The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Chapter 35
For more than an hour the Man of Steel had been massaging scented oils into his captors powerful body. The shadows in the room lengthened and the day was coming to an end. Charles Bryant lay on his back, his head and shoulders propped up by several pillows. He was naked and totally relaxed. Through half-closed eyes he watched his captive finishing his sensual duties. The best always came last Bryant thought, as he watched Superman, tentativly and hesitantly, massaging oil up and down the length of his very hard cock. Superman, naked himself, sat on the side of the bed seemingly mesmerized by the hard, throbbing cock he was stroking. Bryant for his part, ached to cum and was tempted to just shove the fallen heros mouth down on him and be done with it. But he did’nt. He wanted this superheros torment to go on and on till he begged for it. Unexpectedly the bedroom door burst open and Mona and Lois came into the room. Both wore skimpy bikinis and their hair was still wet from a swim in the pool. Both beauties stopped dead in their tracks as they realized what an intimate moment they had intruded on. Lois Lane’s mouth hung open in shock. Even Mona seemed shocked but pleased by what they had stumbled upon. Bryant was pleased by the interruption but Superman was mortified. “Lois,” he said weakly, “it’s not what you think. He was making me give him a massage.” Even as he said it, Superman realized how weak and pathetic that made him appear, especially since his hand was still wrapped around the base of Bryant’s cock. He quickly moved his hand away, burning with embarrasment. To have the woman he loved see him so weak and willing in Charles Bryant’s bed just unnerved him and he did’nt know what else to say. Finally Mona spoke, her voice dripping with scorn, “Charles, glad to see you’r putting this pussy to good use. Superman, you are a pathetic cunt. Stripped of your super powers you’r less than useless. This is exactly where you belong…a suck-slave for a powerful man… a real man!” There was ultimate contempt in her voice and Superman could’nt meet her eyes. He just sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor. Mona continued, “Charles, my sweet, we just popped in to confirm our champagne party. We’re on our way back to shower and freshen up. See you there in an hour or so.” Superman’s heart sank when he heard Mona’s parting words to Charles. “I want him dressed just like the slut and whore he is. Heels, panties, nylons and maybe a nice sexy slip. Oh, and don’t forget, lots of lipstick and perfume. I’m going to really enjoy seeing this bitch get hers.”
Chapter 36
The door to the bedroom closed and both women were gone. Superman again was alone with Charles Bryant. Superman was shaken to his very foundation having Lois walk in and see him in such an intimate position. He wearily got up and walked to the full-length mirror and studied his reflection. Nothing visible had changed. He still had the powerful, sculpted body and the penetrating blue eyes under a thick mane of black hair. Except he now was shaved of all body hair and wore a slave collar about his neck. Similar bondage devices encircled both wrists and ankles. He turned slightly to see the word, “slave” on his ass cheek in bright red. His will to resist this insidious attack was rapidly disappearing. He reviled himself for being a coward while at the same time admitting that Mona frightened him. Since she had brutally beaten him to submission and had proudly claimed Lois Lane as her own. He knew with certainty that she longed to beat him anew and only Charles Bryant stood in her way. The thought of this raven-haired temptress having her way with Lois made him weak and jealous. Mona’s parting words rang out in his thoughts. “I’m going to enjoy seeing this bitch get hers.” A dozen different scenerios passed in his thoughts and none of them were to his liking. One thing he knew, if Mona wanted it, it would be painful or humiliating. Or both. His thoughts were interrupted by Charles Bryant saying, “It’s time Superman. Time to dress you.” Bryant led the Man Of Steel to a closet in the corner of the huge bedroom which had a dressing table next to it. He opened the door and Superman saw the entire closet was filled with womens garments. Bryant went through the hangars and drawers finally selecting what Superman would wear to the party. He laid out on the bed a pair of red bedroom slippers with 3 inch heels. A pair of black thigh-high nylons, a pair of black silk panties trimmed in black lace. To top off these items Bryant laid out a beautiful silver colored satin slip also trimmed in black lace. “Here, this is what you’ll wear tonight. I want you looking beautiful and smelling sweet.” There was no will to resist left in the defeated superhero. He sat on the side of the bed and slowly pulled on the thigh-high nylons taking several times to get it correct and to snug them high on his thighs. It suprised him when they stretched so far that they nearly reached his manhood. He took the sheer panties and slid them over his hips. They felt very good against his cock. He smoothed his hand along the nylon encasing his legs and was also suprised at how sensual that felt. Next he stood and put on the bedroom slippers. He took a few steps back and forth in front of the mirror and was pleased that he did so well in heels. Next Superman put the slip on. At first trying to step into it and finally figuring how a woman would do the task. He slipped it over his head and it slid down over his male body. Hugging it, concealing it under satin and lace. Next Charles had him sit at the dressing table in front of a makeup mirror and he assisted the fallen hero with his makeup. Lipstick was applied to the lips that millions of women had dreamed of. Bryant applied powders and rouges to his complection as he explained softly, “Women make-up. Men must make-down. Softening the lines in such a way that none would dream anything had ever been done. Subtle and soft is the secret Superman. You’ll make a beautiful woman Superman, I promise you.” Supermans body was lovingly perfumed in key places. Finally Bryant was finished with his touches. He led Superman to the mirror and the dazed superhero looked at himself. Superman was gone. In his place stood a tall, stunning woman who reeked of sex. The crimson lipstick, the soft, sexy eyes, the come-hither look. Everything about this new woman said, “Fuck me. I need a man.” Bryant took just a moment to slip on a pair of white silk underwear and a short white silk robe which he tied about his waist. He clipped the leash to Supermans slave collar and whispered to him, “Tonigh you’r to become my woman. It’s your destiny Superman.”
