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Girls' Night Out	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 25035 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Girl’s Night Out

Chapter 15: Punishment

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Still weak from the effects of being bound with kryptonite rope for so long, Superman struggled to keep his grip on Lasso Girl. But he was determined to end this ordeal and bring the villainess to justice once and for all.

Lasso Girl immediately noticed he was barely able to hold on to her. If she could just get free there was still a chance to turn things around.

“Having some trouble there, Superman?” she taunted. “Why don’t you just give up now? You know I always win.”

“Not this time!” he said defiantly. “You…are not getting…away from me.”

Lasso Girl smiled evilly. “Is that so?”

She ceased struggling, bent slightly forward, and began sensually sliding her ass back and forth against his crotch. Through the thin material of his costume, she could feel his cock harden almost immediately.

Superman gritted his teeth, trying hard to resist as her tight behind rubbed up against his manhood. “That’s…ungh…not going to work.”

“Oh but it already is.” Lasso Girl could feel Superman’s hold starting to loosen bit by bit.

His muscular arms were getting tired and straining more and more. Next, Lasso Girl lightly and repeatedly thumped her ass against his rock hard erection, keeping a steady rhythm.

“Ready to give in yet?” she asked.

“N-never!”

Eventually though, his biceps started shaking from the sheer effort and he could no longer keep his hands locked together. Not to mention the fact that her actions had made it all but impossible to concentrate in the first place.

With his hold effectively broken, Lasso Girl drove her elbow back into his rippled abs. It wasn’t a particularly hard hit but it was enough for her to wriggle free. The sexy villainess sprinted away down the hall.

“Come and get me, Superman!” she dared. “I thought you were going to ‘end this once and for all’ ”.

“Go and get her. I’ve got this one taken care of,” Batman said. “Just be careful.”

Superman nodded in agreement and took off after her. He could’ve kicked himself right about now- he had her and then let her slip right through his fingers.

“Damn!” he said with frustration.

Superman had completely lost sight of Lasso Girl down the long, winding hall. He knew he couldn’t be too far behind but there were so many rooms to hide in. The Man of Steel stopped briefly to catch his breath when he heard a noise in one of the rooms up ahead. Not wanting to waste any time, he raced into the doorway.

The room was pitch black. Superman fumbled for the light switch and turned it on. It looked like some kind of large storage room, with rows and rows of tall shelves, but there was no sign of Lasso Girl.

“Give it up. There’s no use hiding anymore,” he said aloud, standing a few feet into the doorway.

A deafening silence answered him. I could’ve sworn she was in here, he thought. Perplexed by this turn of events, Superman noticed too late as a lasso looped around his neck from above.

“No!” he managed to shout as it tightened around his throat.

“Oh yes,” Lasso Girl jumped down from her hiding place with a clever grin. “So close, but once again, no cigar. This is just too easy.”

With Superman unable to remove the kryptonite rope and weakening by the second, Lasso Girl delivered a swift kick to his chest. She watched as he slowly sank to the ground.

“I have to go help Lace now, but don’t you worry. I’ll be back soon and I have something special planned for you.” She placed her boot against the side of his head and roughly pushed him over. “You’re going to wish you never tried to escape again.”

The Dark Knight forced Lace back into the room where he had been imprisoned. He wasn’t going to take any chances with her as he could still feel the lingering effects of being drugged. He would use the same chains to restrain her until they had caught Lasso Girl. But as he reached down to grab one Lace threw her head back, effectively colliding with Batman’s face. He yelped in pain, clutching his face, and dropped the villainess in the process.

“You’ve just made a huge mistake, Batman.” Lace whirled around, catching him with a high arcing kick to the jaw. He stumbled back and fell to one knee.

“You and Superman should have escaped while you had the chance,” she grinned, deliberately measuring the Dark Knight for a knockout blow.

She was right, thought Batman groggily. Normally he could’ve taken them both without breaking a sweat, but with both he and Superman in less than optimal condition this had suddenly become quite dangerous. Still, he wasn’t about to give up.

