The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Chapter 67
Superman sat upright in Bryant’s bed stunned by the picture on the TV of Lois hanging in chains. Ball-gag jammed in her mouth, dripping sweat, impaled in both ass and pussy by vibrator and dildo. Angry welts visible on her thighs and ass. As he watched, mesmerized by the spectacle of his wife in the clutches of Mona, Bryant whispered seductive thoughts in his ear. Reminding him of her infidelity and the passionate response she had when paddling his ass and watching the branding of his buttock. As the captured superhero watched Lois writhing in captivity, Mona pulled the ball-gag roughly from her mouth. There was no audio but it was obvious from Lois’ actions that she was pleading for mercy. Bryant’s hand slid slowly up Superman’s naked thigh, claiming his manhood as he gently urged Superman to decide what to do with Lois. What the fallen hero did not know was that a tiny microphone above the headboard was broadcasting every word the two men spoke into the room was Lois was being tormented. The final, diabolical scheme to seperate Superman from his wife and control both of them forever was being played out. The Man of Steel was a helpless pawn as Bryant’s powerful hand massaged his rapidly hardening cock. Caressing him, stroking his smooth thighs and lightly tracing his fingers across his balls. Superman moaned in pure pleasure at this treatment. “C’mon Superman, tell me what should be done with her. Should I have Mona brand that perfect ass or just paddle it. Of course, we could just let her down to walk away. Forget everything. I don’t think you want that, do you? Your cock is so hard right now watching her, you must want to see more.” Lois thrashed about hearing Bryant’s words, screaming impotently for Superman not to listen. She knew that her husband was totally under the sexual sway of Charles Bryant, a helpless but willing plaything. Lois heard with clarity the words of response from Superman. His voice filled with passion and desire, both from what he was watching and from the liberties Bryant was taking with his aroused body. “Don’t brand her. But have Mona paddle her ass. Real good, like Lois did to mine. Leave the vibrator in her pussy while she does it. I want Mona to make her pay for her infidelity. After she breaks her, I want to watch Mona make her eat pussy.” Bryant thumbed the switch on an intercom and gave mona her instructions as Superman had requested. Lois was thrashing about in her chains, screaming what a bastard her husband was and promising exquisite revenge against him. But of course, Superman, could not know that.
Chapter 68
Beneath satin sheet in his conquorers bedroom, the once mighty superhero watched in rapt attention as the cruel debasement of his wife, Lois Lane, continued. He was naked and aroused and utterly unable to tear his eyes from the TV screen. The cruel leather paddle wielded so expertly by Mona rose and fell over and over on Lois’ perfect ass. Lois threw herself about in her chains. Drops of sweat fell from her body and flew from her damp hair as she shook her head back and forth. There was no audio but Superman could see what was being said. Lois was pleading, begging Mona for mercy. Then she began to curse Mona and at one point spit at her. This was rewarded by several open-handed slaps across the face. Then more sobbing and pleading. All the while Charles Bryant gently, skillfully ran his hand over his captives most intimate parts. Inflaming and arousing him ever hotter, ever more needful of Bryant’s hard cock. Finally, as the two naked men watched from the darkened bedroom, the subjugation of Lois came to an end. She collapsed and hung limply in her chains, her head against her breasts, whimpering and moaning weakly. Mona strode over to her, leather paddle in hand and grabbed a handful of Lois’ thick black hair. She pulled her head back so Lois was forced to meet her eyes. Then she made her kiss and lick the broad leather paddle. Satisfied with that, she unfastened Lois from her wrist restraints and the defeated reporter collapsed face down on the floor. She lay there at Mona’s booted feet as the ravishing, cat-suited brunette stood triumpantly over her. In responsed to some unknown words Mona spoke to her, Lois crawled on her stomach the few inches to Mona’s boot and slowly, tentativly began to lick it. A further sign of total surrender to her mistress. In the dim light of the master bedroom, Charles Bryant and Superman were pushed over the edge of need by the erotic display they were watching. Bryant pulled the black satin sheet down exposing his rock-hard cock. Superman needed no instructions from his master. He immediatly went down on Bryant, moaning in pleasure as he began to suck the dripping cock. Charles Bryant was hot and aroused and wasted no time in denying himself. Almost immediatly he came in Superman’s hot, wet mouth. Holding the fallen heros head down on his cock until he was completly finished cumming. For long minutes Superman lay with Bryant’s cock in his mouth, savoring the aftermath of the blowjob. He felt a deep need to satisfy Bryant and a pleasure at having done so. He actually felt proud of his acquired skills at sucking a mans cock. He was beginning to think like a woman. Finally, gently, Bryant slid his now soft cock from Superman’s mouth. He held Superman in his arms and looking deep into his eyes he spoke softly to his prisoner. “You’r mine now. You know that, don’t you?” Superman nodded his head submissivly. He spoke weakly, “All I want is to give you pleasure. I want you to, No, I need you to use me. I mean, really use me for your pleasure. Anything you want, I’ll do. With you, anyone, anywhere.”
