Superman – Never Kiss a Succubus
By the Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com 
She’ll tease you, squeeze you, please you, but ... 


SUPERMAN - NEVER KISS A SUCCUBUS

(She'll tease you, she'll squeeze you, she'll please you, but ...)

The astonishingly beautiful young woman who at the moment was calling herself
Denise sauntered her way through the nearly deserted girl's locker room at
Stanhope College. She could hear the water flowing in the shower room. She
confidently slipped out of her clothing and stepped into that room.

She was awestruck by the gorgeous naked body belonging to Linda Danvers who
was blithely enjoying the water cascading down and massaging her lithe but
muscular physique.

Denise, through copious and meticulous amounts of research and long evenings
of study had ascertained that the unassuming Ms. Linda Danvers was in fact
none other than the exceptionally gifted Supergirl from Krypton.

Denise possessed mega-powers of her own having been spawned and raised by an
ancient race of exiled females, females blessed with powers and abilities far
exceeding those of mundane humans. Her abilities were far reaching and
included but were not limited to:

Superior speed allowing for her movements to be faster than the eye could see.

Extraordinary strength far greater than any human - able to effortlessly lift
a full-grown man over her head using but one hand.

Super stamina allowing her to fight endlessly and tirelessly engage in love
making.

Supernatural beauty well beyond that of a human woman completely irresistible
to all men as well a surprising number of females.

Immortality - since she was a demon of sorts her life would have no end.

Shape shifting - a useful tool.

Denise flaunted her incomparable body to its fullest displaying flawless
gravity defying 36" D-cup breasts, erect nipples, and saucer sized pink
areolas coupled with a more than just impressive muscularity. When fully
flexed her perfectly peeked 17" biceps strained to escape the taut epidermis
encasing that muscularity.

The sight of the sexy girl standing before her momentarily overwhelmed
Supergirl's senses as she was inexorably being drawn towards her. Supergirl
had never even entertained lesbianism as a life style but now she was readily
admitting to herself that she was at the very least bi-curious amenable to
some form of hot girl-on-girl action. The space between the two girls lessened
precipitously as they slowly approached each other.

The genetically blessed girls tentatively began to exchange soft tender loving
kisses. Denise cupped Supergirl's blushing face in her hands smirking
audaciously before covering the Maiden of Might's mouth with her own. She
forced her tongue inside the mouth of the Kryptonian hottie and began to
vigorously suck and suck drawing not only strength and energy from the
superheroine but her life force as well.

A panicking Supergirl defensively clutched at her assailant only to discover
unassailable impenetrable unyielding rock-hard muscles steadfastly holding her
in place. Supergirl was unable to move a muscle. The very essence that makes
Kara from Krypton who she is was deserting her and there wasn't a damn thing
her superpowered Kryptonite self could do about it.

Denise could feel unimaginable power surging through her body while at the
same time enjoying the diminishment of Supergirl who suddenly looked
emaciated. Had Denise possessed even a modicum of mercy she would have aborted
the absorption ritual and Supergirl would have most assuredly lived out the
rest of her life on Earth.

However, the Demon child had no pity within her. Her soulless disposition was
void of empathy instead she derived immense pleasure extinguishing her earthly
visage. Hence, Supergirl was now kaput unceremoniously exiled to whatever
afterlife awaited Kryptonian beings.

Denise had been greedy for more and more power ergo she had continued to drain
Kara, 'the Last Daughter of Krypton' of every last ounce of her remaining
superpowers.

"Why not?" The Demon was feeling puckish. "What's life without whimsey?"

She grabbed Supergirl's lifeless body and propped it up against the tile wall
of the shower. She forcibly bent Kara's torso forward much further than it was
designed to go and laughingly pushed her face down into her wispy blonde
crotch. The world would mourn the demise of the Maiden of Might for days upon
days while the tabloids would possess mounds and mounds of salacious fodder to
dispense to their lowbrow readers; enough for several news cycles to come.

Denise was extremely hungry; famished in fact. She hadn't fed herself in a
couple of days and she was growing a little weak and very anxious. However,
she was already late for her appointment at the newspaper accordingly her need
for sustenance and nourishment would just have to wait.