The raven haired beauty pivoted on her left foot and sent her right rushing toward his head. Batman caught her leg inches before it would’ve connected and twisted.

Lace fell to the floor. The Dark Knight speedily set upon her and raised his fist, ready to take the villainess out.

“Hey, Bats!” shouted Lasso Girl from behind.

Batman turned his head only to be on the receiving end of a sharp kick to the back of his neck that sent him reeling. He rolled around on the ground in pain.

“Oh, you are going to be so sorry you laid your filthy hands on me,” warned Lace.

She dragged him over to a metal support post and hastily cuffed his hands to it. With Batman still lying on the floor, both women began raining down several blows.

“Alright, I think he has had enough,” Lasso Girl finally said. “We have to take care of our other guest now.”

“Fine with me,” replied Lace, getting in one last kick to Batman’s ribs. He recoiled, holding his aching sides.

Superman desperately crawled out of the storage room and into the hall. He absolutely had to find a way out and escape. However with the kryptonite lasso still around his neck he was losing strength by the second. He managed to maneuver a fair distance before spotting a door. It was quite a ways away, but he was fairly certain it was the way out.

About half way there, he started gasping for breath- partly because the rope was so tight but mostly because of what was weaved into its fibers. Inch by inch he fought his way closer and closer to freedom. His world famous iron will had not been broken and remained strong.

It was then that he became aware of something blocking his way. First he saw a shadow, and then two very familiar pairs of high-heeled boots. Since he had been keeping his head down he had failed to notice that Lasso Girl and Lace had been waiting for him near the end of the hall for quite some time.

“Going somewhere?” asked a very amused Lasso Girl. “A slave needs to ask permission to do that. And that’s exactly what you are and always will be- our slave.”

“I will…n-never be your…slave,” Superman breathed heavily.

The two gorgeous women looked at each other and laughed loudly.

“Oh okay then,” Lasso Girl sarcastically rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, big blue, but there is something that needs to be addressed.”

“Yes,” agreed Lace. “You’ve been a very naughty boy and now you have to be punished accordingly.”

The dark haired vixen picked up the loose end of the lasso that had been dragging behind the Man of Steel and began pulling him back the opposite way. Lace used it as a leash and forcibly guided Superman back to the room where Batman was being held. At first he tried to fight against it, but he found it was no use. This petite woman, who was about half his size, if even that, was now stronger than him.

“Come on, doggie, this way” she teased. “Follow your master like a good, obedient pet.”

Superman was completely humiliated and disgusted with himself. He had been so close. Now these women that he hated more than anything were leading him around on a leash like an animal. He had no choice but to follow them, crawling on his hands and knees.

When they finally reached their destination, Lasso Girl removed the rope and tossed it aside. Superman breathed a huge sigh of relief, grateful to be rid of the accursed thing. But his relief turned to dread as he watched the two women reaching their hands inside a suitcase sized metal box. It wasn’t just any old metal container though, it was made of lead. After a few moments, Lace closed the lid with a huge smirk on her face.

“Now then,” said Lasso Girl in a very stern tone. “You will receive your punishment for attempting to escape. Get up and face us, slave.”

The Man of Steel did as he was told. He was still awkward on his feet but with the lasso gone he had already started to feel better.

Lace sauntered up to him, giving a playful look before tugging his red underoos down just enough to expose his cock.

Superman began wondering what sort of sadistic thing they had planned for him when he spotted a metal construction rod lying in the corner of the room against a wall. It was less than six feet away. If he could grab it before they realized what was happening, he might be able to force his way out- and he would use it if necessary.

“Okay now put your hands behind y—”

Superman saw his opening and seized it, not waiting for Lasso Girl to finish her sentence. He moved as fast as he possibly could, making a break for the weapon- only Lace was faster. He saw her arm shoot out, striking like a cobra, and felt her hand wrap around his cock. Immediately he stopped dead in his tracks and felt a jolt through his entire body- a jolt of weakness.

“And you’re going where?” questioned Lace, slowly beginning to stroke his manhood.

“Ughh…w-what are you doing to me?” he asked, feeling light headed all of the sudden.

