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Girls' Night Out --(Part 2)	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 29222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Girls’ Night Out- Part 2

Chapter 20: Grudge Match

Written and Edited by R.S

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With a huge lump in her throat and a heavy feeling in her chest, Lois obeyed and watched the screen flicker to life.

The video began by showing a large bed in a what looked like a dingy hotel bedroom. As the camera slowly panned up she could make out a large, muscular man with his wrists bound to the headboard with white stockings. A naked girl whom she immediately recognized as Celeste was standing over the man doing a seductive dance.

“What am I suppos--”

“Shhhh….you’ll see soon enough,” Alexandra whispered.

The camera then closed in on the bound man’s face allowing her to see him clearly for the first time. Her eyes widened in horror and her mouth dropped.

“Clark! Clark what the hell--”

She stopped short as she watched in disbelief as Celeste lowered herself onto her husband and began having sex with him. Celeste’s every word was like a dagger in her heart. But what hurt the most was seeing that her husband was not even trying to fight back. On the contrary it seemed he was rather enjoying himself the way he was moaning with pleasure. The only “restraints” being Celeste’s stockings in which case Clark could’ve easily broken free even without his powers.

“Lois, it was her amulet it I couldn‘t--oooof!”

Superman’s head rocked back as Tangle delivered a swift boot to his face, silencing him.

“Ah, ah, Supes, just let your wife see the facts and let her judge for herself.”

As the video ended, tears streamed down Lois’s face. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. It had confirmed all her doubts and fears. He had been cheating on her with that young slip of a girl. But the worst part was that he had done it willingly and had apparently enjoyed the hell out of it. She knew deep in her heart that something had been different between them for a while now. The way he seemed to shut down every time she tried to get close to him in bed saying he was simply ’tired’ all made sense now. She wanted to kick herself for not paying closer attention to the flirty banter between Clark and Celeste.

Superman was speechless. He could practically feel the pain in every fiber of her being.
After a few minutes she finally looked him in the eye with palpable hurt in her shaking voice.

“I knew it… I knew there was something going on between you two. The way you looked at her and practically invited her to come over to your desk so she could flaunt herself in front of you. The way you tried to play it off and deny that her little flirtations toward you were just a “school girl crush.’”

“Lois….I…”

“How could you do this to me, Clark?!” she screamed.

Superman could only stare downward in silence. Nothing he could say would make things better or make her believe his side of the story. Celeste had weakened him with her amulet and practically forced herself on him. But Lois wouldn’t believe that. Not now.

“Aww, what’s the matter, super chump?” taunted Tangle. “You don’t have anything to say to comfort your wife? Well I guess that’s what happens to cheaters. In the end there just aren‘t any excuses for their thoughtless and callous behavior. You should really learn how to keep your dick in your pants.”

The Man of Steel suddenly bolted upright and stared at his long time tormentor. Tangle noticed the intense, focused rage in his eyes and grinned gleefully. This was exactly what she had been hoping for. Having the person he loved most in the world totally hate him was a joy to watch. But he wasn’t quite there yet. She needed to do something to push him totally over the edge.

“Hey, watch this, Supes.”

She happily skipped over to Lois and abruptly grabbed a handful of the pretty reporter’s long, raven hair, winding it around her hand before roughly yanking it upward. Lois screamed in agony as the villainess pulled harder and harder.

“This is fun!” she shouted, laughing heartily. “And there isn’t anyone here that can stop me either.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Superman rising slowly rising to his feet. His face was flushed and an intense scowl had swept over his usually kind features. Steam was practically blowing out of his ears. Just a bit more and he would be right where she wanted him.

The brazen beauty slowly pulled her arm back then swatted the back of her hand across Lois’s face. She screamed, even louder this time, as her lip split wide open.

“Stop! That’s enough!” Superman growled angrily. “I’ll fight you. Just leave her alone.”

Tangle roughly shoved Lois’s head aside as she approached the seething superhero.

“That’s what I like to hear. I hope you entertain me this time.”

Superman raised his beefy arms in anticipation.

He stared her down for a few intense moments, carefully sizing up his gorgeous opponent. He was literally twice her size and towered over her but there wasn’t the slightest hint of worry in the villainess’s eyes. It was quite the opposite in fact- she seemed almost giddy with anticipation. Even though he was far bigger and more muscular the fact remained that she was still a very dangerous opponent.