Everyone in the office was awestruck when the well-dressed attractive young
woman silently entered the Daily Planet newsroom heading towards Perry White's
private office. She bestowed warm breathtaking smiles to everyone as she
sashayed herself across the room wearing a lilac-colored jacket, a pair of
clinging black retro Jordache jeans, a jaunty chartreuse colored fedora tilted
slightly to the right, a plain white blouse, and an incongruously obviously
expensive pair of lime green signature Jordan basketball shoes.

Despite her conservative attire the young woman's hour-glass figure was
discernable to everyone. Apparently, the Editor and Chief of the paper would
be interviewing the girl for some type of job.

All eyes were subtly focused on Perry's door awaiting another glimpse of the
mesmerizing young woman and possible new co-worker's face, a face so gorgeous
no man nor woman could bring themselves to look away.

Jimmy Olson had been God-smacked captivated by the splendor of her beauty; he
was certain he had decerned a vivid and intense aura emanating from her
person. The smitten Olson held his camera at the ready waiting for her to
reappear.

Perry exited his office with the extraordinary raven-haired young girl at his
side. She had removed her blazer-like jacket which she had draped over her
shoulder. Her now more visible loose-fitting white blouse revealed that she
was sans bra. Even while standing perfectly still her prominent breasts
shifted from side-to-side as they jiggled in unison seemingly competing with
one another for attention.

"Listen up everybody." Perry addressed the workforce. "I wish to introduce
everyone to an ambitious freshman journalism student at Stanhope College.
Denise Derek will be joining us at the Daily Planet working as a summer intern
here in the newsroom." Perry scanned the well populated office.

"Jimmy. I want you to set up a cubicle for Ms. Derek, show her around,
introduce her to everyone, be her liaison until she becomes acclimated."

"Yes chief." A flummoxed but excited Jimmy Olson stood up and motioned for
Denise to follow him. He ushered his new fantasy girl into a small partitioned
cubicle with a window; one of the few. To keep himself from staring at her
prominent breasts Jimmy forced himself to focus his attention on her hat.

Her office was equipped with tan-colored room dividers, a modular desk with
drawers and an over-head filing cabinet, a computer, and a small ink-jet
printer.

"Denise." She turned towards Jimmy and smiled. For the first time he noticed
that her jet black hair was tinted with a purplish hue perfectly framing her
face which was even more beautiful up close. A stuttering less than
self-assured Jimmy Olsen pointed to a clothes hook affixed to the cubicle wall
and uttered words that he immediately regretted using words that caused him to
blush.

"Make yourself comfortable." He smiled. "Take your hat and jacket off."
Embarrassed by his unintentional double entendre Jimmy beat a hasty retreat
leaving Denise to, at least for the moment, fend for herself.

Jimmy rushed himself to the men's room, entered a stall, sat down on the
commode, placed his still blushing face in his hands repeating to himself what
it was he had said to her ... "take your hat and jacket off ... take your hat
and jacket off ...

"Jimmy, I'm not wearing a hat." He heard the voice of Jack Armstrong and the
laughter of two of his co-workers. "So, exactly what is it you want us to
jackoff?" They exited together still laughing.

"Hi there." Almost immediately an elderly reporter approached the new girl
with a veritable ton of hard-copy reports in his arms. "Can you make three
copies of each page and collate as appropriate." He started to leave but,
longing for another look, turned back around. "Thank you." He added.

"Oh boy." Grateful to have an excuse to explore her environs Denise headed for
and then burst into the copy room.

"I'm sorry." She stood tall. "Am I interrupting?" She had encountered a tall,
bespectacled, extremely well-built man who was genuinely respectful of her. He
hadn't stared at her boobs nor had he drooled over her nor had he uttered
anything sexist or stupid or inappropriate. No matter, that wasn't going to
help him any.

"Hi." Her smile was stupefying nearly paralyzing the guy. "I'm new here."
She'd found the one for whom she'd been searching. "I'm Denise." She smiled
seductively. "Damn. You're a big one."

By absorbing the memories of Supergirl she he had learned this man, Clark
Kent, was Superman." As was her want the five-foot-six-inch Denise shifted her
demeanor from that of a professional office worker to that of a sexy
schoolgirl manipulating his emotions with her irresistible feminine wiles.

"I bet you're a wild and crazy guy." She furtively closed the distance between
them sensing his nervousness.

