The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman Chapters 33-34
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Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 2 Average: 4.5]  The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman Story by Wellsny44   Chapter 33   Superman stirred in the bed to sit up and found his right wrist band was chained to the headboard. Bryant was still taking no chances. The door opened and Charles Bryant entered the bedroom carrying a small plate of fresh cut fruit and cheeses. “Good to see you awake Superman. Brought you something to snack on. How are you feeling after that brutal beating that Mona gave you? Better I hope.” Bryant had assumed a casual demeanor. Superman thought to himself, as if Bryant had’nt practically seduced him on these very sheets just hours earlier. Superman shot back, “Don’t give me that and don’t think I don’t know the game you’r playing.” “What game would that be Superman?” Superman replied heatedly: “Good cop, bad cop. You force Lois to whip me, send Mona to beat me and humiliate me in front of Lois. But all the time you do nothing. Nothing except sooth me. Win me over. Weaken my resistance to your sexual desires and plans. You’r very clever Bryant,… Read More »The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman Chapters 33-34

The Ultimate Take-Down Part 5
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Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 4 Average: 4.8]  The Ultimate Take-Down By BodyHeat_LA@yahoo.com with some help from Catbatbom900900   Part Five I kneeled down, turned him over and wiped the red from his mouth. I held him there for a moment, a massive dead weight in my arms. He breathing was low. I leaned down and breathed air into his prone body. My tongue probed his mouth, his lips, his tongue. His head started bobbing. His eyes opened looking into mine. His chest swelled and relaxed as he lay there defeated. Suddenly, I grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed it hard. I flexed my bicep inches from his face. It shot into a fight-pumped double peak that must have been 28″ – big as his head. My tone was harsh and forceful. “Look at that muscle!” I barked. “These are the guns that took you down.” He looked up at me barely conscious. “You want to feel it?” I said. He seemed to tremble in my grip and hesitated for moments. “Feel it!” I commanded. His eyes stared at the huge muscle, at the cuts, at the veins sprawling from… Read More »The Ultimate Take-Down Part 5