Superman thought back to what Tangle had mentioned earlier. This probably was the last chance he was going to ever have to get his revenge and knock that smug expression off her face. There wasn’t going to be any last second rescues this time. He was going to be on his own. Win or lose, he wasn’t going to be able to get Lois or anyone else out.

But he could land a few good punches before the other women inevitably jumped in and that would have to be enough. Though he didn’t enjoy hitting women, even female villains, he would make a huge exception for her. He was determined to hurt her quite badly if it came down to it.

Though he was filled with pent up anger, Superman held back and waited for Tangle to attack. If he had learned anything from battling these women it was that rushing blindly head first was the quickest way to end up unconscious on the floor.

The blonde beauty sensed his hesitation and gracefully swooped in for the attack. She feinted a right roundhouse kick before switching to her left and swinging her leg up directly between Superman’s tree trunk like legs.

She could already sense her victory as her boot made a beeline toward his vulnerable balls. In another fraction of a second he would be writhing in pain on the floor. This was going to be even easier than the last time, she thought happily.

But just before she could connect, the Man of Steel’s hands shot downward, barely catching her leg mid swing. How predictable. He could’ve seen that cheap shot coming from a mile away, he thought.

Totally caught off guard, Tangle was at his mercy as he slammed an open palm strike to her chest knocking her to the floor.

“Surprised?” he asked with a small bit of satisfaction. “I’ve learned my lesson from our past encounters, Tangle. Batman always insisted that I learn hand to hand combat techniques and I finally took him up on the offer.”

“So you’re not just a muscle bound ape after all,” Tangle shot back.

She quickly bounced back to her feet and fell back into a fighting stance.

“But you still have a lot to learn. That was a lucky hit and won‘t be happening again.”

The villainess side stepped a straight punch toward her face and unleashed a flurry of low and mid range kicks. She landed a solid hit to the side of his leg causing his left knee to buckle before thumping off kicks to his ribs and then sternum. Superman stumbled back a few steps, holding his side.

“You think a couple of months of self defense training is enough to beat me?” she asked with a haughty smirk. “I’ve trained for years to hone my body and have studied numerous martial arts for just as long. Without your powers you simply can’t beat me.”

He had to admit that what she said could very well be true but he was bound and determined to prove her wrong. He had too much riding on this and the thought of losing to her yet again made him sick to his very core. Still there were a couple of factors going in his favor.

Luckily she didn’t hit as hard as a stronger opponent might, and that was a good thing, because she connected often. In addition to that, his well muscled physique would act as armor padding to further soften her blows. And all he needed to beat her was to land just one or two solid hits.

With that in mind, Superman powered through the pain and began swinging with everything he had. Tangle kept on the balls of her feet, effortlessly dodging and weaving just out of his range and causing Superman to connect only with thin air.

She yawned loudly.

“Come on is that all you’ve got? I’ve had better workouts with training dummies.”

He came at her again trying to increase the speed of his strikes but she was simply too elusive. Her curvaceous, lithe, and agile body was always one step ahead as she danced circles around him. The bright grin on her beautiful face, the one that irked him more and more with each missed punch, revealed that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

The villainess was simply toying with him. She was having fun at his expense and would periodically land blows on his increasingly aching frame at her leisure. A kick to his ribs here, a punch to his gut there. Tangle was gradually wearing him down and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop her.

Superman grunted with a concerted effort, firing off a increasingly wild string of hooks and haymakers and even throwing in a few mid range kicks to throw her off. None of it worked. Everything he threw at her ended up becoming nothing more than wasted effort and energy. His bulging muscles, which he had thought would be an asset, were rendering him too slow and clumsy to get a proper bead on her. Not to mention that it was absolutely infuriating having her physically and mentally dominate him at the same time.

Exhausted, the Man of Steel leaned up against a nearby wall to support himself as he wiped away a bucket of sweat from his brow. His chest heaved up and down like he had run a marathon and every single muscle screamed with pain. To his astonishment and annoyance, she still seemed fresh as a daisy.

