The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Charles Bryant rose from his rumpled bed and stretched his mighty body. He felt refreshed. Wonderfully satisfied from the previous evenings debauchery. Life was good and the mega-billionaire was pleased. Bryant had pulled Lois and Superman into an even lower circle of depravity. Having both of them taking turns sucking his cock while the other watched just inches away with glazed eyes…now that was a trip. Time to bathe away the dried cum and sweat of the previous night and start a new day. He walked casually into the opulent bathroom where he found his prisoner, Superman, sitting obediently on the side of the huge bathtub. The captive was naked. Sponges and scented oils were at the ready to serve his conquorer. Bryant slipped slowly into the hot, scented waters. Lying back he closed his eyes and surrendered to the pure luxury of the bath. Superman began the process of sudsing and cleaning his captor. As he abased himself in such menial duties he again felt the tingle of submissive pleasure. The soapy, scented sponge moved across Bryant’s broad chest and muscular back as the Man of Steel did his masters bidding. Desperatly thinking of anything that would keep his cock from becoming hard. Offering yet another proof of his descent to womanhood. He tried to distract himself to prevent the hard-on he felt was beginning. He spoke softly to Bryant as he continued sudsing that perfect body. “So tell me Charles, did Batman put up as much resistance as I did?” Long seconds passed and Superman realized his error. He was to speak only when spoken to and never to initiate a conversation. Now he had broken one of Bryant’s rules. Bryant spoke with a cold edge to his voice, “How dare you disobey me. You’ll be punished for this.” Bryant grabbed the slave collar and roughly yanked the superhero to him almost causing him to fall into the bath water. Now their faces were inches apart. Bryant’s eyes bored into Superman’s eyes and saw the panic written large on the fallen heros face. He knowingly whispered to Superman, “It seems you do need a bit of discipline, don’t you? Perhaps a severe spanking or the strap across that tight ass of yours?” Superman lowered his eyes submissivly and whispered his reply, “Perhaps.” The conquored superhero felt weak and faint. Bryant’s lips, his mouth, just an inch or two away from his. He wanted desperatly to kiss that mouth, those strong lips, to surrender totally. Bryant released his grip on the slave collar and the moment vanished. Superman composed himself as best he could as Bryant stood up in the tub. Superman rinsed his captor off and then dried him with a large, pale yellow bath towel. Bryant raised his arms and spread his legs as his servant dutifully dried his muscular body. At the end Superman was on his knees before Bryant patting the last traces of moisture from his body. That alluring cock hanging soft so near his lips. Bryant was conscious of the effect his nudity had on the kneeling superhero and he gloried in it. Turning slowly he presented his wet muscular buttocks to his slave. The last of his body to be dried. Bryant felt the towel dabbing his hard ass-cheeks, blotting the moisture. So close was Superman to those rock hard buttocks that he could feel the warmth of his breath. “Go ahead”, he whispered to the defeated superhero, “You know you want it. So do it.” Bryant felt those super-lips, that tongue running across his buttocks. The hot breath on his ass and the moaning. Felt fingers pulling his cheeks apart. Then the incredibly sensual feel of a tongue running across his most secret place. Licking, tonguing him, eager to please. “Oooh yes,” Bryant groaned in pure pleasure, “We’ll talk about your punishment later.”
Charles Bryant stood naked, legs spread apart, next to the huge tub where his captive had bathed him. Behind him, Superman knelt, his fingers lightly caressing each of Bryant’s buttocks. Gently spreading his conquorers ass-cheeks. Giving his eager, willing mouth access to Bryant’s most intimate area. The effect on Bryant was electric. “Good grief,” he thought to himself, “this bitch is finding nerve endings even I did’nt know I had. Who the hell is seducing who here?” His captives eager mouth was driving him to a morning hard-on that he did’nt want. He had other plans. Particularly since Superman had spoken without permission. Brazenly asking whether Batman had put up as much of a struggle as he had. Superman was forgetting his place and needed punishment and Bryant intended to deliver it. But not too severe. He did’nt want it to interfere with his plans for The Man of Steel this very evening. Bryant broke away from that eager tongue probing his ass. That knowing mouth and lips that were so exciting. He walked abruptly into the bedroom leaving Superman kneeling there. Bryant called back to him, “You may bathe in my used bathwater. And use my damp towel, it’s all you deserve. Then clean the mess up. It’s time for my breakfast.” Twenty minutes later Superman came into the bedroom, his thick black hair still damp from the bath. Bryant’s used towel wrapped around his lean hips. Bryant awaited him, standing near the open window looking out to the sea. Superman was suprised to see Bryant fully dressed in a pair of taupe slacks, light beige loafers and a long sleeve, silk shirt in the palest of blue. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses. The Man Of Steel could not fathom his mood. Charles Bryant seemed preoccupied as he gazed out of the window in the direction of where his huge yacht lay at anchor. Superman saw Bryant had placed on the bed a pair of the hated red silk panties with ther “S” logo emblazzoned on the crotch. A subtle but certain reminder where the power lay in this relationship. Bryant turned from the window and spoke abruptly, “Put your panties on you pussy. That’s all you’ll wear today. This morning you’r the maid.” Superman obeyed, stepping into the panties and pulling them up about his hips. He smoothed them into place. The red silk obscenely accentuated the very large bulge of his manhood. Against his fervent desire, the fallen superhero felt a tingle of sexual excitement as the red silk caressed and encased his manhood. “Let’s go. Lois and Mona are waiting for us.” Bryant strode from the room and Superman followed behind as they made their way to the pool and breakfast area. A nearly naked, defeated superhero, hurrying to keep up with his master.