Through bleary eyes, Superman gazed up at the powerful Amazon standing over him. Despite the agony of his ruined chest, he felt his cock hardening at the incredible sight of Black Rose. He couldn't help himself, despite the fact that she was evil and he opposed everthing she stood for, he could not help but be enraptured by her perfect female form. Her powerful muscular physique exentuated her generous feminine curves, her wide shoulders and broad chest made her massive firm jutting breasts seem in perfect proportion rather than oversized.

Black Rose looked down on the defeated man. It was always so easy. No man could oppose her, up close their resistance crumbled as always. She noted with wry amusement the huge hard-on tenting Superman's trunks. For a fleeting moment she considered fucking his brains out there and then, but then the thought passed. Plenty of time for that later.

Taking her time she reached down, grabbing him by the tatters that remained of his costume and hauled him to his feet. Superman quivered in fear, afraid that she was about to deliver the finishing blow, he did not dare meet her gaze.

Black Rose proceeded to strip Superman from his costume, casually ripping the material from his chest, groin and legs, until he was completely naked in front of her. His chest had already had time to heal in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

"Do you want to live, Superman?" She asked sternly.

Superman, gulped, and tried to speak, but the fear overwhelmed him, and all he could do was croak. He nodded his head instead.

"Very well then. You will become my slave. An instrument of my will. An example to all men of the fate of those who try and stand in my way. You may be the most powerful MAN on Earth, but from now on you are nothing but my obedient slave. UNDERSTAND?"

Superman, fell to his knees in front of her, relief washing over him, he reached for her mighty thighs, holding on to them, and he buried his head into her crotch, sobbing, "Thank you mistess, thank you."

Black Rose almost killed him there and then. "What a weakling worm. But then, you are JUST a man after all."

"GET TO YOUR FEET!"

Superman struggled to his feet, but the emotional impact of what was happening was too much for him, and he stumbled, nearly falling again. He put out his hand for support and, accidently grabbed one of Black Rose's large breasts. Despite himself he could not help but wonder at the strange contrast between feminine softness and unyielding power he felt under his hand. Then realizing what he was doing he pulled his hand away as if burned.

Black Rose, reached for her narrow waist, and undid the belt that hung there. The belt was made of black leather-like material studded with metal spikes. She wrapped it around Superman's neck, turning it into a dog collar, fastening it into place, with her heat vision.

"Only I have the power to remove your collar, slave. It marks you as belonging to me.... do not forget it!"

"Hmmm" she looked him up and down, "One last touch I think." With that her heat vision blasted his chest, burning an "S" into the skin of his chest, right where the "S" shield of his costume used to be.

"AAAIIIEEEEEEE" Superman cried out in pain. He would have collpased to his knees again if Black Rose has not held him up.

"That will cause a permanent scar, Superman. Not even your kryptonian super healing will be able to repair it. A permanent reminder of your SLAVE status."

"Now for your first test of loyalty to your mistress..."

What do you do now?

	You will capture Supergirl and bring her to me.
	You will capture Wonder Woman and bring her to me.

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