Alexa Humiliates Superman
By Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Daddy’s little girl ain’t little no more 


Alexa Humiliates Superman

(Daddy's Little Girl)

A weakened and confused Superman awoke from a deep sleep sweating profusely
his clothes drenched bathed in his own disgusting odorific putrid fetid sweat.
He was cowering away from an outrageously muscular female figure who was
ominously looming over his forlorn self, a female who appeared to be a
chiseled living breathing monolithic goddess.

The addle-brained superhero looked up in wonderment at the imposing woman who
had to be nearly twelve-feet tall with biceps approaching sixty maybe even
seventy full inches of female splendor. She was the very embodiment of his
life-long fantasy girl; the most beautiful most muscular most awesome female
specimen one could ever imagine.

The strongest man on the planet inexplicably feared the giant female who was
disrespectfully sneering at him. It probably had more to do with anxiety
heightened his level of concern of the unknown. Nonetheless, Superman was
actually terrified.

He knew not who she was nor what she wanted of him or how he had ended up in
this untenable predicament. He only knew that the woman appeared to be more
powerful than he; actually, she was obviously more powerful than he.

Consequently, despite his being invincible and impervious to pain the Man of
Steel harbored an irrational fear of the woman. Despite that fear he could
feel his swelling Kryptonian cock straining against his tights; clearly his
15" cock feared nothing and no one.

However, Superman, the unchallenged strongest man in the world, was actually
intimated by the young woman's extraordinary muscularity and the unmistakable
aura surrounding her. He looked up at her filled with trepidation in awe of
her obvious physical superiority.

He admitted to himself that there was an undeniable hypnotic aura of
confidence surrounding the woman. It was almost as if she were the
all-powerful one, the one who was invulnerable, the one who was impervious to
pain.

He could actually sense her thoughts invading his mind, thoughts flaunting her
superiority revealing her intentions to hurt him, hurt him a lot. She was
menacingly straddling his inert vulnerable body. The sight and feel of her
imposing calves rubbing against his enfeebled body shattered and exiled every
bit of his self-confidence he had possessed. Kal-El from Krypton had never
felt more insignificant, more helpless, more inadequate ... so puny.

Despite his insecurities the Man of Steel somehow managed to convince himself
that he was still Superman possessing unmatched superpowers.

He confidently grasped her left shin between the ankle and her throbbing
muscular calve. He needed both of his strong hands to encircle her massive
leg. His plan was to incapacitate the giant female by mercilessly pulverizing
her shin bone while at the same shattering her knee with his superpowered
hands causing her to drop down to the ground. He then planned to rise to his
full height, and pummel and smash her pretty face with his powerful fists.

He squeezed with all of his Kryptonian might exerting every ounce of his
power. Despite his best efforts he had failed to make even the slightest
indentation in her unyielding impenetrable steel like leg. He looked up at her
in awe as he realized he was incapable of hurting the woman or even gaining
her attention.

As far as he could tell she hadn't even noticed that he had awakened, hadn't
even noticed that he had latched onto her leg, hadn't even noticed that he had
grabbed onto to her leg and squeezed with all of his might.

Superman began to rise having every intention of flying away. However, using
only her left hand the giggling giant grabbed him by the nape of his neck and
effortlessly lifted the Man of Steel off the ground. The horrific pain was
rendering him helpless his once powerful arms hung helplessly at his sides.

Seemingly without any effort at all the powerful female nonchalantly shunted
him away flinging Superman across the room as if he were nothing more than a
paper airplane. He crashed feet first into the far corner lodging himself
waist deep into the wall with only his head, his upper torso, and one of his
arms free from the confines of his embarrassing imprisonment.

Her stoic countenance was broken only by her arrogant smile of utter contempt.
The wonderous woman began to prance around the room flexing and flaunting her
incomprehensible muscular arms displaying thickly serrated worm like veins
that ran up and down her massive biceps, biceps that pulsed with seemingly
limitless power.

If had been her intention to intimidate him, intimidate him she had.

Superman realized that he was no match for this muscular maiden of mayhem
understanding fully that he was at the mercy of a ruthless woman he feared had
not the capacity to feel or display mercy.

"Hey there." Superman yelled at her." Who are you?" "He searched the recesses
of his mind trying to call back memories that would enlighten him. "Where am
I?"

"I am your worst fucking nightmare."

She laughed gleefully as she pumped up a double-bicep pose flexing her
awesomely peaked biceps. She was wearing an extremely tight aqua-green
sleeveless wife-beater tee-shirt and a revealing hot-pink string bikini bottom
that served as nothing more than dental floss for her ass-crack. Superman was
compelled to focus his eyes on her spectacular breasts which were undulating
unfettered beneath her clinging top each boob independently competing with the
other for the horny toad's undivided attention.

