Superman is trapped with some young female delquintes while only Lois can save him.
Superman dropped from the sky like a meteor, into a dark alley of the great city of Metropolis. The tall massive crimefighter strode down the alley, until a slim figure stepped from the shadows. "Oh Superman you came! Thank God!" "Clark Kent said you needed to see me." The Man of Steel answered the young woman.
"Yes, yes!" She prattled breathlessly. Its tremendously important!"
"Don't I know you, Young Lady?" Superman queried. "Yes. You're Maria Salvato. I arrested you and your three cronies two years ago, in connection with a drive-by shooting of a rival gang member. I assume you've served your sentence and I hope you were rehabilitated."
"You got a good memory, Supercreep!" The young woman said harshly. "I may not be rehabilitated, but you're sure as hell gonna be!"
As she spoke, the girl took a small box from behind her back and flicked it open. Suddenly the Man of Steel reeled backward.
"Great Scott! You have Kryptonite!" Superman gasped in disbelief. "But it was all destroyed by the government." He went on, leaning against the brick wall for support.
"Not quite all of it!" Maria crowed. "Get him girls!"
Two other slim, young women emerged from the shadows and grabbed Superman's arms. The huge caped figure struggled valiantly, but the Kryptonite did its evil work, and the two girls easily held him. "Let me go! Let me go!" The mighty crimefighter demanded, but the girls giggled at his demand. Maria came closer and took a small object from the box. It was Kryptonite mounted on a flexible steel mesh tape. Maria wrapped the tape around Superman's neck and locked it in place with a bicycle lock. Superman tore at his throat, but by now, he was too weak from Kryptonite to break the steel, or tear open the lock .
"Must escape!" Superman muttered weakly, and lunged desperately. He momentarily broke free of the giggling girl's. He raised his arms to fly, but Maria grabbed the waistband of his red shorts. Superman strained with all his might to take flight, but the tiny girl held him back. It was no use! The Kryptonite was rapidly stripping away his powers. The mighty crimefighter slumped wearily in defeat.
"All right, grab him and don't let him get away this time, you dumb bitches!" Maria ordered. The girls each grabbed one of Superman's arms, in two come-along holds. They easily bent those tremendous arms, until Superman cried out at the pain.
"Bring him to the car!" Maria ordered. The giggling girls dragged Superman down the alley. Superman dug in his heels, but they pulled him along like a recalcitrant child. Neither girl reached as high as his broad, muscular chest. It was hellishly embarrassing for the Man of Steel. At the end of the alley was a large sedan. The girl's flung Superman into the back seat. Maria and one of the girl's got in with him, and the other girl got behind the wheel. As soon as they were all in, the car roared to life and sped out of the alley.
"Wh-where a-are you taking me?" Superman gasped
"Wherever we want, big man!" Maria smirked. "Blind fold him Valerie!" Maria ordered the other girl in the backseat.
"What about his X-ray vision?" Valerie asked.
"I told you it probably it doesn't work when he's exposed to Kryptonite. Maria answered. "But that's why I gave you those lead lined goggles. He can't see through lead anyway." Valerie tied the goggles around the Man of Steel's eyes. Being suddenly blinded, was unnerving even for the superhero,
"Hey Maria! Can I see if I can turn him on? He certainly is a hunk! Look at those muscles!"
"Geez Val, can't you ever forget you're a hooker?" Maria said in disgust. "Ahh, what the heck. Get your jollies!" Valerie slid onto Superman's lap. She stuck her tongue in his ear and vibrated it. She slid her tiny hand into the waistband of Superman's red shorts. Superman jumped as though shocked.
"Stop it stop that!" Superman protested in alarm. "Wow! What a dong!" Valerie crowed. "It's the size of a horse!"
"You ought to know about that!" Maria cracked.
Superman 's face grew red as a beet, as the young whore played with his penis. "Please, Young Lady! You mustn't!" Superman pleaded.
