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Girls' Night Out --(Part 2)	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 29222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Girls’ Night Out- Part 2 Chapter 18: The Games Begin… Written and Edited by R.S. ****************************
Author’s Note: For anyone interested, here’s a good picture of Supergirl in her old costume that I found. It’s by the great Ed Benes. http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k192/tensor1/u_supergirl_pensketch_by_edbenes_su.jpg ****************************
Batman waited for the inevitable panic to spread across their faces like wildfire. Panic made people careless and that would provide him the perfect opportunity to escape. He stared unflinchingly into Lace’s eyes trying to catch the first glimpse of desperation. It never came. Instead Lace threw her head back, her melodious laughter echoing harshly in Batman’s ears. “We both know that isn’t true. The Justice League isn’t coming back from their mission for at least another few days. And then after that we can dispatch with at our leisure. Besides, by the time they do return, we’ll have broken you and Superman down into compliant little pets.” The raven haired beauty grinned at the bewildered look on the Dark Knight’s face. She could see it plain as day. How could she have possibly known that? He had played it perfectly. No one would’ve been able to call his bluff. “You see it pays to have a certain former Leaguer on our side in more ways than one,” she answered confidently. “There won’t be any miraculous, last minute escapes this time.” Of course. How could he have forgotten that anything he knew about the League’s activities, Supergirl would know as well. “Now since that little matter has been settled, we’re going to play one of our favorite games with you, Bats.” She leaned over and began stretching the calf and thigh muscles on her lovely legs. “It’s something we have come to affectionately call “Hard Ball.” “Oooh, I absolutely love this game,” Celeste chimed in. “I’ve been waiting to play it against a superhero that wasn’t a brain washed zombie.” The magical restraints generated from Celeste’s pendant not only bound Batman’s wrists behind his back but were now also anchoring him firmly in place. He couldn’t move much less try to fight back. He strained to make his fingers cooperate to allow him to reach a compartment on his utility belt but to no avail. The two sultry villainesses took up position on either side of him, sadistic looks on their gorgeous faces. “Get him into position, Celeste.” The beautiful sorceress nodded. “Certainly.” With a wave of her hand, the Dark Knight’s legs began involuntarily spreading apart, stopping just wider than shoulder length. Grabbing a handful of his tights, Lace yanked them down to his ankles in one swift motion. “Now I’ll start us off,” she declared happily. Batman shut his eyes in anticipation of whatever horrible torment they had planned. He had been subjected to their “games” the last time he had been their prisoner. However he quickly opened them again when he felt the gentle touch of Lace’s fingers on his manhood. Instead of being painful if was just the opposite. Her hand closed around his shaft, slowly and tenderly stroking his sensitive flesh. “See, that’s not so bad now is it, Batman?” she asked calmly. “It feels good doesn’t it?” He couldn’t deny it. Though he would’ve fought them off had he been able, he couldn’t help enjoying her methodic stroking. Her skillful fingers were working him into a frenzy. After about a minute she had him standing fully erect, though she kept on working his cock with her hand. A contented sigh escaped his lips despite himself. He could feel his balls begin to tighten. His eyelids closed once again as he finally relaxed his body. As long as he was helpless and at their mercy he could at least try to enjoy this a bit. It was definitely better than the beating that came before. Lace’s lips curled upward as she monitored the Dark Knight’s response. She then turned to Celeste and winked. “Now!” she shouted. Before Batman could fully snap out of his semi peaceful state, Celeste drove her knee into his balls like a battering ram. He let out a high pitched keening whine as the intense pain radiated out from the pit of his stomach to the rest of his body. He wanted to curl up in the fetal position on the floor but the glowing magical restraints kept him cruelly upright, not even allowing him to grab his throbbing manhood. “Look at the stupid expression on his face!” laughed Celeste. “Oh, if only I could take a picture of it!” Lace held her sides as she giggled loudly. “I know. He is so stupid and pitiful. This is even more fun than I thought.” “My turn, my turn!” Celeste announced. Through bleary eyes Batman could only observe as they switched positions. This time the teenaged sorceress grabbed a hold of his now flaccid cock. “I can’t wait to make him hard again.” Even through the pain his dick responded to her touch. Her hand wasn’t as experienced as Lace’s but it was still pleasurable enough. The quicker pace of her pumping was a nice contrast to the other woman’s style. “Oh, are you little balls a bit sore?” she asked with mock concern. Batman groaned as she began massaging his aching testicles in her other hand. She gently cupped them as she began rolling them around in her palm. That combined with her steady stroking began to make the pain dissipate somewhat. After a few minutes his cock was hard once again. “Well, now that he’s hard, it’s time for the kick!” said Lace. “W-wait don’t…” Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Lace drew her leg back then gleefully drove it upward between his legs. With his dick standing up and out of the away she had a clear shot. The sharp toe of her boot made direct contact with his balls causing a howling scream to emanate around the room. Both women