"No mam, ah, I mean miss." Inexplicably Superman was being intimated by a
child, albeit a very hot well-built extraordinarily sexy one. The tongue-tied
Superhero offered her a completely nonsensical reply. "Most people refer to me
as being a mild-mannered reporter here at the Daily Planet."

"Well." Denise proudly and seductively puffed out her chest stretching her
loose-fitting blouse to its limits. "I'm not most people. I see more than
that, much more." She flicked out her right hand and filched his glasses from
his face.

"Great disguise." She laughed even as Superman adroitly retrieved his glasses.

"I see a very powerful, very sexually frustrated man pining away for his
recently deceased cousin, a man seeking sexual release, a release I can and
will provide him." She stepped forward again closing the distance between
them. "Am I right, Superman?"

"Who? What?" His skin was on fire tingling with desire. Superman felt the urge
to fly away from her before it was too late. "No. Please stop." He could feel
himself cringing before the girl. "I'm really not interested." He lied.

"Really." She snapped at him. "Not interested in this beautiful body."

"Well then, do you like big muscles on little girls?" Kal-El from Krypton
would be loath to admit it to anyone but he did, he really did. She proudly
rolled up her sleeve and popped a humungous 17" pulsating bicep enjoying the
look of astonishment crossing over his unbelieving face.

Hubris was controlling her now and Denise couldn't help herself, she couldn't
stop herself from showing off. Utilizing her shape-shifting abilities she
continued to flex her muscles. The two of them watched in amazement as her
biceps continued to expand towards the heavens approaching and then exceeding
24" of peaked grandeur; a size usually reserved for heavyweight body builders
or for Superman himself.

"Wow." He tried to muffle his 'better kept to himself' response. What he had
just seen was metaphysically impossible incomprehensible so Superman convinced
himself he had hallucinated the whole damn thing.

Denise Derik was crazed with an unsatiable hunger and desire for immediate
fulfillment and satisfaction. She continued to press forward forcing him
against the copier intent on taking him right then and there.

Her lightening fast hands cupped his face and without warning she kissed him
on the mouth. The teen vixen parted his lips using her tongue which she forced
into his mouth. She began to inhale drawing a part of him into her. His
resolve was being tested. He could feel his legs going limp while she could
feel unimaginable power surging through her veins.

For a brief moment the mild-mannered reporter was disoriented imagining a
diabolic shift in her visage, a fleeting image of a demon like winged creature
with muscles on top of muscles had appeared to him towering over him. The
hallucinations subsided quickly and Clark called upon his Kryptonian
superpowers managing to push the surprisingly stronger than strong girl away
from him.

Naturally he was concerned by what had just happened but not nearly as
concerned as he was relative to what was about to happen.

Inexplicably Denise ripped open her own blouse fully exposing one of her
generous breasts. She grabbed a hold of the Man of Steel by his collar and
with a strength seemingly equal to or even surpassing his own she forcibly
pulled his super-body against hers crashing through the copy room door.

Together they landed on the floor of the newsroom; he lying on top of her she
screaming for him to stop ... claiming she was being sexually accosted.

Over the years Superman had protected the Earth, his adopted home planet, from
the specter of countless natural disasters and threats. He had squared off
against and fought all manner of villains; space invaders (male and female
alike), terrorists, robots, enhanced human scofflaws, demon like creatures not
to mention an occasional Goddess or two.

However, he fully understood that there would be no fighting this. In the eyes
of everyone in the newsroom and by extension everyone in the world he was at
the very least guilty of sexual harassment and the even more reprehensible act
of a sexual physical assault on a very young woman.

Clark was facing a certain suspension from the newspaper if not his outright
dismissal; a HE never prevails in a ... 'he said she said' ... allegation
scenario so he realized he was toast, burnt toast.

Moreover, Clark would likely face criminal charges which would undoubtably
lead to a conviction and a likely prison sentence (should he allow it).

After a quick sit-down meeting with Perry White and the people from Human
Resources Clark Kent understood that there would be no recourse; he would be
immediately suspended with his dismissal surely to follow.

The humiliated Superhero left the building and stealthily flew home. He fought
back the tears welling up in his eyes knowing that his secret identity was
about to be compromised and his pristine reputation, which he valued above all
else, was about to be destroyed.