"Oh I think you like it, honey!" Valerie giggled as Superman's red shorts bulged alarmingly.
"Miss pleassse!" Superman pleaded, rapidly losing his fabled composure, as Valerie brazenly groped his privates.
Valerie toyed with the giant crimefighter, as the car sped through the city and across the river into the countryside. Suddenly Valerie hooted in laughter. "He came! Maria, the great Superman came from a handj ob! I made Superman come in his pants. I made Superman come in his pants/" Valerie chanted
"Yeah all those big macho guys get turned on when a girl pushes him around." April said from the front seat. Superman's head drooped down on his chest, mortified by his shameful weakness.
"That's just the start of what our big brave superhero is gonna get ." Maria said with a vicious edge to her voice. April pulled the car into a driveway, just then. April and Valerie got out of the car. Superman sat slumped in the back seat, until Maria viciously kicked him out of the car. The helpless Man of Steel sprawled on the ground.
"Get him inside!" Maria ordered. April and Valerie grabbed Superman under the arms and tried to lift him, but his giant body was too heavy for them.
"Get up you big oaf or you'll be sorry!" Maria snarled. Superman obediently struggled to his feet with the help of the girls. He stumbled on rubbery legs as they steered him into the old building.
"Throw him on the table!" Maria ordered. Val and April threw Superman face down across a huge, steel restaurant table. Superman's legs dangled over the side red boots touching the floor.
Maria pulled the leaded goggles off Superman's eyes. "Let him see what's coming!" She said, then added. "Is everything ready, Lupe?". Superman blinking at the sudden light, heard a fourth girl answer. "Yeah, everything's ready. Shit you really got him! You three, dumb bimbos captured Superman. That's like incredible! Right on! Look at him. He can't even walk."
"Yeah Val jerked him off the in the car." April whooped. "He went off like a fire cracker! Look his dick is still up. He can't even lie down flat on the table. Did you see the front of his pants are all smeared with super cum?".
"Holy Cow!" Lupe answered. "I wish I'd seen that! Hey can I pull his pants down?" Without waiting Maria's permission, she grabbed the waistband of the red shorts and tugged at them. Valerie joined in the fun. Superman blinked as he tried to grab his shorts, but the girl's already had them half off his behind
"O. K. geta move on. Lupe start that video camera. I want everything we do to Supercreep here, on tape. First I want to send a copy to that dizzy dame reporter Lois Lane. She's supposed to be his girl friend. Wait'll that bimbo gets a load of us and her boyfriend." Superman cringed at the thought of Lois seeing him in this mortifying predicament.
Late next evening, Lois Lane slipped the mysterious video tape into her living room VCR. The tape had been delivered to her office at the Daily Planet that afternoon marked: "Personal. For your eyes only!" Lois was a nosy as the next reporter, but she shrewdly waited until she got home to play it. She'd worked late and stopped for a sandwich, so it was now quite late.She curiously settled down to watch.
As the tape started, Lois saw a huge man lying face down on a big table. His broad muscular butt was naked, blue and red pants pulled down around his knees.
"What kind of sick junk is this?" Lois muttered in disgust. "Nice butt though!" She couldn't help noticing. Then the scene finally registered.
"Omigod!" Lois gasped. "Its Superman! He's been captured by some criminals. What kind of sick perverts... Why those are girls holding him. They're just kids! How could they....Then she saw the glowing collar on Superman's bullneck. " Kryptonite!" She gasped. "Where did they get it?"
The tape whirred on. Lois heard the girl's leader, she later found out the girl's name was Maria, say to the girl behind the camera. "That's it Lupe! Get a good shot of his bare, super ass! His girlfriend should recognize that right off."
Lois watched and listened in shock, distressed by the plight of the man she loved.
"Look at the back side on Superstud!" Valerie chortled, as she patted Superman's butt. "Ooh he's so cute. Talk about bubble butts. What an ass, and its all muscle!" Val smirked.
Lois thought indignantly. "Keep you're hands to yourself! You dirty, little slut!"