The mounting frustration from the inability to hit his taunting opponent was building to a boiling point as he came to the realization that a longer, protracted fight was not going to go in his favor.

“So weak…so pathetic,” Tangle sighed. “I guess you didn’t really want to get me back for all those times I’ve kicked your sorry ass- and I expected so much more from you, Superman. But I‘m going to be a good sport and provide you with an easy way out.”

She put her right leg forward a bit and pointed downward with a stern look in her dazzling blue eyes.

“Get on the floor and lick my feet, maggot. Do a good job and maybe I‘ll have mercy on you and decide to stop kicking your ass. You know you want to. Go ahead and show Lois how pathetic you are. Show her how much you enjoy cleaning my toes with your tongue!”

That was the last straw. He was floored by her outrageous demand and flippant, dismissive tone in her voice. He was tired of her taunting remarks and utter domination over him. At last the volcano of anger inside of him erupted. All of the terrible, demeaning, and embarrassing things she had put him and his loved ones through in the past flashed inside his brain like a horrific slide show. He threw all rational thought out the window.

“RAAAAGHHHHH!!!”

With a primal yell, he ducked down and charged ahead like raging bull, aiming to tackle the smaller woman about the waist. His size and strength advantage would negate her superior fighting skills and then he could pound her into the concrete floor. With the speed burst of a madman he covered more ground faster than he realized he ever could without powers.

But Tangle was too fast yet again. With lightning quick reflexes she raised her right knee and sprang into the air, violently slamming her knee squarely under the bottom of his chin. Superman’s head lurched back as a shower of spittle and blood sprayed out of his open mouth. The force from the jumping blow combined with his own momentum caused him to fly back several feet before he toppled backward to the floor in a broken heap.

A loud groan of pain left him as he slowly tried to shake the stars and cobwebs away. The blow had done a number on him but he was still conscious. His iron clad will would not let him quit- not even through all the agony he was feeling. He laboriously began to pick himself off the floor, wiping away a trickle of blood from his lip. He was feeling woozy and seeing double of the stunning villainess as she calmly approached him but managed to make it to a crouching position.

“Ready to give up?” she asked with a clever smirk.

Superman turned his head and spat out a tangy mix of saliva and blood.

“…n-never…give up…” he grumbled.

Tangle threw her head back and laughed.

“Ah, that’s what I love about you Supes, you just never know when to quit. Good. Then I’ll give you a second to rest while I prepare for round two of our little fight.”

The already bone-weary hero stared up at the villainess with daggers in his eyes. The thought of wrapping his hands around her throat and strangling the life out of her was becoming more appealing by the second.

Reluctantly, he glanced over at Lois. To his surprise she looked him straight in the eyes with noticeable concern on her face. She was worried about him. Even after knowing that he had made love to another woman and the initial angry words she had said, she was still behind him. He wanted to run over and comfort his wife but he couldn’t- he still had a job to take care of.

Just before he turned his attention back to the fight, she silently mouthed the words “please don’t give up.” It was a like a jolt of energy and was all he needed to renew his flagging spirits. He would win this fight for her or die trying.

Tangle’s attention seemed to be miles away as she took a moment to fix her long, golden locks a bit before stretching out her arms and legs. Superman tensed his body as he slowly rose from the floor. This was his chance. She was completely over confident with her presumed victory and was paying him no mind at all. He would launch one last attack before she knew what hit her and take her down once and for all.

But as he began to step forward, something stopped him dead in his tracks. The gorgeous villainess began slowly, seductively unzipping the front of her skin tight catsuit allowing Superman a peak at her generous cleavage. He marveled at the dagger of smooth, lightly tanned skin that was being slowly unveiled as the sound of the ever lowering zipper pierced the quiet.

But she didn’t stop there. To his utter astonishment, and growing arousal, she began peeling the tight material off her shoulders and arms before slipping free completely and letting the entire outfit fall neatly to the floor.

The Man of Steel was left wide eyed and slack jawed as she proudly stood completely nude, save for her red high heels, in front him. With seemingly no other reason except to show off her spectacular naked body, she continued her light stretches from before, letting him soak in every inch of her magnificence.