laughed cruelly as they quickly switched positions. “It’s my turn again,” smiled Lace as she grabbed his shaft. ****************************** Superman stumbled forward and dropped to one knee as Lasso Girl recalled the red sun lasso that had been binding and holding him in place. He stayed there for a moment trying to catch his breath and gather what was left of his strength. As he slowly rose from the floor, on wobbly legs, he caught sight of Kara’s black knee high boots. His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, as they leisurely trailed upward to her nicely tanned, smooth thighs…then to her ultra short black miniskirt…followed by her toned, flat belly…her pert, round breasts poking up beneath the silver “S”. By the time they landed on her face he was more than a little turned on. No, he shook his head in frustration. This wasn’t right. How could he even think such a thing at a time like this? “You have to help us, Kara” he pleaded in earnest. “You have got to snap out of it. We have to get Lois and the rest of our friends out of here. If we don’t make a move now we don’t stand…” He paused. She didn’t seem to be hearing a word he was saying. The girl wasn’t even looking him in the eye. Out of sheer frustration and desperation he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders in an attempt to shake her out of this evil trance. “Are you even listening to me?! I know you’re still in there somewhere, Kara. Snap out of it for god’s sake and help me!” “It’s so big,” she whispered. “I’d almost forgotten how big it was.” The Man of Steel finally realized why her eyes had been avoiding his. Kara had been staring fixatedly on his erect cock the whole time. The very thought of his female protégé gawking at his half naked body brought a rush of embarrassment and shame flooding over him. He wanted to cover himself and fly back to the Fortress at light speed though that was impossible now. But there was also another feeling among those that he dare not draw attention to- a tinge of excitement. Before he could cover himself she swiftly reached across and gingerly ran her fingers along the underside of his shaft. The unexpected feel of her warm and soft touch brought an involuntary shudder to his entire frame. It was somehow repulsive and yet horribly exhilarating at the same time. “K-Kara what are you doing?” he asked in shock. “It’s so much bigger than Robin’s and Green Lantern’s,” she remarked thoughtfully. “It’s larger than all of the others’ in fact. And it feels so good in my hand…all soft but hard as well.” The Man of Steel desperately attempted to pry her hands away from him but her grip was strong. His powers had faded leaving him weak and vulnerable. He no longer possessed the physical strength to overpower her. But at that same instant, a terrible thought shot through his mind. Did he actually want her to stop? “Ah, ah we don’t want those puny arms of yours trying to get in the way of our fun, Superloser,” scolded Tangle. The petite blonde beauty forcefully applied a half nelson keeping his arms locked behind his back. He struggled for a bit but hung his head in disgust after realizing that she was strong enough to subdue him alone. His chiseled, muscular arms might as well have been threads of yarn with dead weights tied to the ends. He heard Tangle giggle behind him as she easily held him in check. The deep hatred he felt for her began to boil to the surface. At this point he wanted nothing more than to cave her laughing face in with all his might. But anger wasn’t going to get him out of this situation. Superman tried to occupy his mind with something else but Kara’s steady stroking made it all but impossible. He inadvertently stared downward as her silky soft fingers glided over his shaft. Kara’s dazzling blue eyes were glued to his cock and a mischievous grin had begun forming at the corners of her mouth. “Does that feel good?” she asked in an overly innocent tone. “Do you like what my fingers are doing to your big, hard cock, Kal?” A couple of short, unintentional moans of pleasure left him even as he tried to focus all his mental training into resisting her. He threw a reluctant glance over at Lois. The pain and betrayal was evident on every inch of her face as she tried to look away. The thought of her seeing and knowing he was becoming aroused by another woman, let alone a teenaged girl, was almost more than he could take. That, coupled with the fact that he as absolutely helpless to end the situation, stung even more. Superman gasped in surprise as the gorgeous young heroine began massaging and cupping his balls with her other hand. Every now and then she would gently roll his left nut between her thumb and index finger before switching to his right. She made sure to squeeze just hard enough to be pleasurable but avoid being painful. But he couldn’t give up. Not yet. He had to try to wake up her good side once more. The real Kara was in there somewhere trying to get out, he thought through an increasingly heavy haze. “You don’t… have to do this…Kara,” he implored weakly. “You can’t let them…control you like this. Please…j-just sto…st—ughhhh….” his voice trailed off as he let out another long moan Supergirl tilted her head to one side, laughing evilly. The look of utter contempt surprised even him. “See you can’t even say the word, Kal. If you really wanted me to stop you would have said so five minutes ago.” She closed her delicate fingers around him, tighter this time, and increased the pace of her stroking. Her hand was a blur on his cock, pumping it ever so steadily. “You don’t really want me to stop, Kal. We both know you’ve wanted this to happen again ever since the first time I did it to you. And you know what? You couldn’t stop me then and you sure as hell can’t stop me now.” In his weakened state, Superman could hear Lois shouting off to the side as she fought against her sturdy restraints. “Clark