Just then, Superman desperately rolled off the table on to his feet. "Oh run Superman! Run!" Lois prayed. "Get away form them!"
Unfortunately, as he stumbled toward the door, Superman's tights and shorts tangled around his knees. "Grab him!" Lois heard Maria shout.
Valerie quickly caught Superman's arm. Then she brazenly grabbed the Man of Steel's huge penis, and jerked it hard. She dragged him whimpering back to the table.
"Aaaaoowww!" Superman yowled.
"Hey, big boy! You want I should jerk you of again, maybe? I usually charge fifty bucks. You're lucky gettin' it free."
Tears came to Lois's eyes, as Val gave the helpless superhero a hard shove. Superman careened across the room. He would have fallen, if April didn't grab him. Her hot hand grabbed and fondled his scrotum. "What a pair of balls! And look! That's some dong he's got. It must be fourteen inches. This stud is really hung." April laughed. "Shit! No one but Valerie could take that much meat."
April shoved Superman back toward Valerie. Valerie grabbed Superman around the neck, and pushed the weakened superhero down on the table, on his back this time. She leaned over him, and french kissed him, rubbing her breasts against his mighty chest and her leg against his naked thigh. She pushed the blue uniform tunic up over Superman's ribs, until it was wadded around his neck. When she'd exposed his mighty chest, she laughed. "Wow! Look at those pecs!" She began kissing and sucking one of Superman's nipples. "He's got bigger tits than me!"
April yelled. "Look at that dick stand to attention!" Superman humiliatingly aroused by Valerie's aggressive abuse, tried to pull his costume up to hide his massive arousal, but by now it was tangled too tightly around his legs.
"Awright stop screwing around! We're not here to play games!" Marie yelled. "I want to teach this sanctimonious scumbag what happens to people who mess with us. Turn him over, Valerie! Did you get that on tape?"
"Yeah I got it, all." Lupe answered, as Valerie reluctantly climbed off Superman's prone body. It was terrifying for Lois to see the mighty superhero she had loved for so many years, degraded like that and helpless to do anything about it. She couldn't help a quickly repressed thought, though. "He sure seemed to like her fondling him like a piece of meat, though!"
Now, April and Maria each picked up a greenish paddle, the kind used in sorority or fraternity initiations. Maria walked over and jerked Superman's head up by the hair. "See this, Mr Superhero?" She demanded, waving her paddle in Superman's face. "We coated these paddles in Kryptonite. Maybe bullets bounce off your chest, but I bet this won't bounce off your ass? I'm betting it will really hurt! What do you think?" Superman gulped.
"April! Hold him down!" Maria ordered. April stood on the opposite side of the table and grasped Superman's wrists. He was so weak from Kryptonite, that the tiny girl easily spreadeagled the mighty Man of Steel across the table.
"Oh boy! I get to spank Superman! I get to spank Superman!" Valerie chanted in excitement waving her paddle in the air.
Lois watched in horror, beginning to weep softly. "Even with Kryptonite on them, those things can't hurt Superman. He's invulnerable, isn't he? Anyway he's too brave to let a initiation paddle scare him."
Maria raised her paddle overhead, and brought it down across Superman's ass cheeks with all her might. As Maria raised her paddle for the next stroke, Valerie struck with her's. The Kryptonite treated paddles did indeed seem to sting Superman, like the blazes, in fact. His huge, muscular body bounded half off the table, as though he'd been shocked by high voltage wire. He almost tore his wrists loose, but April tightened her grip and held him down. "Settle down, big boy! You're not going anywhere."
"No no! Stop!" Lois heard Superman's familiar vice pleading with them. "He sounds scared!" Lois heard in amazement. "I guess even Superman has a right to be scared in a situation like that!" She thought defensively, but she couldn't help a twinge of disappointment.