Superman found himself staring with unabashed lust at her goddess worthy form despite himself. And although he felt utter hatred for the woman he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to drink it all in- the firm, full breasts, smooth flat tummy, shaved clit, and long shapely legs ending with those cherry red high heels. After a while his eyes, seemingly with a will of their own, stopped again on her nicely molded tits. They looked so soft and inviting, almost begging to be suckled and kissed.

With a knowing grin Tangle took advantage of the considerable distraction and blindsided the Man of Steel with a crisp crescent kick, swiping her stiletto in an arc across his face. He grunted loudly, his head snapping to the side as he was rudely brought back to reality.

“Look at how pitiful you are, Superman,” she laughed. “Even after everything I’ve done to you- all the times I’ve humiliated you, humbled you- you still want me, don‘t you. Look at you practically drooling over my naked body like you were in a trance. It’s absolutely the saddest thing I’ve ever seen, you pathetic piece of shit.”

Superman’s face reddened with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

“No, you’re wrong. You disgust me, Tangle. I can‘t stand the sight of you.”

She rested her hands on her shapely hips while her eyes darted down to the obviously swelling bulge in his red tights.

“Is that so?” she asked before pointing to his crotch. “Well you might sound a bit more convincing if you didn’t have a raging hard on just from looking at me. I mean I haven’t even done anything to you yet and you‘re ready to shoot a load in your pants.”

“Shut up,” he said angrily.

“‘Superman’. Heh. I always thought that name was ironic because the truth is there is absolutely nothing “super” about you at all. Oh, sure you have all this power and strength, but when it comes down to it, you’re nothing more than a painfully inept, weak, ordinary man that couldn‘t even beat a woman with no super powers at all.”

“I said shut up!”

“Know why you never seem to be able to beat me? It’s because deep down you know you can‘t- and don‘t even want to. You love it when I humiliate you and make you get on your knees and beg. I can see it in your eyes every single time we defeat you. Sure you put on this wholesome, Boy Scout façade for everyone to see but in your heart you just can‘t wait until the next time I make you my bitch!”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Superman launched forward and let loose an earth shattering blow only to have his punch whisk past her as she dodged to the side. Tangle grabbed a hold of his still outstretched arm then forced the air from his lungs with rapid fire kicks to his ribs and solar plexus. He doubled over struggling for breath when he felt her hand slink down to his crotch. A surprised gasp left him as she began slowly stroking his cock through the thin material.

“Mmmm…you like that don’t you?” she purred seductively. “I can feel your cock getting harder by the second.”

“G-get off of me!” he shouted.

He weakly swung at her, yet again striking air. Tangle giggled mischievously and slipped behind him. Before he could react she yanked his tights to his ankles and had her hands on him again, tenderly rubbing his throbbing manhood.

“Oh…oh god…” he blurted out as he felt her silky fingers grip and then glide up and down his shaft.

It was bad enough that the mere sight of her naked body had aroused him, but combined with her sensual stroking it was becoming unbearable. Despite the entire ordeal he had been through he was becoming massively turned on. Worse yet, he felt himself becoming gradually weaker with each tender stroke.

The sexy vixen had him exactly where she wanted him and hungrily licked her pouty lips as she spoke.

“Like I’ve said before, this big horse cock belongs to me. I own it. It is a …rather large piece of my property to do with whatever I wish. It’s nothing more than a mere toy to play with and amuse me. I decided when it feels pleasure or pain got it?”

“Uuuughhhh…”

Superman groaned again as she sped up her stroking with one hand and gently yanked on his balls with the other. His body didn’t seem to want to respond to what his brain was telling it. He couldn’t go down- not like this. The very last thing he wanted was to be defeated by his own arousal and lust with the woman he hated most in the world.

“Thaaat’s it…show me how weak you are once again,” Tangle teased. “Let everyone know that you’re willing to give up your very last shot at freedom because you want me so badly that you can’t resist a simple handjob.”

No. He couldn’t give in to her now. That would only prove her point and give her exactly what she wanted. But why did he feel like he was slowly becoming a statue while she lustfully pumped his manhood unhindered? Surely what Supergirl had said earlier couldn’t be true- that deep down he wanted her to beat him.

Rejecting the notion he forced himself into action. With gritted teeth, Superman finally coerced his arms to move. He threw a blind elbow backward but his tormentor was long gone. After hastily pulling up his pants he was on the move.

