Superman Vanquished Part 12

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Superman Vanquished

Part 12 Prisioner

Author: Lcross

Minutes later Eden steps from the escape shaft and onto the lab floor and smiles as an unconscious Superman daggles upside down inches above the opening to the well. Superman’s wet cape and arms daggle high above the radiation well’s floor. Eden grabs the hoist control and the crane that Superman hangs from upside down begins to move along the twin rails towards the overhead door the opens to the compound’s parking lot. Eden retracts the cranes cables so that Superman clears the wells safety railing. He stops the crane about 20 feet from the overhead door just in front of the cargo bed of his Dodge Ram that has been backed into lab. The Ram is parked in front of the closed overhead door and has an orange steel gang box sitting in its bed, the kind used on construction sites to secure tools in. The cover to the steel box is open as if to receive something.

Eden lowers Superman until his fingers are inches above lab floor with his red cape spread out behind him. Eden drops the crane control and folds his arms and circles the hanging man smiling with satisfaction. He kneels down eyelevel to Superman’s inverted head. The hero’s eyes are open with his blue eyes rolled back in his head. Superman’s head hangs down and slightly back with his mouth hanging open with drool trickling out. Superman’s face is wet and his hair is damp. Eden reaches over and tugs lightly at Superman’s distinctive split curl and then caresses his cheek. “So this is what the mighty Superman, the Man of Steel, looks like up-close and personal. I bet no ones ever had an opportunity to examine you as closely I’m about to,” remarks the Eden as he softly continues to caresses the side of Superman’s face. He strikes Superman’s face with his open hand sharply three times in short quick slaps trying to rouse him. Superman remains motionless suspended by his ankles. “Out cold,” remarks Eden. “He’ll probably be out for hours. I’ll have muscle boy in the box by then.” The man reaches up and lightly traces the “S” emblazed on Superman’s chest several times and remarks, “To think tiny particles of a element could subdue a powerful man with incredible abilities.”

He rises slowly and caresses Superman as he drags his hand very slowly upwards rubbing and massaging the length of his muscular torso. Eden squeezes and pinches Superman’s pecks and abs feeling the muscles contained in the tight blue elastic suit. His hand then moves above his 6 pack abs and stops and examines the belt buckle. He traces the S with his fingers and the moves past the belt and he grasps and pulls at the pouch of Superman’s tight red trucks compressed between his thighs and feels his equipment. He slides his hand under the yellow leather belt and down within the red briefs feeling for Superman’s tool. Eden finds it and rubs it elastic outline. Satisfied he withdraws his from within the red briefs and reaches higher and rubs and caresses Superman’s muscular leg contained in the wet blue elastic tights. His hand moves higher and Eden feels Superman’s powerful calve above his leather boot; he moves around behind the suspended hero and steps onto the red cape attached to Superman’s shoulders. He gazes at Superman’s muscular arms, broad V shaped back and powerful legs tightly contained in the blue fabric. He kneads and massages the backside of Superman’s damp tight red trucks with both hands and then gives him a playful spank and then reaches deep between Superman’s compressed thighs again and cups the pouch with his fingers and feels for the outline of man’s tool and finds it. Awesome! Eden pulls his hand from between Superman’s thighs and gazes at the helpless Man of Steel smiling and thinking Superman had a good run and that it was only a matter of time before somebody figured out away to defeat him. “I fear your days of flying around in those blue tights, bright red cape and boots are over Superman; nothing personal you understand.” say Eden. “But I could not pass up an opportunity to sell your hide for 20 million.”

He removes his camera phone from his belt clip and circles the hanging hero and snaps pictures of the unconscious man from various angles as sweat drips from Superman’s cape and finger tips and pools on the lab floor. Eden laughs and looks at one on the pictures on the screen of his camera phone, “Looks like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet Superman!”