The paddles, working in unison, struck again. The second set of blows hurt worse than the first, and Superman yelped loudly. Maria and Valerie worked like remorseless clockwork manikins, raising the paddles and smashing them down across Superman's broad, muscular behind. Each blow made a loud squishing sound that jarred Lois senses. After each blow, Superman's body jerked wildly, and he cried out, a little louder each time. By now, Lois saw his butt cheeks were mottled with red blotches that made each stroke worse than the one before.
Watching the man she loved shamed and at the mercy of three teenage girls, tore Lois apart and made her physically sick to her stomach. Then, to her chagrin, Lois realized Superman was actually sobbing and screaming, like a small boy, spanked by cruel step-sisters. She put her hands over her ears to drown out the horrifying cries. By the time the girls grew tired of beating him, Superman's backside looked like raw meat.
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Lois's mind screamed, but she couldn't; the horrifying spectacle mesmerized her. In some strange appalling way, it was exciting. Lois's lungs seemed overfilled with heady oxygen. Her head was light. Her hands trembled. She kept watching, hands over her mouth, breathing hard, almost panting.
"Take off the rest of that silly costume!" Maria snorted. Strip him buck naked! Leave those red boots on him, though. They're kind of kinky."
Val had to pull Superman's boots off first, before she could get his tights and shorts off. Then she put his boots back on. Superman struggled weakly, as Valerie undressed him, as casually as though he were a small boy. Valerie ignored the feeble annoyance. She stroked the ropey muscles of his ridged belly, cupped his pectoral muscles seductively, and rubbed her tits against his belly, as she slid his uniform top up over his head and shoulders, and off his arms.
"Oh that bitch! How dare she!" Lois thought furiously jealous, as Val toyed with her man."God I always wanted to play with that fantastic body, and now I have to watch that bitch doing it. I could scratch her eyes out!"
"Ooh Maria! I'm getting kinda horny, Can I have some fun with Superstud here before you do your thing?"
"Oh I suppose so." Maria said. Val pushed the helpless Man of Steel down flat on his back. She tickled his balls, and stroked his big dick, until it was erect again, in all its 15 inch glory .
Superman was gasping helplessly. Val suddenly let go and slid up on the huge crimefighter's chest, until her hot, dripping pussy rested against Superman's mouth. "Go on, big boy! Eat me!" She ordered.
Superman closed his mouth and clenched his teeth. Lois nodded her head in satisfaction. It was, at least, some consolation to see her lover refuse to eat another woman's pussy. "Superman would never do that." Lois told herself
Valerie swore and then began to slide around on Superman's face, rubbing her dripping pussy all over his mouth and face, until she came.
April snorted in disgust. "Jesus Val. You just don't know how to handle men! Watch this!" April picked up one of the Kryptonite paddles, pushed Valerie aside and squatted down on Superman's head, facing his feet. She wrapped her plump thighs around the mighty biceps of both arms, trapping them in fleshy bondage. She settled down, mashing her anus down on his mouth. She didn't say a word. Instead she raised the paddle, and smashed it down across the sensitive tip of Superman's huge rod. He roared in pain, his mighty voice muffled by April's ass on his mouth. April nonchalantly turned the paddle sideways and sliced it down past Superman's penis, directly into his scrotum. Superman's muffled howls became shrill and hysterical.
Lois cringed in horror. "Oh God! Right in the balls!"
"Use your tongue on my ass, Asshole!" April snickered
'No! He wouldn't do that to the little tart, even if she is hurting him!" Lois murmured, even as the cowed Man of Steel reluctantly, but obediently thrust out his long tongue, and slid it into April's tiny brown anus. "Oh god that's sickening!" Lois gagged.
Superman worked his tongue in and out, until April exploded in a perverse orgasm. April slid off the shamed superhero. Lois felt a perverse tingle in her own anus.
"Geez April what did you do that for?" Lupe yelled. "You're disgusting! You let him stick his tongue up you're ass, just before he's going to stick it in my pussy!" . Lupe picked up the paddle and took her turn on Superman's chest. She waved it front of the cringing superhero's eyes.