what are you doing?” she cried frantically. “Why are you letting her do this? Why can’t you make her stop?!” “Go ahead, Kal, why don’t you answer her?” Kara asked with an arrogant smirk. “Why don’t you tell her the real reason you can never seem to stop us or stop me from what I’m doing to you now?” “Please…don’t do this…” he implored yet again. “You know I love Lois. This…this is wrong, Kara.” “Ah, but it feels so right doesn’t it, Kal?” The pretty former super hero smiled brightly as her mentor’s chin slowly sank to his burly chest in shame. She knew he wasn’t out. Not yet. But for him the fight was pretty much over. That was fine with her. All she needed was for him to be able to hear what she was going to say next. She wanted nothing more than to hurt him emotionally as well as physically. It would have to be this way if they wanted to truly begin to break his indomitable spirit for good. “Well since you don’t want to explain to Lois why you can’t stop us then I will.” She turned toward the bound reporter, eyeing her coldly. “C’mon snap to it, Kal,” she taunted. “Go ahead and tell your wife how much you’ve lusted after your dear, sweet, teenage protégé ever since you can remember. Tell her how much you’ve wanted this and ached for my tender touch. You like young girls too, don’t you? You like us young girls stroking that big super cock hmm? Does that get you off, Kal?” Alexandra, Lasso Girl, and Tangle all laughed aloud as much at Superman’s humiliation as the look of utter emotional pain on Lois’s face. The Man of Steel could feel his wife’s eyes on him and he could only imagine what she was thinking. That combined with the utter embarrassment that there was some truth to what Kara was saying only caused his shame to grow. His cheeks were flushed, turning beet red in mortification at the entire situation, much to the villainesses’ delight. This had been one of their main goals all along- to completely destroy him in front of the one person he loved the most. “You know what you are, Kal?” she continued. “You are a pervert. Yes a pathetic, fucking pervert that enjoys having teenaged girls get his rocks off for him. Show Lois how you much you enjoy a teenage girl stroking your big throbbing cock.” The Girl of Steel sped up her pumping a bit more. She ran her open palm up and down the length of his rock hard manhood, taking brief pauses to tease the tip by running her thumb back and forth over the slit. She relished watching him shudder from the sensation and the control she now had over him. His face revealed all. Though it was still quite an amusing shade of crimson, his eyes were closed, his mouth partially open. He was completely lost in the pleasure of her touch. The pressure building in his balls and at the base of his cock was tremendous. Supergirl’s skillful hands had him ready to blow at any second- and yet he couldn’t. Celeste’s cruel spell had rendered him erect but unable to cum unless one of his tormentors ordered it; a fact that they found all the more amusing. “Are you trying cum, Kal?” teased Supergirl. “Are you trying to cum for me? Well don’t bother. Not yet anyway. Not until I’m good and ready and have decided if you deserve to cum or not.” She leaned in close to him, her hand ceaselessly stroking away, not even missing a beat. “I have to tell you something, Kal. Lasso Girl and Alexandra helped me see the light. They allowed me to see what I could truly become and told me how to reach my full potential. In the end I just couldn’t stand being plain, dull, and goody good Kara anymore. Everyone always knew that I was better than you and more powerful. I just got sick and tired of you always hogging all the glory for yourself. Well, I won’t have to worry about that any more.” Superman could only groan in response. And for the first time in a long while, Kara’s expression changed to one of pity- but only for a moment. “You know I almost feel sorry for you,” she said thoughtfully. “Poor, Kal. No matter what you do or how hard you try you’re just never strong enough, are you? Who knew it would be so easy to finally bring down the all powerful Superman. You belong to us now- you Batman and all the other so called heroes. Don’t you agree? Go ahead and say it so all of us can hear it.” Superman mumbled something in response. She leaned in, placing her ear near his mouth. “What was that?” “…never…” he rasped in defiance. To his surprise she giggled with delight. “Excellent. I would expect nothing less from the world’s formerly greatest hero. I’m so glad that you still have some fight left in you, Kal. That means our fun can keep going- though this game has come to an end. And guess what? I win.” The pretty blonde gingerly squeezed his left testicle and gave his cock several last, quick jerks. Judging by the way his cock was throbbing he was more than ready to blow. “Cum for me, maggot” she finally whispered in his ear. “Cum for me now.” Superman’s eyes abruptly lit open as a primal scream of ecstasy left his mouth. His balls and abdomen tightened. The levy gave way and he erupted like a volcano into Kara’s eagerly waiting hands. She laughed as string after string of hot semen shot out onto her fingers. Superman’s entire body convulsed as he climaxed again and again covering her hands in love juice. When he was finally done, Tangle unceremoniously dropped him to the floor. He laid there on his back feeling completely spent and breathing heavily. And yet he could feel just a bit of his strength returning, probably because he was finally free of his tormentor’s devious grasp. Tangle stood over him, her hands firmly planted on her shapely hips, with an excited grin on her gorgeous face. “That’s right, Supes. Gather whatever remains of your pitiful strength and get ready for the next game. It’s my turn to play.” ****************************** End of Chapter 18 Comments welcome.
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