Lasso Girl calmly made her way over. “You haven’t figured it out yet? Doesn’t this feel, oh I don’t know, familiar?”

She was right. Superman had experienced this before when Supergirl had first turned on him. He looked down with panic at Lace’s hand and confirmed his fears. There was a distinct residue on her delicate fingers as well as the palms. It glowed ever so faintly. It was, of course, powdered kryptonite. Lasso Girl had it on as well.

Superman tried to wrench the villainess’ hand off, but with only a few deft strokes he felt an oncoming wave of weakness washing over him again.

“What’s wrong?” Lace smiled, continuing to grip his rod in her soft palm. “I thought you wanted me to stop. Yet I don’t see you trying to stop me.”

“Of course not,” Lasso Girl chimed in. “He enjoys being defeated by us. Remember?”

Suddenly Lace stopped what she was doing, backed up, and kicked Superman square in the stomach. He made a “oof” sound as the air rushed out of him.

“You didn’t think you were going to get away that easily did you?” she asked. “A kryptonite hand job isn’t any punishment at all.”

Lasso Girl picked up where her cohort had left off and took hold of his thick cock, stroking it up and down. With the diabolical villainess skillfully running her fingers up and down his shaft, and keeping him weak via the kryptonite, he was completely helpless to defend himself. Lace giggled as she fired off another kick, this time hitting the “S” on Superman’s chest resulting in a dull ‘thud’.

“My turn,” Lasso Girl said eagerly.

The dastardly duo switched off, and with Lace tenderly stroking and squeezing his cock, Lasso Girl roundhouse kicked him in the ribs. They quickly set into a steady rhythm, with one woman hand jobbing his strength away and the other dealing a quick blow or two before changing positions. Superman was caught in a prison of pleasure and pain that he was powerless to stop. Stroke, kick, stroke, kick on and on it went. The two wicked beauties laughed and giggled the whole time, utterly enjoying each second.

After what seemed like an eternity, Superman fell hard to his hands and knees. He was barely able to support himself even on all fours.

“Get up, slave!” commanded Lasso Girl. “Your punishment isn’t over!”

Superman couldn’t get up even if he had wanted to. Instead, Lace hooked an arm under each of his and propped him upright.

Lasso Girl looked him coldly in the eyes. “Now for the grand finale. Hmm…what should it be?” she pondered. “Wait, I’ve got it!”

She removed her boots and promptly spread the powdered kryptonite from her hands all over her bare right foot. Next she stuck her leg out and started rubbing the top of her smooth foot against the sensitive underside of Superman’s cock. It responded at once, becoming rigid and standing at attention. Lasso Girl then wiggled her nicely pedicured toes beneath it, watching while Superman moaned with contentment despite himself.

“Sooo weak and sooo pathetic,” she sighed. “You know that big cock of yours really is a huge weakness,” she taunted. “It allows us to completely control you and it’s already betrayed you twice today.”

The villainess backed up a couple of steps, properly measuring the distance between them.

“You’ll really like this one,” she smiled evilly. “A nice kryptonite ball bust.”

And with that she stepped forward and planted her foot into Superman’s balls- hard. There was a loud “SMACK” sound as she made direct contact. Lasso Girl grinned at the satisfying feeling of her bare toes colliding with his testicles. The Man of Steel remained standing, momentarily frozen, with his mouth agape- only no sound came out. He felt the shockwave of numbing pain shoot through his entire body and settle in the pit of his stomach. The kick alone had been torturous enough, but the extra touch of kryptonite made it absolutely excruciating.

It took several seconds for a high, broken whimper to finally escape his lips before Lace allowed him to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. He lay there groaning while both women watched with total apathy. Lace started to tie him up again but Lasso Girl stopped her.

“Wait, I’m not done with him yet,” she said scornfully, her hands resting on her hips. “I want him to regain some of his strength first. And when he does, I’m going to order him to stand up on his own, right in front of me, so I can kick him in the balls about a half dozen more times. That way he won’t even think about trying to escape ever again.”

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End of Chapter 15

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