"No bullshit! Supercreep. Just stick out that tongue and stick it in here and start sucking, or I'll smash your balls up into your throat!" Superman trembled thoroughly terrified by the five foot two inch girl. and did as Lupe ordered.
Lois was almost in tears, but: "Oh lord, though. Look at those big muscles working and flexing. All those muscles and he's helpless, while that little bitty girl sits on his face and treats him like a toy." Seeing Superman dominated so viciously was waking strange feelings in Lois's breast and elsewhere.
"Wow I wonder, if I could do that to a man, do it to Superman?" Lois grew faint at the thought of dominating the man she loved like that. "Maybe that's what I always wanted, to be, his master, to dominate that big, gorgeous, male body, to make him my slave, make him suck MY pussy? People at work always say I'm a ballbuster behind my back. Maybe it's true!"
It was then, that Lois felt the hot, wet stickiness between her legs. "Oh dear God! Seeing Superman abused like this is turning me on! I'm as sick and perverted as those vicious, little bitches. I'm worse! At least they have the excuse of getting even, but I love him!"
"All right you sluts you've had enough fun!" Maria snapped. "Get Superpussylicker back up here on the table, while I change."
It took all three girls to manhandle the huge crimefighter back to his feet, and throw him, roughly, face down on the table, again. Lois saw his behind was still glowing red from the merciless beating the two girl's had given him, before. "Ooh lord, his big beautiful butt looks like dog meat! Poor Superman!" Lois felt a pang of sympathy, tinged with guilt.
Maria came back into view. She had strapped on a huge dildo, so big it actually dwarfed Superman's own enormous rod. It was tipped by a big, green glowing knob.
"Oh god! That bitch girl, that Maria, is wearing a whatch'mcallit, a dildo. Is she going to use it on the other girls, some kind of lesbian orgy. I've heard some girls are like that after prison. Omigod its bigger than Superman's cock, lot's bigger. Why that knob is as big as a baseball!" Lois cringed at the thought of having anything so monstrous rammed up her pussy! "That would split me in two! They must be sick to let her do that to them."
"Pull his ass cheeks apart!" Maria ordered, "And hold him tight, while I jump into the saddle."
"Dear God! Its not for the other girls; she's going to use that thing on Superman. That's why the knob is green. It's Krytonite!" Lois's own sphincter clenched tightly in sympathetic terror.
Superman turned his head in alarm, and saw the mighty tool protruding from Maria's crotch. Quicker on the uptake than Lois, he hollered, in terror. "No, no! Don't! Please! Please!" He was sobbing the words.
The whirring video camera caught every nuance off Superman's agonizing, terror- stricken servility.
"Oh no! She wouldn't really do that! She couldn't!" Lois was still incredulous, unable to believe her eyes, even while she watched Valerie and April roughly pull Superman's muscular buttocks apart, and Maria draw back for a running start.
"Yesss she's going to do it; really ram that monster up Superman's butt. I don't see how it can even fit. Look at him squirming! Oh poor Superman I never saw anybody so scared, and to think it's Superman!"
From her running start, Maria rammed the bulbous knob at Superman's defenseless behind. It hung there a moment as Superman's tight sphincter momentarily resisted it. Then the horrible Kryptonite tip rammed through the final obstacle as though it was warm butter. Maria gave a triumphant shout. The frightful violation turned Superman's mighty muscles to water.
"Dear heaven she got it in! She shoved that thing inside Superman's body!!" The white faced, Lois thrilled in horror.
Maria buried the frightful dildo to the hilt. When the 20 inch rod rammed deep into his body, Lois had to cover her ears, again, to blot out Superman's atrocious shriek of animal agony. Maria pulled back about a foot, and then rammed forward again. Superman shrieked again, even louder this time, as the pain increased in geometric progression. As Maria rammed, in and out, in and out, of Superman's violated body, Superman's shrieks grew louder and shriller. Lois's hands could to no longer block out those hideous, terrified shrieks.