“Oh come now, Superman. Just lie down on the floor and give up already. We all know how this is going to end. I might as well fit you for a dog collar and be done with it!”

“Never!”

With renewed vigor he attacked. Tangle effortlessly evaded the whirlwind of punches, the smile never leaving her pretty face. Superman became angrier and angrier with each missed swing yet he couldn’t take his eyes off her spectacular body- the way her bare breasts bounced and jiggled as she dodged him was mesmerizing. And there was just the slightest of hint of perspiration on them causing them to glow magnificently. He caught himself staring again only to have Tangle’s stiletto smack into his jaw.

It felt like he was wading through a pool of jell-o now. Every movement felt slow and sluggish. The beating he was enduring was steadily catching up to him and if he didn’t land a blow soon he was a goner. But the main problem, the one he could never admit even to himself, was that the longer this fight dragged on, the more hugely aroused he was becoming. God, he wanted her so badly he could hardly stand it. Yet with each missed hit and blow he suffered he hated Tangle that much more intensely.

Using what was probably the last of his strength he lunged forward through her defenses, and finally managed to cinch his arms around her in a powerful bear hug. At long last he had her.

“I’ve got you this time!” he shouted triumphantly. “And you’re not getting away.”

Tangle cried out as he began applying pressure in an attempt to squeeze her into submission. With her arms trapped at her sides, there was no way she could escape. And he wasn’t going to let go no matter what. If this was the only way to achieve victory then he would gladly hang on for dear life.

The only problem was that the more she wriggled and squirmed against his body trying to free herself, the more it furthered his arousal. His opponent immediately recognized her opening and quickly ceased her struggles.

“Giving up?”

She narrowed her stunning blue eyes at his. There was no chance that she would let herself lose- not now when she was so close. Though she was surprised by his still impressive strength, there had to be something she could do to escape.

“You…must be joking, superwimp.”

Using her arms she pressed her breasts together toward his face in an inviting display.

“Have a look at my tits. You like them, don’t you?”

With his attention elsewhere, Superman’s grip loosened just enough for Tangle to wriggle an arm free. Mesmerized by her flesh orbs he realized too late as she slipped her hand under his tights and found his cock again.

“Heh, you’re going to give me that cum sooner or later,” she mocked, while speeding up her stroking. “I know how you can’t resist a good splooge.”

After only a few deft pumps, his hold weakened enough for her to break loose. She threw off his muscular arms and immediately circled around, pouncing on his massive back.

“I learned this move from Alexandra.”

She looped an arm around the front of his throat while applying pressure to the back of his neck with her other arm in a tight sleeper hold. She purposefully focused on his carotid artery, effectively slowing the flow of blood to his brain. Next, the villainess cinched her long, sexy legs around his waist cutting off his air supply. Each time he tried to inhale, her vice like leg hold gripped even tighter.

“Shhhhh, it’s almost over, Superman,” she whispered in his ear.

With rough thrashing movements he attempted to pry her arms off but it was no use. Her hold was locked in and he was already too weakened to overpower her. Yet the feeling of her naked body wrapped around him was simply electric and only increased the bulge in his red briefs. He could feel her hard nipples and sensually smooth breasts pressing against his neck and back.

His cock was straining heavily against the spandex like material even as his vision began to dim. His eyes darted about the room looking for anything he could use to break free before he succumbed. The closest option was the wall several feet in front of him. Using his last ounce of strength he began slowly plodding his way over, aiming to slam her into the wall.

It was rough going. Each labored step proved harder than the last, but his unequaled iron will propelled him forward. When he was at the wall he turned, exposing his unwanted passenger’s back to hard concrete. As he prepared to launch backward, Tangle unhooked her legs but kept her sleeper hold clamped tightly.

Sensing his plans, she slipped off her red stilettos, allowing them to drop to the floor with a solid ‘clunk’, and slid her legs down toward his crotch. By now his cock was practically begging to be freed from its confinement and Tangle obliged. Using her dexterous toes she tugged his red briefs down allowing his manhood to flop out for all to see. Next she began massaging his cock with her bare feet, rubbing him up and down between her arches and teasing the tip with her toes.