Despite his mounting fear Superman was sporting a massive erection leaking
drips and drops of pre-cum into his shorts.

The hopelessness of his situation devasted an already psychologically beaten
and defeated Superman. He was quickly coming to the inescapable realization
that he would no longer be able to keep his sacred vow to protect the planet
and its people from harm. He began to weep uncontrollably as he sensed that
his purpose in life was slipping away from him.

Inexplicably Superman was suddenly sightless. He could feel a pair of strong
hands pulling him out of the wall extricating him from his ignominious plaster
prison. He was lifted off his feet and placed in a chair. When his eyes came
into focus, he was seated alongside a small table of snacks; popcorn, milk
duds, a family sized Hershey bar, and a couple of diet sodas. On the other
side of the table was a chair identical to the one he was now perched upon.

The twelve-foot-tall Amazonian abomination was across the room posing for his
benefit ... front and rear lat-spreads, a rear double-bicep pose, side chest,
side triceps, abdominal, thigh and calve poses, and finally a massive double
front bicep pose the splendor of which frightened him even further.

"Who are you?" He begged her for an answer. "What do you want of me?"

"You don't need to know." The giant female held up one massively muscled arm
and flexed as hard as she could admiring the massive girth that was her bicep.
"72-inches in case you were wondering."

Unable to cope with the situation Superman felt feint and allowed his eyes to
close. He didn't' know how much time had passed but when he awoke the giant
female had magically transformed herself to a more normal sized human being;
six-feet-five, 320-pounds, with 56 1/2" of supremely defined muscular double
peaked biceps.

"Don't get any stupid ideas you pathetic wimp, I can still kick your ass." She
laughed manically and to prove her point she stood up and reached across the
table and grabbed his hand with one of hers.

"Just so there's no misunderstanding." She squeezed so hard they could both
hear and feel his fingers shattering and his bones, ligaments, and tendons
snapping, crackling and popping.

"Please stop." Just being close to the woman filled Superman with a malevolent
dread that consumed him. He was convinced she was omnipotent nonetheless he
knew that sooner or later he would need to confront her. "What now?" He asked.

"Now we watch a video." She reached over to the table and grabbed a handful of
popcorn and shoved it into her mouth followed by a handful of milk duds.
"There's nothing better than popcorn and chocolate ... right?"

The channel was turned to CNN ... Former presidential candidate and Superman's
arch enemy, Lex Luther, was in the news again. He had been contracted by the
government because of his unmatched intellect and extensive and unparalleled
knowledge of Artificial Intelligence (A.I.) and advanced robotics. Luther had
almost single handily managed to integrate A.I. technology with robotic
soldiers, soldiers that were needed to keep pace with the Chinese and the
Russians.

The President of the United States announced to the world that as of midnight
that night the U.S. Robotic Army of one hundred thousand strong would be
activated.

In a related announcement privately-owned Luther Corp was unveiling Lex
Luther's latest business enterprise. Newly developed domesticated Robots were
now available to the public for a modest price through Amazon. Luther Corp
stock was expected to triple over-night making Lex Luther an instant
billionaire many times over.

"This is no good." Superman frowned as he stammered his concerns. "That man
can't be trusted." When Superman attempted to stand, he felt dizzy again and
plopped himself back down in his seat.

"How?" He elaborated without waiting for her response. "I mean, first you were
twelve feet tall and now your six." Inexplicably he took the time to down a
handful of milk duds.

"How is that possible?"

"Pills ... Hallucinogenic drugs." She began to sing ... 'One pill makes you
larger - one pill makes you small ... When logic and proportion have fallen
sloppy dead ... go ask Alexa.' She shook a bottle of pills in front of his
face. "Want another?" He shook his head indicating no.

"Keep watching." She mashed more milk duds into a plentiful handful of popcorn
and smushed it all into her mouth.

"Okay." Superman was amenable to her every command. He felt as if he were
still in a drug induced hypnotic trance as he attempted to focus his eyes on
the screen.

"Ms. Luther." The CNN reporter was interviewing a nattily dressed very tall
very gorgeous very female female. "I understand that while your father is
finishing his prison sentence you will be serving as president and CEO of
Luther Corp."

"Correct." She smiled demurely. "Please call me Lexi. My given name is Alexa
Luther." She needed to lean downward in order to speak into the
correspondent's mike.

"We expect that the roll out of our advanced domestic animatronic robots will
be a huge step forward for the consumer. Eventually all domestic work and
menial tasks will be assumed by the bots." Her broad smile was radiant and no
one could deny her beauty. "At the outset we expect demand for our product to
exceed inventory so you best order now."

