The Murder of Clark Kent Chapter 9C
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The Murder of Clark Kent

by Sockrob

 

Chapter 9 New Friends, Old Friends and Enemies Galore 

Chapter 9C Luthor’s master plan

 

Across town in the penthouse apartment of Lex Luthor, the criminal master mind lay stretched out on top of his luxurious bed. He was adorned in his familiar white linen suit, his shoes off and his expensive black socked feet propped up on a pillow at the foot of the bed. The high definition wide screen television on the wall of his bedroom suite monitored the goings on in Interrogation K, some miles away on the 13th floor of Metropolis Police HQ. Luthor grinned with delight at the sight of his arch enemy stooped over the young geeky lawyer actually licking the attorneys sox. Luthor rubbed his own stocking feet as if he could feel Superman’s tongue himself. Or maybe it was the stimulation that the super freak’s own love, Lois Lane, was administering to his erect penis. Luthor grasped Lois by the back of her head and pulled her further onto his muscle. He heard her gagging against the force of his cock as it shoved down her sucking throat farther. “God this bitch almost gives as good head, as her super sissy boyfriend”, Luthor thought as he watched pre-cum mixed spittle drool from her cocksucking lips and pool on his abdomen. “She’ll have to clean that up after she takes my load”, he reasoned. 

The drugged out award winning reporter, was so fucked up by the events of the last few days that she had gone along with Luthor when he told her that he would take care of her and give her somewhere to collect herself out of the limelight. She now vaguely knew somewhere deep in her now totally drugged up mind, that Luthor had just taken advantage of her shock and grief. After drugging her, he had raped and beaten her until now she just, out of pure fright, obeyed his every wish. Luthor was keeping her so high that she really didn’t even have the will or strength to rebel against anything at all. She was now just a play thing for the evil crime boss. Luthor had kept her here in his penthouse since the news of Superman’s arrest had broken. She had no clothes save for what she was now wearing, fishnet thigh high stockings, a leather garter belt and a bra that had holes cut for her nipples to protrude through. When Lex was in the apartment he treated her as a man would treat a prostitute, she had become his whore. When he left, he had his butler watch her. The butler kept her tied to the bed in the guest suite. “Luthor’s orders”, the man had stated when Lois groggily asked him to untie her. When she asked Luthor about it, he explained, “It’s for your own good, Ms. Lane.” he told her. “After the trama of the last few days, you tried to hurt yourself, and we just want to make sure you’re safe.” luthor had smiled at her and told her that she should just make her self comfortable and do as he said until things settled down a bit.” Then he raped her in the ass as she cried and screamed for Clark and Superman.

Now as Lex Luthor used Lois’ mouth as a cum dump once again, he watched the further destruction of his old foe. The phone next to the bed rang and he answered it, “Yes, Luthor here.” After a short pause he said, great, let me know when they have him.” Another pause, and Luthor said, “Yes things are going exactly to plan, my man’s signed all the papers, The Daily Planet now belongs to me. Perry White will be asked politely to retire and I’ll replace him with my own man. When you get that snot nosed Olsen that’ll take care of all three of Superman’s contacts at the paper. Let me know when he’s safely stowed away. Starting tomorrow, the paper will report Superman’s downfall just as I dictate.” Luthor couldn’t stop grinning at his great new fortune. He’d had one of his cronies drop false tips to Mr. White regarding a Columbian drug cartel’s connection to the Clark Kent Murder. He’d also dropped the same hints to CNN, and that bitch Nancy Grace was running with it. Due to Lois’ Lane’s recent disappearance, just as Luthor anticipated, White had sent another reporter along with Jimmy Olsen, to Columbia to investigate the “credible” tip. Of course it was just a trap for the snooping camera man. By the end of the day Jimmy Olsen would be the white sex slave to a Columbian drug lord that Luthor knew would appreciate the snot nosed, red haired twink. The newspaper would report the photographer as missing by the end of the week. “Yes!” Luthor spoke into the phone as he ran his hand through Lois’ sweaty hair, “as a matter of fact I have tomorrow’s headline already worked up.” He reached over to the newspaper beside him on the bed. 

Lex Luthor took his hand away from Lois Lane’s busy head and fingered the dark ink of the bold head line. “SUPERMAN”S MURDEROUS DOWNFALL” Lex erupted with a loud shout of joy into the throat of the Daily Planet’s star reporter.

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