"God! He sounds like a girl screaming!" Lois thought as she shrank back into the chair in horror. "Oh God! Superman screaming and begging like a little girl! I can't listen! Oh it must be terrible for him! He's so proud and masculine! He'll never be able to hold his head up again!"
One part of Lois's mind agonized at seeing Superman abused and brutally raped, yet she was squirming in her chair in frantic agitation. As she watched the devilish girl rape the man she loved, Lois couldn't help herself; she fondled her pussy with desperate need. As the horrible tape went blank, Lois came to a shattering climax, of an intensity, she'd never imagined possible. She sat there, white-lipped and trembling.
"I'm so ashamed!" She thought. She wiped her sticky hand distastefully on the fabric of the chair, as though to wipe away her guilt. "It's all I can think about though!" She stood up, shakily, and stumbled to the VCR. In a near daze, she unconsciously hit the rewind button. She stood in front of the T.V., mouth open, breathing hard. When the VCR stopped rewinding, she pushed "Play" and went back to the chair. She felt so terribly guilty, but her teeth were chattering in anticipatory excitement.
After watching the horrifying tape again, Lois tried to go to sleep. She tossed and turned in agonies of shame, and she hated to admit it to herself, erotic exhilaration.
Next morning, Lois was so distraught, she called in sick to work. It was the first time the conscientious reporter had ever done so, unless deathly ill. She was wringing her hands in anxiety for Superman.
"Those terrible little bitches may discover how to kill him!" Lois brooded in terror. Still the forbidden images from the tape flashed through her mind in an almost steady stream.
Then it came to Lois. That huge factory-like room, that metal table! She'd seen them before. It was two years ago; she covered the closing of the old auto assembly plant; there'd been a lot of layoffs.
Lois remembered it, because it was near Uncle Pete's farm. Her bachelor uncle left the small farm to Lois when he died. It was where Lois's mother grew up. Most of the pasture land was sold off, but Lois kept the house and a few acres for sentimental reasons. Lois sometimes spent one or two weekends a year there, but she usually got quickly bored without any news to chase.
"I should notify the police!" She thought. "Oh dear God, No! Then the media will get hold of the story. What if that awful tape were shown on television? It would destroy Superman! He'd be a laughingstock, a pathetic victim. I can't let that happen to him. Why are reporter's such insensitive pigs?" Lois wondered without irony.
"What should I do? Can I handle something like this myself?" She wondered, feeling so inadequate.
"I always relied on Superman in situations like this. I can't just leave him there, though, and I can't let his degradation get out. It would be like castrating him!" She thought with a guilty little thrill.
Lois realized that even she, the woman who loved him, was beginning to feel slightly contemptuous of the mighty superhero. What would anyone else think? She could just here the snickers and jokes. "Everyone would think I was a real horse's behind for carrying a torch for him all this time, too." Lois realized with some guilty embarrassment. "I'll do it because I must!" Lois resolved. "After all they're just four teenage girls, even if they are nasty little bitches!".
Her mind made up, Lois dressed in jeans and sneakers and a windbreaker. Looking slim and sexy, she hurried to her powerful, little sports car. Lois raced out of town driving like a maniac. She drove to the farm first. It looked deserted and forlorn.
"Nobody's been here in months." Lois noted. She went inside, long enough to get and load Uncle Pete's twelve gauge pump gun Then she took the old pickup from the barn. She kept it, because it still came in handy for chores, sometimes. "If they've been following me they won't recognize this piece of junk!" Lois reasoned.
Lois drove the old truck rapidly and efficiently, ignoring the groans and rattles. She pulled up a short way from the derelict factory. She saw a large sedan parked outside.
"Good, they must still be here!" Lois thought. She grimly picked up the shotgun, carrying it cocked and ready. Its heft was comforting to the nervous young reporter. Her Uncle Pete taught her how to use it when she was a teenager. She cradled the gun easily in her arms, as she crept stealthily to a small side door. Lois peaked through the dirty, cracked, window pane in the door. She saw all four girls scurrying around as though packing up to leave.