"It can't be ... My god ... You're his daughter?"

"Yeppers." She replied with a nod. "I told you I was your worst nightmare."
She flexed her 56 1/2" biceps again and smirked arrogantly. "Do you want to
feel my girlie muscle." Lexi sneered knowingly. "I understand you like that
sort of thing."

"Well, sure." He surprised himself by admitting his desire to touch and feel
her muscles. "It would be an honor." In addition to wanting to touch her he
had an ulterior motive. He intended to crush her bicep in his super powered
hands. He wrapped both of his hands around her bicep and squeezed as hard as
he possibly could shocked when he couldn't even make an indentation in her
throbbing bicep of tempered steel.

"Pretty damn big, huh." She forced his head between her right bicep and the
crux of her forearm and squeezed just hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"Soon you will learn how powerful I am, how much stronger than you I really
am."

She lifted him off the ground chair and all and proceeded to place him in
front of a marble table that had somehow appeared out of nowhere.

Lexi placed her elbow on the table demanding that Superman do the same. He
realized he had virtually no chance against the power in her and 56 1/2"
biceps but he knew better than to argue with her so he did the same. As soon
as they grasped each other's hand he could feel the strength in her vice like
grip begin to crush his bones.

Superman didn't wait for a go ahead signal and he began to push against her
arm with all of his Kryptonian strength. The Man of Steel had never lost an
arm-wrestling contest to anyone ever but today his massive effort was stopped
cold. She didn't allow her heavily muscled arm to give an inch.

"Really." She shook her head in disgust. "I never expected you to cheat."

Lexi was chastising him for his iniquitous quick start. Lex Luther's daughter
allowed him no satisfaction, no thought of winning. She knew she was
considerably stronger than the diminished superhero so she wasted not a second
and immediately exerted the full extent of her power ruthlessly slamming his
trembling arm down to and then through the sturdy marble table forcing him off
his chair unceremoniously crashing the 'strongest man on the planet' to the
floor.

"Oh ... By the way the pill you were given is a synthetic laboratory produced
faux-kryptonite substitute that saps your strength much like the real thing."
As the people at Lex Corp love to say ... better living through chemistry.

She placed her bare foot in the middle of his chest and began to press
downward restricting Superman's ability to breathe normally. He tapped on her
leg indicating he was ready to give up. However, she simply laughed at him and
continued to press down until the Man of Squeal began to gag.

As soon as Lexi removed her foot from his chest allowing him to breathe
Superman began to choke up copious amounts of yellow and brownish vomit. He
rolled over on his side spitting up the remnants of the bile while trying to
clear his mouth of the foul-tasting puke.

"Please stop." He held up his hand in supplication. "I give up."

"Superman." She sneered. "You've already given up."

"Okay, I give up some more."

"Sorry but I'm not finished with you just yet." She punched him so hard she
fractured his jaw dislodging a number of his teeth.

Alexa patiently explained to the Man of Steel that when they first met he had
been under the influence of a hallucinogenic compound that not only caused him
to believe she was twelve-feet-tall but had also sapped much of Kryptonian
strength. In addition, the drug was in essence an artificially sensitized
particle of Kryptonite developed at Luther Corp. Superman was coming to the
realization that an untenable situation had just become even more untenable
for the Man of Steel.

Lexi announced to Superman that she was about to punish him beyond all
reasonable limits of pain, punish him to the nth degree, punish him because he
had messed with her father's life for years and years on end. She reminded him
that he was solely responsible for her dad's thirty-year prison sentence and
she going to make him pay.

She explained further that her father had groomed her almost from birth for
this ultimate confrontation. Along with her baby formula he had administered
specially designed Human Growth Hormones (HGH) along with massive amounts of
testosterone supplements, potent anabolic steroids, and a bunch of other
muscle enhancing shit, including spinach (lol) all designed to make her the
most powerful human being on earth.

"And it worked." She flexed her biceps some more enjoying the look of
unmitigated panic on the face of the once strongest being on the planet.

In addition, daddy dearest made certain that his muscular teenaged daughter
was well trained in all of the martial arts disciplines including but not
limited to karate, kung Fu, judo, krav maga, Muay Thai ...

"Care to test me?" Before he could answer, she karate chopped him across the
throat sending the choking Kryptonian down onto his knees, weeping.

Lex Luther had instilled in her a deep and abiding hatred for all things
Superman and he had made Lexi promise that when the time came, she would pull
no punches. She would beat the livin' shit out of his old friend from
Smallville. She was to humiliate and humble him and most importantly she was
to devise and initiate a never-ending torture for his arch-enemy.

