her to be fucked. It felt good. Even painfully good, with the plug still fucked into her ass. But Kara didn’t mind the pain. Not when it felt so good and not when it was what Lena wanted. She had a few niggling memories related to Harry Highfive and the others, but Kara brushed them aside. Thinking of exactly what her stuffed animals had seen her doing would be a naughty thrill for later.

Then Lena came out of her. Kara still moaned, but not in pleasure—out of the hateful vacancy that had suddenly replaced her delight.

Then Lena was there again. Only not easing into her. Taking the plug out from her. Kara cried out in fright, struck by the thought that Lena would abandon her… torture her by taking away all the lovely stimulation she’d shown she was capable of giving Kara and reduce her to feeling nothing more than bondage for as long as Lena willed it.

But Lena wasn’t quite that cruel. Instead, she played a little trick on Kara. She gave her back the strap-on, but not where it had been. Instead, she put it in the passage that the buttplug had kept so well-prepared for being entered.

She’d been gentle before, lulling Kara into a false sense of security, but now she took, took all she wanted, driving her strap-on cruelly into the space that the buttplug had only barely prepared for such a penetration. Kara’s clawing hands gathered the silk sheets in thick, crumpled knots and she jammed her face down into the morass, muffling her keening cries while Lena forced fiery pain into her with every greedy pump. But it didn’t stop at pain. The feeling careened into something else, something more and less than just sexual pleasure—it was pure submissiveness, pure obedient response to the punishing thrusts of Lena’s hips, and completely unexpectedly, Kara found herself slipping towards orgasm even as her violated asshole hurt and hurt and hurt.

“My bitch,” Lena trilled, giving Kara a slap on her ravaged ass, and that felt good too. It hurt, but it hurt good. And it was strange, but a good strange. And as weird as Kara felt, enjoying all that was happening to her, all the awful things that were somehow treating her nicely—being a slut, being a bitch, being dominated and fucked in the ass—Lena enjoyed it too.

Even if she couldn’t feel the inside of Kara’s hole with a plastic cock, she could still sense the tightening convulsions that rippled with Kara’s pleasure. Clenching and relaxing on the strap-on as Kara got off on being sodomized. Just like a bitch.

Lena held onto Kara’s waist as she came herself, hands tightly gripping the soft flesh of Kara’s hips like she was trying to imprint her touch permanently in them. She lunged and grunted and every time her strap-on hilted Kara, she gave a powerful twitch, feeling another ripple of ecstasy go through her. Her whole body convulsed, drowning in supple pleasure, to the point where she could barely manage to haul her hips back and pump into Kara’s anus again.

Lena’s eyes tightly shut. Her knees turned to jelly and she held onto Kara now for support as she orgasmed. She was a mindless animal at that moment of cresting, only knowing how good it felt to keep pistoning into that slick hole… feeling on some level that Kara was getting off on this and her own body strummed with enjoyment of what she was doing to the Kryptonian. Again and again, she slammed home into Kara’s bowels until both their raptures had given out

Having brought Kara to orgasm—having proven she was exactly what she’d been called—Lena pushed her aside. Kara slumped down in the pain and relief of withdrawal. Lena left her alone, giving her space to catch her breath, and the red light shut off and the windows went from obsidian mirrors to translucent glass. Letting in the glossy gold sun to return Kara’s feeling of invulnerability. She stayed on the bed, gently sobbing, not from pain, but… she didn’t know what it was. But she kept crying as Lena embraced her, cuddled her, wiped her tears, and let that ache drain out of her.

And what was left after that, when Kara was totally emptied of both lust and soreness, was a tiny little light of comfort and soothing. It expanded, taking up this swollen space that the harrowing fuck had carved out of her, until all Kara felt was contentment. She was flushed and embarrassed and very, very aware of how her asshole was not as virginal as it had been. But it was good. Capital-G Good.

“How are you feeling?” Lena asked her, letting notes of concern into her loving voice.

“I wanna take a bath,” Kara mumbled.

“Okay, let’s take a bath.”

Lena moved to get up, to draw the bath, but Kara was too quick for her. She hugged Lena to her as she sat up and then was carrying Lena to the bathroom herself, never letting their bodies separate.

“I love you,” Lena gasped out, a squeak coming from her shock at being so effortlessly toted around by the same woman who’d just consented to let Lena do unspeakable things to her.

“I love you too,” Kara grinned back. “And thank you, Mistress Lena, for not fucking me too hard.”