The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Charles Bryant, multi-billionaire, had to admit to himself that even he was impressed by the sheer, undeniable magnetism radiating from this man. Bryant was 6 ft 2 and in peak physical condition. His 220 pound frame was rock hard but now even he was awed by the man he faced. He estimated Superman to be slightly taller than he but much heavier. Superman could have been carved from marble by Michaelangelo so perfect was his form. His feet clad in supple red leather leading to thighs that rippled with the aura of power. Not in a weight-lifter kind of way but sleek with rippling muscles. Poetry from his thighs to his lean hips and then tapering into a narrow waist and a stomach of hard appearance sweeping into a broad powerful chest. Muscular arms and a powerful neck supported what must have been as handsome a face God ever allowed anyone to have. Piercing, penetrating blue eyes, a flawless complection which radiated health and jet-black hair. The superhero put his arm around Lois and greeted his two hosts. He seemed relaxed and Lois was radiant upon seeing him. “Thank you,” he said, “for treating Lois so well. The money you are donating to her charity means a lot to her. It’s very kind of you.” “My pleasure Superman,” said Bryant warmly while shaking his hand. Lois Lane was breathing a sigh of relief and started to believe she was going to escape this island without her man ever knowing of her sins. The 4 of them walked the short distance to the estate. Bryant and Mona following Superman and Lois who were chatting about the beauty of the setting. Bryant took the opportunity to caress with his eyes, the broad, muscular back of The Man of Steel. “Christ almighty,” Brandt thought to himself, “he has an ass to die for. Just perfect.” He could hardly wait to lightly run his fingers across those naked buttocks and to do much, much more. “Soon, very soon,” he thought, “It will all belong to me.” When they reached the mansion Lois took Superman by the arm. “C’mon darling, I want to freshe up for lunch.” Superman obediently followed her to her suite where she asked him to have a seat. As Mona had instructed, she told him she wanted him to view a short CD about Charles Bryant’s business empire. The superhero settled into a comfortable chair. Never suspecting the trap, Lois pointed the remote at the TV. A loud explosion ripped the ceiling apart and Superman’s life changed forever.
The ceiling exploded showering Superman and Lois with hundreds of shards of kryptonite. The air was filled with inescapable kryptonite dust. Superman leaped to his feet saying, “What the…..” He took two steps and crashed heavily to the floor. The superhero was unconscious, laying face down, legs splayed apart. Lois cried out in anguish, shreiking hysterically for help. “Oh my God, Oh my God, someone please help me.” Charles Bryant and Mona entered the room pushing a hospital gurney. Lois stared dumbfounded at them. “Please help him, he’ll die without help. The kryptonite, it’s everywhere.” “Yes, I know Lois. I set this trap,” Bryant replied casually. “And unless you cooperate with me I’ll let him die.” Lois choked back a sob, “Anything, anything you want, just please help him.” “Tell me Lois, you’r his woman, whats the smallest amount of kryptonite that will make him as weak as a kitten without doing permanent damage to that splendid body of his? Her mind raced, “One time he said that a small piece no larger than a 2 carat diamond was sufficient to rob him of all his powers but little else would happen to him.” “Excellent Lois, that’s about exactly what I have here within his new slave collar.” Bryant turned to Mona who handed him a black metal collar with a metal circlet attached to it. Bryant knelt over the fallen superhero and fitted the collar around the muscular neck, locking it securely in place. In turn Mona handed him 4 more smaller collars with similar circlet’s attached. These Bryant snugged tight about Superman’s wrists. He quickly pulled off the supple red leather boots and attached one to each ankle. Lois Lane simply stood and stared in stunned disbelief. “Quickly now,” he barked to the two women, “Help me get him on the gurney before we lose him.” The three of them struggled with the dead weight of the fallen hero and finally got him on the gurney. Bryant quickly wheeled the gurney out to the swimming pool where he dumped Superman into the water. He landed face down and made no attempt to right himself or obtain air. Bryant and Lois both leaped, fully clothed into the water and turned him over. “Strip his uniform from him Lois. It’s full of kryptonite dust. He has to be washed clean. Go through his hair and make sure there’s none there.” Charles Bryant cradled the unconscious superhero in his arms and watched fascinated as Superman’s own woman stripped him naked before his eyes. Bryant’s hands roamed freely across the broad muscular chest and smooth flat stomach. He turned the defeated superheros face upward towards his own and as a shocked Lois Lane looked on, Bryant kissed him fully on his sensual mouth. Bryant broke off the kiss and ordered Lois to help move Superman out of the water. Mona had reappeared and was waiting with a wheelchair. It took some struggling but finally they got the unconscious superhero into the chair. “Let’s go ladies,” Brant said. “Where are you taking him?”, Lois nervously asked. “To my bedroom Lois. I’m taking him to my bedroom.”