"Looks like I got here just in time." Lois thought. Then she saw Superman. Shamefully naked, his great brawny body was strung up by the wrists from a hook. There was an open packing crate beside him, as though the girl's were getting him ready for shipping too.
"Thank God! He's still alive." Lois thought, then she noticed with a subconscious little thrill of contempt, that he seemed to be weeping.
Lois couldn't quite hear what Superman was saying but it looked like he was pleading with the girls. Lois had rarely seen such a miserable, whipped look on any man's face. "He look's like a whipped stray dog!" She thought with distaste. "Can't he at least act like a man? Gee whiz! I've been in some bad situations myself, but I never acted like a scared little puppy!"
Lois, smarting in disappointment at Superman's spineless air of surrender, watched a while longer, feeling that awful treasonous wetness between her thighs again. "Oh you filthy, disgusting bitch!" She told herself in disgust. "This is no time for that, now. Put a sock in it, Girl!"
The girl she recognized from the tape, as Maria, picked up one of the Kryptonite paddles and gleefully began to beat Superman some more around the head and chest. His whipped screams were loud enough, for Lois to hear, now. When Maria had reduced the world famous superhero to total whimpering submissiveness, she cut the rope holding him, and let Superman's mighty body crumple into a pitiful beaten heap on the floor. Maria put the ball gag back into his mouth.
"She must be as disgusted at his whining as I am." Lois couldn't help thinking.
Maria retied Superman's hands behind his back. It took all four girls to manhandle the bound crimefighter into the crate. They fastened the lid.
"Well! It's now, or never!" Lois told herself grimly. She took a deep breath, ignoring both the itching need in her pussy, and the butterflies in her stomach.
Lois kicked the door open and strode inside, suddenly icily calm "All right, you filthy little bitches! Get your hands up, or I'll splatter you all over that wall! This thing is loaded with buckshot, and you little sluts will never know what hit you!"
Caught off guard, and seeing Lois standing there like a black-haired angel of vengeance, the four teen sadists lost their bravado. They nervously lined up against the wall. Now what should she do with them? If Lois turned them over to the Police they'd talk. Superman would be ruined. Lois hated to let them go, but what choice was there? The important thing was Superman!
"Pick up that crate!" Lois ordered, waving the shotgun menacingly. The girls quickly obeyed the wild-eyed woman without any questions or backtalk. She didn't look quite sane!
"O.K. O.K.!" Maria wailed, her voice quavering. "Just be careful with that thing!" It was all, the four, small girls could do to lift the crate containing Superman's huge body. They staggered and stumbled and had to stop frequently to rest, but finally they got the heavy crate to Lois's pickup.
"Get it up in the bed!" Lois commanded, with another wave of the gun. She was beginning to feel like a superheroine herself, queening it over the cringing girls. By the time the girls got the crate into the truck they were puffing and sweating in the chill morning air.
Once the crate was securely loaded, Lois marched the girls back to the factory building and made them pack up all the Kryptonite paddles, and that frightful dildo, as well as Superman's soiled uniform, in a burlap sack. "Can't let them keep any Kryptonite at all! It's too dangerous!"
"I want all the copies of that video tape, too!" Lois snarled. The girls meekly turned over the original and two copies. Lois put them in the sack too.
"This better be all of them!" Lois snarled. "Because if a copy ever gets out, or if any one of you nasty little bitches ever talks about this to anyone, I promise I'll hunt you down and kill everyone of you with my bare hands!" Lois was like a fierce tigress protecting her wounded mate, and she put the fear of God in them.
Lois herded the four girls into a closet and locked it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she picked up the sack and walked outside. As she passed the girl's car, she let loose two blasts from the shotgun, shooting out two tires.
"Even if they get loose from that closet, they won't be going anywhere soon in that car!" Lois muttered in satisfaction. She loped back to the pickup, feeling the adrenalin pumping through her body. "Wow I feel great!" She told herself, puffing out her chest, so that her exciting breasts poked through the thin windbreaker.
