The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Chapter 27
Finally breakfast on the patio concluded. Superman sat sullenly nearby at the food table. Bryant spoke to the superhero, “Superman, you and Lois go in for a swim. Mona and I have some things to discuss.” “But I have no swimsuit here,” Lois protested. “You’r swimming naked Lois, now get to it,” Bryant said. Superman jumped to his feet but Lois headed trouble off. She quickly crossed to where he stood. He was clearly angry. She spoke softly to him, “No darling, don’t let him bait you. You’r too weakened to fight him. Let’s just swim together.” She turned defiantly toward Bryant and Mona who sat enjoying their discomfort. Lois slowly stripped off the emerald green babydoll and pulled the ribbon from her thick hair. She stood proudly facing her captors, shoulders back, flaunting her beauty. Wearing only a tiny pair of green panties. She felt an illicit thrill baring herself like this in front of the group. Especially Mona who had not gone anywhere near Lois. Even though Lois had made oral love to her several times. Leaving the panties on, Lois took Superman by the hand and led him down the steps into the sparkling water of the pool. While the fabled couple swam, Charles Bryant got an update from Mona on the seduction of Lois Lane. “She’s smitten Charles. A smitten kitten so to speak. She can’t get enough of my body even though I have not returned the favor. But I think I’m going to change that tonight. I’m hungry for her too and she is very beautiful. If it goes as I think it will, by tomorrow she will be very much in love with me. I see it in her eyes. As far as you’r concerned, I think that once I own her, all it will take from you is one or two good fucks. That will finish the haughty Miss Lane off for good. She told me again that this is the first time that Superman has ever been stripped of his powers. The first time he has ever been overcome by kryptonite despite all the stories. She says those tales are just tabloid stuff. Lois is fearful for his mental health. She thinks the state of affairs you have him in is going to break his spirit.” Charles Bryant sat quietly watching the captive couple in the pool. They swam some but mostly just stayed in the deeper water talking with each other. Bryant could imagine the conversation but if he were able to hear it he would have been pleased. A broken superhero bemoaned his failure to find a way out of their captivity and he cursed his weakness and the kryptonite in the slave collar he wore around his muscular neck. He spoke of his anguish that she was a captive also. Little did the Man of Steel realize that the beautiful woman he had devoted his life to, had been the willing plaything of Charles Bryant and had literally become Mona’s girl-toy. Bryant replied softly, “Great job Mona. Superman is growing weaker and weaker in resisting me. He has trouble meeting my eyes. I think I can have my way with him anytime I choose. It should be very interesting to see how he reacts to what you have planned for him later this afternoon. I don’t think he will be very happy once you finish with him. I think tonight we’ll all have a champagne party. I want to get this superhero very drunk and see what happens. Good job Mona.”
Chapter 28
The scene at the pool was almost like a picture from a travel brochure. A handsome couple in a sparkling pool and an equally attractive couple sitting at a shaded table adjacent to the pool. Except that the man in the pool was Superman and the woman with him was the famous reporter and author, Lois Lane. Captives of the ruthless multi-billionaire, Charles Bryant. Finally Bryant arose and walked to the edge of the pool. “C’mon you two. Out of the water, we have things to do today. Superman and Lois walked up the steps and out of the water. Charles Bryant stood there with a beach-towel. Superman noticed that Lois seemed untroubled by her near nudity as Bryant gently slipped the towel about her shoulders. An intimate gesture that left the Man of Steel feeling frustrated and impotent. Bryant turned to him and attached the leash to his slave collar. He offered him no towel. “Lois, you go with Mona,” he said as he turned to Superman, “and you come with me. We meet in the rec-room in one hour.” Bryant turned and walked off toward the master bedroom, the fallen superhero trailing obediently behind him. Once there Bryant ordered him to shower and put fresh clothes on. Superman did as he was told, stripping the wet, red “S” panties off his lean hips. Exposing his manhood to Bryants appreciative gaze. He was getting used to being naked in front of Bryant and he could feel Bryant’s eyes on his tight ass as he walked into the bathroom. Could feel them sweeping up the breadth of his broad muscular back. He knew Bryant wanted him and perhaps he could take advantage of that somehow. At that moment he was proud of his magnificent male torso even though it was temporarily weakend by the hated kryptonite. Elsewhere in the huge estate, Lois was in Mona’s bedroom. Lois stripped the dainty green panties from her body and went in to shower the chlorine from her body and hair. As she left the room she saw that Mona was laying out an outfit on the bed. She returned several minutes later, a towel wrapped around her. Mona sat on the side of the huge bed waiting for her. She handed Lois clothing to wear, “Here, this is what you’ll wear this afternoon.” Lois saw it was yet another set of nylons, panties, bra and heels. “Mona,” she said, as she dressed herself, “can’t I please just wear a summer dress. Please, please.” Mona replied, “No Lois you can’t. I want you looking ultra-sexy so every time Superman sees you, he’ll know what he’s lost. He’ll know his woman has been taken from him and that I took her. Now help me get dressed.” Mona got up and for the first time Lois saw what the clothes consisted of. It was a one-piece black leather catsuit with matching boots and a pair of black panties. With great difficulty and with Lois Lane assisting her, Mona slipped into the outfit. It was butter-soft black leather and as tight as a second skin. Lois knelt at her feet and pulled the boots on. From just below the breasts, a zipper ran up to the neck. When Lois finished snugging and adjusting the sexy outfit, she stepped back. The sight took her breath away. Mona stood clad entirely in black leather with only her hands, her face and neck exposed. Her jet-black hair spilled down onto the soft leather. Lois gasped, “Good grief, you’r stunning. You’r like a cross between Emma Peel, Catwoman and Modesty Blaise.” Lois felt a hot flash of sexual desire for this enigmatic woman that left her weak. Mona spoke softly, “Come Lois. We go to meet Charles in the rec-room. This afternoon I am going to beat the living hell out of your so-called hero. Today he’s going to crawl and beg me for mercy. I’m going to mark him forever. Once I’m finished with him he’ll never recover.” The leather clad woman grabbed Lois about the waist and pulled her tight. She kissed her hotly on the mouth and said, “Now let’s go.”