He needed to find out who she was. He needed to investigate the mysterious
girl's motive for wanting to tarnish his good name.

Tangentially Superman also needed to find out how and why this young woman
could be so alluring, so dam irresistible, and how the hell could she be
nearly as strong as he, maybe even stronger.

Thinking back, he came to the startling and scary realization that the girl,
whomever she was, had actually been overpowering him. What really concerned
him was the hallucinations he had experienced while he was with her.

Ever since his arrival on planet Earth Superman and been omnipotent his body
had been invulnerable, impenetrable, and impervious to physical pain. However,
mental decline was something else again and at the moment the Kryptonian
visitor was experiencing a deep clinical depression manifesting into a
persistent feeling of extreme sadness and a loss of interest in his everyday
activities. He was plummeting down the proverbial rabbit hole without a safety
net.

Clark had no reason to resist the personal ennui that was consuming his
resolve. Consequently, he opted for bed immediately surrendering himself into
the inviting arms of Morpheus, the Greek God of dreams. Clark slept fitfully
haunted by the overwhelming aura of the female apparition calling herself
Denise.

She had somehow infiltrated his dreams flaunting her remarkable body for his
pleasure enticing him to succumb to her wanton carnal cravings. She grabbed
his wrist and forced him down on his back. The powerful teen flaunted her
overpower strength and more than impressive biceps as she held him in place
enjoying his feeble attempts to escape from her clutches.

She lasciviously rubbed her perfect breasts and the rest of her hot naked self
against his quivering body until his pulsating erection erupted spilling
copious amounts of seamen into his tidy withies like some teenaged boy on his
prom night.

Superman's eyes shot wide open and he awoke with a start shaking with fear. He
was soaking wet bathed in his own fetid sweat swathed in his own odiferous
smelling urine and ejaculate not to mention the excrement that filled up and
smeared his lily white Under Armour shorts. He retreated to his bathroom;
using his heat vision to incinerate all of his clothing. The distraught and
embarrassed Man of Steal showered in scolding hot water for more than ten
minutes all the while contemplating but dreading an absolute imperative for
him; a visit to the home of the mysterious female.

He was obsessively drawn to her. His only thoughts were of her. Her beauty was
irresistible and her strength unfathomable. He knew not how but he had somehow
located her home and sheepishly rang the bell to her top floor apartment.
Since he had flown over the city to her home, he had opted to wear his
Superman outfit.

When her door opened, he foolishly assumed he was prepared for her. He was
relatively confident ready to confront the mystifying enigmatic female intent
on putting her in her place until he wasn't.

Her face was even more beautiful up close, her violet-colored eyes seemed to
be swimming in a sea of green liquid. She was wearing nothing but a long blue
colored clinging man's short-sleeved shirt which showed off her well-tanned
shapely legs as well as her massive biceps and her bouncing untethered
boobies. The Man of Steel could feel an erection straining against his tights
demanding to be unleashed.

Superman was completely distracted by the entire package she was presenting to
him. Before he could think of what to do Denise had already clutched his face
and with surprising strength effortlessly pulled him towards her.

She began to kiss the startled helpless to resist Kryptonian on his mouth
again parting his lips with her probing tongue. He felt himself somehow being
diminished. Even though he had started out nearly a foot taller than she he
now felt puny in her presence. Superman attempted to extricate himself from
her overpowering sexual embrace but he had neither the strength nor the desire
to do anything of the sort. Instead, he acquiesced to her feminine charms
enjoying the greatest carnal experience of his heretofore blessed life.

After five full minutes of sensual 'French kissing' Denise began to inhale and
suck the essence from the weakening superhero. The Strongest man on the planet
began to feel faint; he felt disoriented unsteady on his feet as his body
began to inexplicably deteriorate and his body mass lost all muscular
definition. His equilibrium deserted him as well consequently he fell
helplessly to the floor.

The woman-child lifted him high over her head with but one hand the very
epitome of complete domination. She slammed him face first to the floor before
helping the teetering man to his feet. His nose was bleeding profusely and she
exalted in seeing the pool of blood forming on her carpet. She disengaged from
the completely sated Superman allowing him to again drop to the floor as she
roared out a deafening roar of absolute triumph.

"Game over, Superman. Game fucking over." She rose to her full height,
discarded her shirt flaunting her perfect breasts while effecting a startling
double-bicep pose revealing her now even larger pulsating peaked biceps.