"Should I let Superman out now?" Lois wondered. "No. Somebody might see him like that. Its best to get him back to the farm, where he'll be safe. I can take care of him there until he recovers."
Lois jumped into the cab of the pickup, and drove off. "Wow this is some high!" She murmured. "This is really some switch; little me rescuing big, bold Superman! And I'll never let him forget it, either!" She admitted to herself with a guilty thrill.
Back at the farm, Lois backed the truck up to the barn door. It was a tough job, but she maned to push the crate off the truck bed onto the barn floor. She got the burlap sack with the Kryptonite implements and Superman's uniform from the front seat, reluctant to leave them unguarded for a minute, and went back into the barn. She slammed down the door "I can't let anybody see him like that!"
There was a crowbar with some other tools on the barn wall, and Lois used it to break open the crate. In her eagerness, she broke the bindings and the sides fell to the floor, leaving Superman shivering on the floor. The mighty superhero huddled there, too weak to move, his mighty pecs were rising and falling rapidly in dread. Lois glanced down at him, naked but for his sexy red boots, and trussed up like a capon. . The great Superman looked so stupid and pathetic.
For a moment, Lois almost laughed hysterically. "But he really looks awfully sexy like that, too!" Lois thought with a quiver in her loins.
The shamed superhero was on his side, facing away from her, and Lois saw his naked behind was still red and swollen. The slave collar around his neck glowed with deadly Kryptonite."That dog collar is kind of sexy too!" Lois admitted with another thrill of delight. When Superman looked up and saw Lois standing above him, instead of the terrifying teens, a look of relief passed over his ruggedly handsome face. The relief was replaced immediately by sick defeated shame. Superman's eyes dropped; he couldn't meet Lois's gaze. She tenderly removed the ball gag from his mouth.
"Lois don't look at me like this, please!" Superman whimpered Then "Do you think you can pry this collar off my neck?" He sniveled. "It's really hurting me?"
Lois just stood there. She was transfixed. She was breathing hard and she felt that heady feeling again; the one she got watching the tape. The mighty Man of Steel was reduced to a sniveling, pathetic she-male toy, and Lois knew it was done by a slip of a girl. The awareness filled Lois with such powerful feelings, that they temporarily drove out all compassion for the man she loved. She resisted the overpowering urge to finger her throbbing pussy.
"No! There's a better way!" Lois whimpered in throaty passion. She slipped out of her clothes. Standing in the dirty, barn, naked, Lois's heavy breasts rose in fell with a forbidden excitement.
"Lois what are you doing?" Superman asked in alarm. From the burlap sack, Lois took that monstrous Kryptonite tipped dildo, and strapped it around herself.
"Great Scott, Lois! What are you doing? No please! Get away! That's Kryptonite! Don't you know what that does to me? No! Are you mad?" Superman's whimpering uncomprehending pleas got on Lois's nerves.
"Shut up!" Lois muttered, and callously kicked Superman over on his belly. She strode between his legs, rugged as tree trunks, spreading them apart with her feet.
"N-no, no! Lois please! Please don't do this to me Don't do that awful thing to me again."
Lois was oblivious to the mewling pleas of the hulking Man of Steel. She was looking down hungrily. His gorgeous male behind, made even more exciting by the brands of vicious abuse, wriggled helplessly, as the frightened Superman vainly tried to scuttle away.
Lois was dreamily thinking: "After I screw his behind with this ball-buster, I'll make him lick my pussy all morning, maybe not just my pussy either. After all the lessons those little tarts gave him, he ought to be getting real good at it. With that Kryptonite collar on his neck, I can keep him locked in the cellar here at the farm, and do this to him, any time I want. Tonight, before bed I'm going to take him across my knee and spank his behind like a naughty, little, sissy boy. Oh God! Listen to him scream, and beg! I love ITTT!"
The End