It had been too long since Wonder Woman had felt the
toch of another Woman. And She had NEVER felt a
touch like that of the Black Rose.

Rose whispered seductively into Diana Prince's ear
aas she tantilzingly fondled her large beautifully shaped
breasts.

"You see .... you are MUCH stronger than Superman!
You've ALWAYS been stronger than him. And yet the
world has never known the truth. He's always been the
symbol of strength - the ultimate standard of power. But
now that will change!"

Wonder Woman moaned with pleasure. She had long
resented the attention that Superman was given. She
had been just active as a defender of justice. More, in
fact. But because she was a Woman, she never
received the same appreciation.

She looked at the Kryptonian super hero writhing on the
ground. How pathetic he looked. What a ridiculous
thing he was. How could she have let him go around
basking glory while she stood in his shadow when she
had always been his superior! She was an AMAZON
after all! Superior to ANY man.

But not superior to the Black Rose.

"Should I finish him off for good, Mistress?" Wonder
Woman asked the goddess who's hand was now
massaging her mound. "Or should I just make him cry
and beg like the puny inferior male weakling he is?"

SuperSlave looked sheepishly up at the statuesque
Women. The fear and shame in his eyes was plain. He
knew that either one of them could literally rip his body
asunder. Wonder Woman had exerted no effort in
breaking his hand.

Somehow - the total hopelessness of his situation
brought about a change in Superman. His penis
throbbed. He felt the burning of sexual longing all
through his body. He wanted nothing more than to be
used by these powerful goddesses - even if it meant
more pain. He wanted to see and feel their power -
which was so much greater than his own.

"We really don't want to kill him, Diana, now do we?"

The Women looked at him - both of them smiling
gleefully - then at each other. Then they fell into a deep
long kiss. Their bodies moved as one. Their smooth
graceful curves undulating like waves. Their moans
getting louder and higher in pitch.

Superman could not control himself. With his uninjured
hand he began rubbing his engorged penis.

The two Women were now so deeply in the throes of
their own passion that they had all but forgotten about
the helpless male at their feet. They brought each other
to one thunderous orgasm after another. Superman
watched in awe. Their pleasure was even greater than
their strength. Even as the friction of his hand on his
shaft was bringing him closer to his orgasm, the
Women had been orgasming continuously. His own
climax was nothing by comparison. He was like a
single drop of rain next to a tidal wave. The more he
thought about it - the more afraid he became.

Then he realized that he was staring straight into Black
Rose's eyes. He was still rubbing himself, so close to
coming, almost there. But now the stern gaze of his
Mistress told him without a word being said that he had
to stop. He slowly removed his hand from his still hard
penis. His face turning red with shame. Then SHE
spoke.

"What are you doing?" She coldly asked. "Are you trying
to have one of your pitiful male orgasms? Trying to
squeeze some tiny particle of pleasure out of that crude
mechanism of yours?"

Superman was afraid to say anything.

"Maybe you need another reminder!"

What do you do now?

	Rose makes WW punish him
	Superman gets a cock ring

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