The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Superman sat naked on the black satin sheets in stunned disbelief. Lois Lane also watched the shocking scene unfolding on the plasma screen which had descended from the ceiling of the opulent bedroom. She could scarcely believe her astonished eyes. The mighty and invincible Batman knelt naked before Charles Bryant as his conquorers hard cock slid in and out of his willing mouth. His bat-uniform lay discarded on the bedroom floor. His cowl, the last bit of clothing concealing his identity and dignity, lay on the floor next to the defeated superhero. It might as well have been just a black rag, a scrap of cloth with no meaning. To Superman and Lois, it was clear that as far as Charles Bryant was concerned, Batman was there solely to pleasure him. The man who had put the feared Batman on his knees. The hand-held camera moved slowly about presenting the scene from every angle. Superman gasped aloud when the camera slowly closed on Batman’s broad back and then panned down to his hard buttocks. Branded on Batman’s firm ass was the word, “SLAVE.” The same word that Superman would carry on his ass-cheek for all his days. Bryant spoke softly to the once-invincible Superman, “So you see, Man of Steel, your champion won’t be coming to rescue you and Lois. Because, you’r not the first superhero converted into a sex-slave for my pleasure. Batman too is part of my, shall we say, collection of defeated superheros. He was’nt the first either. Although I must tell you, he is now the most skillful of all of you. Batman knows how to please his master.” Incredibly, Superman felt a hot flash of jealousy that Batman might be more skilled than he at sucking off and pleasing Bryant. “What’s happening to me,” he thought to himself, “Has Bryant so completely tamed me. I must get control of myself if Lois and I will every throw off the silken chains that enslave us and escape from this island trap.” Bryant gestured to Mona who was smiling broadly. She was enjoying the crestfallen look on Superman’s face as he realized he was not about to escape his bondage. “Mona, take Lois back to your bedroom and enjoy her for the night. I think she could use a bit more discipline. I’m sure you agree. Bring her to the pool in the morning for breakfast. Their stay with us is coming to an end.” Mona took Lois by the wrist and looked into her eyes. “Is it true Lois, do you need a bit more discipline?” The beautiful brunette, wife of Superman, lowered her eyes from Mona’s gase and said quietly, “Perhaps.” Mona led her from the bedroom leaving the two handsome, naked men laying together amoung the satin sheets. The video had ended and an obedient superhero awaited instructions from his master. “Go and draw me a bath. I want a hot bath and then a relaxing massage. Superman arose from the bed and walked naked across the bedroom and into the huge bathroom and began to do as his master had ordered.
Charles Bryant, having finally fallen back to sleep, awoke to a bright tropical morning. Soft breezes came through the open bedroom window bringing with it the scent of jasmine and other tropical flowers that grew in controlled abundance on his island paradise. He felt wonderful and alive with the zest of living. He looked to his right in the huge bed and saw that Superman still slept. He lay on his back, naked amoung the tangled black satin sheets. Only his private parts and upper thighs were covered by the sheet. Bryant thought to himself that his captive made a very sexy picture lying there asleep. His stomach smooth and flat and the powerful chest broad and hairless. The chest rose and fell softly in the morning light. Bryant studied the form of his conquored foe lying there so peacefully. The worlds mightiest man….undefeated in a thousand combats. Scourge of evil-doers across America. Symbol of truth, justice and the American Way. Now a prisoner in the bed of Charles Bryant. The invincible hero made into a helpless suck-slave to a more powerful man. The thought of it made Bryant fell giddy and proud at the same time. That he had fucked the superheroes wife in front of him just sweetened the mix. Who dreamed that Lois Lane would be such a down and dirty whore. Her desire to be corrupted even took Bryant and Mona by suprise. It was just perfect. Superman’s feminization was irreversible now. Bryant had looked into the eyes of too many men not to know what he saw in the eyes of his captive. Superman needed it, plain and simple. He was hungry for all the cock that Charles Bryant wanted to give him. Bryant intended to give him all that and more. Reluctantly Bryant awakened the fallen hero. Supermans eyes opened and he stretched luxuriously. He felt wonderful. Total sexual satisfaction from the previous evening was like a tonic. He did’nt care that Lois saw his lust and need. Did’nt care that she had urged Bryant to fuck him harder and deeper. That did not matter. Only the flesh of his master… using him, pounding into him, only that mattered. Superman had fallen helplessly and completely in love with Charles Bryant. He was and had become Bryant’s woman and submissive. Bryant spoke quietly to his slave, “Go and run me a bath. I wish to be bathed. I want to sit and soak in scented waters while you lovingly sponge my body. If you please me I will let you use my bath water for yourself when I am finished.” The man who once wore the title of, “The world’s Mightiest Man”, obediently walked naked into the bathroom to do his masters bidding. Bryant watched him as he walked away. “Tonight my captured lover. Tonight you will meet your true destiny.”