Superman, the self-appointed Protector of the Planet, lay inert of his back
staring up in wonderment at the all-powerful smirking female who had just
embarrassed, overpowered, and defeated him essentially with just the power of
her overwhelming kiss as well as some pretty damn big lady muscles.

In order to further intimidate Super Twit, Denise arrogantly showed off her
exquisite expanding 42" DD-breasts while audaciously flaunting her emerging
still expanding nearly 30" biceps. She spread her arms apart and inexplicably
began to sprout wings; not angel-like wings but rather wings more in keeping
with those associated with Demons.

In the mind of the Helena (aka Denise) one of the most feared Succubus now
living in Metropolis there was nothing sexier than a scantily clad
outrageously proportioned female bat-winged demon. So, that was the image she
was presenting to her cowering plaything.

The distressed Man of Squeal had curled himself up into the fetal position
looking much like a discarded shriveled up cocktail weenie. Seeing the image
of a winged female demon unsettled his mind and he wrongly assumed he was
hallucinating again.

"Hi Helena." Kiki pointed to the disheveled rolled-up blue and red superman
suit in the far corner of the room quickly turning her attention to the big
hunk of a guy rolled up in the other corner. "It that really him?"

"Yeppers." Helena smiled at her roommate and new friend. "That be he!"

Helena (aka Denise) had originally been the name bestowed upon her in another
realm, another reality; a name she was appropriating once again. The powerful
demon had escaped from a gloomy, frighteningly dark and foreboding generally
untenable land populated by an ancient clan of succubus warriors. The
300-year-old she-devil was intent on being accepted on Earth as a functioning
19-year-old entity, an ominous and dangerous entity with catastrophic designs
on the world.

"Can I play with him?" Asked Kiki Evans her waif like roommate. Kiki tingled
at the sight of his gigantic engorged penis which was pointing straight up at
the ceiling.

"Sure, you can. Superman is now and forever will be as weak as a kitten."
Helena condescendingly patted him on his head. "And that would be giving short
shrift to the kitten." Helena laughed a wicked giggle.

When Superman overheard the all-powerful demon's words: 'Weak as kitten ...
Now and forever' he threw up in his mouth contemplating the remainder of his
miserable life.

"I'm heading out for a couple of hours. I'll be bringing a friend home." "In
the meantime, have fun with him. He will be completely helpless to resist you
but don't hurt him; that's my job."

The two roommates had come together under the most unusual of circumstances.
Kiki had been living on the streets of Metropolis for weeks, hungry and
homeless. She'd been hanging out near a newly renovated warehouse structure
when she witnessed the arrival of a collection of the most eclectic set of
characters imaginal.

Kiki concealed herself from view and watched intently as numerous chauffer
driven luxury cars, SUV's, Ubers, and cabs arrived together depositing mostly
conservatively well-dressed pretty party people at the entrance of the
building which they quickly entered.

Next came (I kid you not) several horse-drawn Victorian age carriages dropping
off properly dressed clearly high-born ladies one more beautiful than the
next. These renaissance-like women, in keeping with the fashion of the day,
were all haughtily displaying impressive decolletage. The ladies' body-hugging
tight-fitting corsets and their push-up bras enhanced and emphasized the deep
cleavage look they all desired.

Arriving in a yellow school bus was a different class of beautiful sexy
females also displaying abundant cleavage. These modern-day hookers and
prostitutes were all wearing booty shorts, halter tops, and 'fuck me' pumps.

Finally, a large contingent of long messy scraggily haired muscular unkempt
leather clad motor-cycle guys and their tough looking girlfriends raced into
the building ready to party. They were followed by foppishly dressed
effeminate looking men all with fang like teeth.

Kiki was imagining a gathering conclave of modern-day werewolves and vampires
but for what purpose. Were these mortal enemies preparing to fight one
another; a party seemed unlikely.

An extremely nervous but intrigued Kiki Evans found a fire-escape and scaled
the side of the building ensconcing herself on a ledge peering through a top
floor window anxious to see whatever there was for her to see. What there was
for her to see was an expansive arena encircled by stadium like luxury suites
and make shift bleachers encircling what appeared to be a Thunderdome like
wire-caged fighting venue.