"Watch this." Lexi throat lifted the 240-pound super hero off the ground
holding his face directly in front of the closed-circuit TV monitor. "Daddy
wishes to speak at you."

"Hi Kent ... I see you've met my daughter ... pretty damn cute, huh?" Lex
Luther was comically wearing a black and white striped prison suit satirizing
one of the earlier Superman movies. "In case you haven't heard I'm being
released from prison within the next ten." His laugh was nothing short of
maniacal. "Until then please treat my daughter respectfully."

"Lexi." He sternly addressed his daughter. "I can't wait to witness the
special never-ending torture you've cooked up for him."

"And so you shall." She lowered Superman onto a specially designed massage
table complete with attached restraining straps. Superman immediately felt the
strength sapping effects of the kryptonite-soaked straps and yet her gentle
touch coaxed his kryptonian cock to rise and expand to its full fifteen inches
of male glory.

Alexa 'Lexi' Luther was anxiously awaiting the arrival of her father. She
couldn't wait for him to watch Superman suffer. When she stepped down on a
seemingly innoxious foot pedal positioned directly beneath but still attached
to the table it began to gently rock back and forth.

When activated the specially designed table would gently lurch forward and
roll backwards like waves on the sea while simultaneously rocking the
occupant, in this case Superman, up and down thrusting the helpless to resist
Man of Steel to do the same.

Superman heard someone approaching he and the table. He apprehensively craned
his neck upwards to see who it could be. Surprisingly it was a relatively
attractive smiling naked middle-aged woman who without preamble climbed up on
top of the table and on top of him.

She wordlessly fondled his erect penis for a moment or two before mounting
him. The woman proceeded to use the Man of Steel as a human dildo until she
had completely satisfied her sexual appetite.

Before Superman knew it a second matronly woman had actually leaped up on the
table and inserted his cock in her dripping vagina pumping him until she too
was sexually sated. She was quickly followed by another woman in heat followed
by another and then another. Superman finally passed out from exhaustion only
to awake to the specter of a man sucking his dick to completion at which point
he passed out yet again.

"Not bad." As he awoke Lexi was hovering over him smiling. "Not bad at all ...
ten women, two gay guys, a she-male, and a goat ... all in less than four
hours." She proudly flexed her girthy bicep in his face. "By the way ... I was
joking about the goat; it was a sheep."

"Superman - I have a question for you." She fondled his penis until he became
erect again. "Is never ending sex a form of torture?" She laughed as his eyes
widened in obvious fear. "I guess we will find out soon enough."

Several days passed ... On each of those days Lexi force fed Superman a fist
full of blue pills; he suspected Viagra

"Next ..." He heard Lexi shout.

A five-foot-six-inch 600-pound woman who could only be described as obscenely
obese was hoisted atop him where she began to grind on his rigid Kryptonian
cock. Her enormous weight was restricting his ability to breathe and Superman
found himself praying for a quick death. Anything would be better than this
interminable never ending sexual torture.

Lexi directed his attention to the giant T.V. screen directly in front of him.
He began to weep out loud when he saw a never-ending line of women, men, and
transgender people waiting their turn with the Man of Steel.

"Relax Superman." Lexi was hovering over him demanding his undivided
attention. "You have a visitor." She flaunted her massive biceps for her own
gratification before announcing ... "Here's Daddy."

"Hello Kent." Superman cringed at the sight of his most hated advisory. "I
have a very big surprise for you." Lexi raised the table allowing Superman a
better view of his arch enemy, a view he would have preferred to have not
seen.

A completely naked Lex Luther was standing before him flexing his surprisingly
muscular body. He had no doubt taken full advantage of the prison exercise
facilities. Superman noticeably winced and recoiled away from him as he
noticed Luther meticulously strapping on an enormous green glowing dildo that
must have been twenty inches in length and easily eight full inches in girth.

"Pucker up asshole ... no pun intended." Lex Luther was beyond ecstatic
approaching nirvana. This was the moment for which he had been waiting.

Lexi had rolled Superman over so he was now facing down, his ass an inviting
target. Luther wasted no time and forcibly pounded his faux 20-inch penis that
had been dipped in faux-kryptonite deeper and deeper into the squirming man's
rectum.

Superman's anal cavity was on fire but he silently gritted his teeth
determined to not give Luther the satisfaction of hearing him scream. However,
Luther was hell bent on hearing his hated foe, the Man of Squeal scream ...
Apparently, they were both in for a very long night.

Alexa Luther Humiliates Superman ... 3,500 words ... to be continued?