Chapter 27: Ride 'em cowgirl
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"I don't think so" Said Lois.
"What? Lois, what are you saying?"
Lois Lane found the story quite a turn on. It had always
been her secret fantasy to have Superman in a
helpless state. Now having him literally dropped at her
doorstep was too good to waste.
"You know Clarky boy, you look really cute like this." She
grabbed the chain that was attached to his nipples and
pulled it. She smiled as she saw how the flesh of his
tits stretched and pulled away from his beautiful thick
pectoral muscles. He cried in pain. She giggled. She
noticed that his penis was becoming erect.
"Black Rose was really too much for you, wasn't she?"
Lois asked in a seductive voice. "About time you
realized that we Women are the stronger sex!"
"LOIS!!!! NOT YOU TOO?" He couldn't believe what he
was hearing.
"That's right Clark. After all, I am a Woman. What makes
you think I don't appreciate the power of someone like
Black Rose? What makes you think I don't want some
of that power myself?"
"But she's a villainess! She must be stopped!"
"Nonsense! You don't understand, do you? She's what
Women everywhere have been waiting for. Someone to
show all men everywhere that they can't push us
around anymore! And if that means that the 'mighty'
Superman has to suffer some humiliation, so be it!"
Superman was dumbfounded. He looked into Lois
Lane's eyes. She looked back at him with a look of
superiority. Her eyes moved up and down taking in
every inch of his body, then she met his gaze with a
look that made him feel insignificant.
"What a story this will make! You're going to bring me to
Black Rose. You're going to carry out your Mistress'
commands like a good slave! But first..."
She grabbed his penis roughly and dragged him into
her bedroom and threw him on his back onto her bed.
He was so used to relying on his super powers that
without them, in spite of his large muscles, he was
unable to defend himself against the athletic woman.
Lois worked out regularly and was a black belt in
Karate.
In seconds she had removed her slacks and her
panties and was lowering herself onto his erect
member. Still wearing her blouse she rode him like a
horse, tugging on the chain with one hand as if it was
the reins, touching her clit with the other hand.
Occasionally she reached behind and gave his balls a
squeeze, laughing as Superman cried in pain. She
came over and over. She didn't even notice Superman
ejaculate, her own orgasms were so overwhelming.
When she was done she took a shower and when she
returned to the bedroom, she found Superman asleep
on her bed with his thumb in his mouth.
A strange feeling of power came over her. He was just
a little boy after all.
What do you do now?
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