A huge overly muscled seven-foot giant of a man waived to his fawning
subjects. He sat upon an enormous kingly throne as he had for the past
twenty-eight years, nearly a tenth of his life. A disembodied voice rang out
throughout the warehouse over a loudspeaker reminding everyone that they were
all there to fete Marcus Strong Bred and once again anoint the all-powerful
incubus as the leader of the clan for his eighth consecutive four-year term.
The voice laughingly asked the congregation if any of his loyal subjects
wanted to challenge him for the throne.

"Yes. Here I am. Hi." An unbelievably beautiful five-foot-six-inch well-built
female coquettishly stepped forward and snubbed her nose at the giant man.
"I'm new here but I can already tell it's well past time for new leadership."

"Who the hell might you be." An arrogant Marcus Strong Bred stood tall and
moved nearer to the tiny upstart female.

"Me?" She flexed her biceps which were half the size of his. "I'm your worst
nightmare, shithead."

The crowd gasped at the audacity of the unknown female. Catcalls ensued
cascading down on a smiling Helena who seemed to be unaffected by nor
concerned with the vitriolic barbs which for the most part were too
inappropriate and too vile to repeat.

Helena could feel the immense power that had once belonged to Supergirl
surging through her veins flowing through her metamorphosing body; she
couldn't wait to demonstrate that awesome power.

Marcus menacingly closed the distance between the two of them. He quicky
stretched out his powerful hands attempting to grasp the arrogant female by
her pretty neck. However, calling upon her super speed Helena had twisted away
from his grip and head butted the shocked leader of the pack sending him
reeling backwards on his heels.

She quickly followed up by grabbing the giant by his neck and shoulders and
smoothly tossed the seven-foot incubus across the ring bouncing him off the
inside of the cage. Shocked by how easily the lithe female had sidestepped and
thrown him Marcus foolishly rushed at her again.

He spun on his heels and literally flew at her. Using a perfectly executed
Jujitsu hip throw she again sent Marcus crashing into the wall of the cage.
This time she quickly pounced on him, grasped the head of Marcus Strong Bred
in her powerful hands, effected a vice like grip, and violently twisted his
head in the process wrenching his neck severing his spine at the very least
paralyzing the man for life.

Not satisfied with her awesome display of power and strength she snatched hold
of his head with her strong hands and began to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
some more until his head exploded like a watermelon at a Gallagher concert.
She pursed her lips and with a theatrical flourish and feigned kissing the man
goodbye.

The astonished assemblage roared (some with joy some from distress) as Marcus
dropped like a headless felled oak tree. Helena rose to her full height and
roared out a roar of absolute dominance and triumph.

She spread her muscular arms apart and lifted her eyes upwards towards the
heavens as she unfurled her demon wings for one and all to see and that's when
Helena spotted a tiny female face peering through a top floor window.

Helena leaped into the air landing near the window but by then the female
intruder was scurrying down the fire escape on her way to the pavement below.
Helena jumped from the top floor slowly floating herself down to the ground a
mere ten yards behind the fleeing girl.

"Okay, you win. Do what you will with me but please make it quick." The
fleeing girl had immediately recognized the futility of running away from
whatever or whomever it was that was chasing her. So, she simply turned on her
heels and defiantly stuck out her tongue.

"Little girl." Helena was smiling a genuine smile. "You do realize I don't
need your permission."

"I do." Kiki bent her knee genuflecting displaying adoration. "Are you a
Goddess?"

"No ... No ... No." She laughed at the very thought. "In fact, I'm just the
opposite, dear. I am a demon."

"Oh! Good for you." Kiki stood up and saluted. "Either way, I need a job."

"A job?" Helena had not been expecting that response. She had expected the
girl to beg for her life. "What is it you think you can do for me?"

"Well, I can drive you places, I can cook for you, I can clean for you, and I
will worship the very ground you walk upon."

"Interesting. How much should I pay you?"

"Nothing ... Just a place to sleep and maybe some food and some clothes and if
you can spare some walking around money I wouldn't refuse"

Helena was amused by the skinny little girl's chutzpah and that my friends was
the start of a beautiful friendship.

"Hi big guy." Kiki unashamedly stripped off her clothes revealing her rail
thin body and her barely A-cup breasts. She flounced herself across the room
alighting aside the nearly comatose Superman who was literally unable to move
a muscle. He felt akin the world's largest paperweight, useless as tits on the
Pope's pet snake.

Superman, the universally accepted strongest most powerful man in the world
was filled with angst. His anguish visible to the approaching vixen like waif.
He knew not WHAT was coming coming next but he knew WHO would likely be
'Cuming' next.

When the moaning Man of Squeal managed to emit a pathetic low volume scream of
terror she stopped him by sitting on his head rubbing her full black bush in
his face. Superman was well beyond disgrace and humiliation. The
faux-superhero was being overpowered by a one-hundred-ten-pound ragamuffin of
a girl. He openly wept understanding that this was likely to be a permanent
condition for the once protector of the planet.

Superman was about to disappear from the face of the Earth as was Clark Kent
lending credence to the beliefs of many that Kent and Superman were the same
person. Excited internet conspiracy theorists were ecstatic as they posted
photos of the two of them side by side. Facial recognition software was
confirming their hypothesis.

With her tiny righthand Kiki clasped onto the base of his massive erect
Kyptonian cock. With her left she clutched the middle portion of his dick
amazed by how much of his shaft was still uncovered by her hands.

"Relax." She tweaked her own nipples. "This will be hell-a-fun for you." She
tweaked his nipples. "I promise."

She starred into his fearful tearing big blue-eyes and winked at him before
mounting his massive Kryptonian cock. The walls of her vagina engulfed the
entire length and girth of his manhood. She squeezed and rocked, rocked and
squeezed until she achieved the most powerful orgasm of her life.

She disengaged and began to tenderly knead and massage and jerk on his
rock-hard veiny member. Kiki had pleasured enough men in her lifetime to know
when a guy was ready to blow his wad so the little scamp squeezed his joy
stick just hard enough to restrict and delay the man's pleasure moment.

Kiki bent herself forward and took Superman's raging cock into her mouth
successfully deep throating the entirety of his wonderous manhood. Even though
the Man of Steel was essentially paralyzed his cock responded to her tender
touch. He could feel a tidal wave of his semen escaping seeking a climax.

Just as he was about to explode Kiki pulled away and gleeful watched as the
bellowing man spewed forth copious amounts of his super-sperm high into the
air eventually splashing down and splattering on his clean-shaven chest.

"Please. Help me." From a prone position Superman looked up at Kiki and begged
the girl for he not what.

While awaiting the return of Helena, Kiki repeated the same 'love making'
exercise two more times until Superman could no longer maintain or even manage
another erection. Fully sated Kiki bathed herself in the afterglow of the
greatest sexual experience of her lie.

She contented herself with sipping on a lite-beer, munching on hot wings,
celery sticks, and ranch dressing while watching a rerun of ... 'Hush' ...
Kiki's favorite Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode. Every once in a while, as if
he were an animal, she would feed Superman a boneless wing which he gratefully
accepted. Had he had a tail to wag he no doubt would have.

Helena burst through the door with an unconscious female draped over her broad
shoulders like an oversized ascot. She deposited the less than healthy looking
darkhaired woman on the carpet, placed her foot in the middle of the female's
substantial chest and as was her desire she roared out a triumphant roar.

"Who the hell is that?" Kiki asked.

"That my friend is Diana Prince also known as Wonder Woman." Helena spread her
arms apart, unfurled her demon wings, and laughed as only a true demon could.

"It was so easy. I wrangled a one-on-one appointment with her in her office at
the Federal Building. I immediately overpowered her as we were shaking hands.
I squeezed so hard she nearly passed out from the pain. I took that
opportunity to suck the bejesus out of her transferring much of her strength
and power and beauty and even her memories directly to little old me."

"She was delicious." Helena took a moment to view her now even more stunning
self in the mirror uttering but one word. "Nice.

"Damn girl." Kiki was impressed and said so. "I'm impressed." She patted
Superman on top of his head feeding him another wing and a stalk of celery.
"Wow. I guess that makes you the strongest most powerful most beautiful being
on the Planet."

"More like the galaxy." Helena was filled with well earned hubris. "Maybe even
the whole fucking Universe."

"Who will be next?" Kiki was genuinely curious.

"Well." Helena mulled that thought around in her pretty head for a moment.
"I've learned the secret location of Paradise Island, the home of the Amazons
... that could be a fun exercise for me."

"Those Amazons are really something else, aren't they?" Kiki pointed to the
still unconscious Wonder Woman. "Look at her body. You thoroughly drained the
woman and yet she still has much bigger boobs than me."

"Kiki, dear. Does that other bother you?"

"Yes - of course." She cupped her almost nonexistent breasts together unable
to even approximate cleavage. "All my life I have wanted big boobs."

"I can fix that."

Without uttering another word Helena pulled Kiki close and began to kiss her
friend but rather than inhaling and draining her the demon exhaled a couple of
quick bursts into her mouth sending forth a tiny bit of her demon essence.
Helena stepped away from Kiki and watched closely as the realization of her
new body sunk in.

Kiki was delighted cupping her own breasts which were now a full 36" C-Cup
straining against her top. She ran to the mirror, ripped off her shirt, and
admired her new and improved curvy self. The more Kiki fondled her full
breasts and tweaked her erect nipples the more excited she became relishing
the onset of an orgasmic tidal wave building within her; her climax was well
beyond simply overwhelming sending her to her knees experiencing blissful
pleasure approaching nirvana.

"Thank you - thank you - thank you." Kiki was on her knees at the feet of
Helena who actually looked a little embarrassed by the outpouring of genuine
emotion and gratitude being heaped upon her; a new experience for a demon.

"Tomorrow - the steps of City Hall - at noon."

"Really?"

"Yeppers." Helena explained that she had forced Superman to contact the mayor
and demand that she arrange a public press conference at City Hall.

"Everyone who is anyone will be there or watching on the web or TV." Helena
explained further how she would introduce herself to a world-wide television
audience, showoff just a little bit, maybe flex her muscles, and then announce
to the citizens of earth that there was a new sheriff in town."

"Can I come with?"

"Of course you can. In fact, I have a job for you." Helena verbally tweaked
her friend a bit. "By the way 'cum' is all you seem to be doing these days."

It was still well before noon and already City Hall was inundated with a
plethora of politicians, members of the media, and thousands upon thousands of
curious city folk. Everyone gasped collectively as they caught sight of the
most gorgeous scantily clad, nearly naked, muscular bicep-blessed female
arrogantly approaching the dais.

She turned to the crowd and flexed her mighty biceps until they approached
thirty full inches of peaked perfection impressing the stunned assemblage well
beyond their ability to assimilate; any bigger and Helena felt she would have
scared the shit out of them all

The already incredulous crowd gasped again some more at the sight of a
smallish but quite busty female leading the tethered crawling emaciated
looking duo of Superman and Wonder Woman around on leashes meant for dogs.

Intent on displaying her undeniable dominance over the Earth's protectors and
superheroes Helena grabbed each of them by their respective crotches, lifted
both Superman and Wonder Woman high over her head, irreverently banging their
bodies together before she began to juggle the two of them.

Intent on shocking the assemblage Helena, while holding Wonder Woman aloft in
her left hand, threw Superman high in the air catching the 'strongest man in
the world' in her right hand as he succumbed to gravity.

The muscular female began to flip Wonder Woman from her left hand to her right
hand while flinging Superman in the air. She tossed them from one hand to the
other as if they were rag-dolls exhibiting the ultimate display of power and
superhuman strength; the very personification of disrespect.

"Ladies and germs." A very cocky self-absorbed Kiki Evans had stepped to the
dais. Grabbing the microphone she began to introduce her roommate. "I am here
to introduce all of you and the world to Helena Bedd with two D's." She
giggled to herself enjoying her own little joke.

"In a moment Helena will reveal her future plans for Earth and her benevolent
stewardship. Helena genuinely hopes and expects that there will be no
resistance. She has demonstrated her complete overwhelming dominance over
Superman, Wonder Woman, and just last week over the late great Supergirl."

The crowd gasped, moaned, and booed as they had come to realize that this
female abomination was responsible for the death of the beloved Kara from
Krypton. The perplexed and fearful members of the awe-struck, angry, and
stunned crowd were all anxiously awaiting the impending words from the
mysterious female ...

However, they would all have to wait just a bit longer; Helena needed to take
a wicked piss.

To be continued ...

Superman ... Never Kiss a Succubus ... 6,500 words (mostly different)