It sent a devastatingly paralyzing swirl of ecstasy over his entire being, chipping away his will to fight. His body quickly followed as his arms fell to his sides like dead weights and his legs froze in place.

“Ooohhhh…” he groaned loudly as his head dipped toward his chest.

“Aww, is the big, strong superhero getting tired?” Tangle asked with glee. “You always did like my toes, didn’t you?”

Almost on cue he slowly sank to his knees, the lack of blood and oxygen pushing him to the verge of unconsciousness. But before he faded completely, she released the hold and roughly shoved him face first to the floor. He landed on all fours desperately gasping for oxygen.

“Stay right there,“ Tangle commanded. “You’re not getting off that easily. I’m not through beating your sorry ass yet.”

With Tangle standing only several inches in front of him, Superman groggily observed her lightly tanned and perfectly pedicured bare feet. He caught the glint of a gold toe ring as her cute toes curled back followed by her leg swinging away from him. Without hesitation she launched a kick to his face connecting flush his mouth. The painful sound that followed resembled a paddle slapping against the surface of a lake.

Too weak and disoriented to fight back, he remained in a prone position entirely at her mercy. There was nothing stopping the stream of hits now. She was striking him at will and having fun doing it.

“You’re so pathetic, Superman!”

Whap!

“So weak, so stupid!”

Whap!

“This sure makes for good target practice.”

Smack!

“Do you like how my foot tastes when it smacks you in the mouth?”

Whap! Slap! Smack!

His head was rapidly jerking up and down like a speed bag. He couldn’t muster a rational thought or even move and was just barely clinging to consciousness. Every sense was swirling and dulled from the pain of being ceaselessly kicked in the face. All he could hear, besides Lois‘s desperate screams for her to stop, was the slapping of Tangle’s bare foot as it continued to collide with his chin, mouth, and jaw.

“I wish you could see how utterly stupid you look.”

Whap!

“It’s like watching a life size bobble head doll!”

Slap! Smack!

After an eternity she finally relented as Superman attempted to crawl away like a drunken animal. The room gradually began to stop spinning and the smacking noises stopped. Through bleary, unfocused eyes he saw her walk over to her cherry red stilettos and slip them back on.

Still in a daze, he faintly heard girlish giggling behind him. He groggily peered over his shoulder and observed Supergirl crouching down near his legs. With a bright smile she reached down and started stroking his still erect cock as it dangled invitingly between his thighs. An involuntary groan of pleasure left his mouth while she playfully stroked his shaft and teased his balls with eager fingers.

“I can’t believe he’s still hard after all that,” she giggled.

“It just goes to show how big a loser he is,” said Tangle as she retook her position in front of Superman.

She peered down at the fallen hero with a look of total disdain combined with a high dose of superiority.

“We have to do this the right way, Superwimp. I guess you could say I’m a stickler for tradition.”

A half conscious Man of Steel gazed upward as the blonde beauty raised her right leg into the air and grabbed hold of her toes with her hand, effectively holding her leg in an almost perfect, vertical stand up split. The move perfectly showcased her amazing flexibility and dexterity. Then with a self satisfied grin she released her grip, allowing her spike heel to come down with the force of a sledgehammer against his skull, painfully knocking him out at last. He came to rest in a pool of his own drool faintly groaning in his forced slumber.

To add insult to injury, Tangle rested her foot on the back of Superman’s head in a symbol of her complete victory over him. Her naked body simply glowed in the light with barest hint of sweat. With hands resting proudly on her hips, full breasts protruding outward, and her classic winning smile she spoke two simple words to her beaten opponent that put a final stamp on their entire, long struggle.

“I win.”

All six women burst into laughter, giving each other exuberant high fives and pointing mockingly at their shared nemesis. But even during the celebration, Tangle smiled inwardly even more. The first stage of breaking Superman was complete but it wasn’t over just yet. There was still much that needed to be done.

Still the fact remained that with such a decisive and total victory behind her, there was no coming back for Superman. By utterly destroying him physically she had shattered his confidence and damaged his psyche and morale.

There was a small part of her that almost regretted that this was coming to an end but she digressed and paused a minute to savor her win. After all there were very few that could say that they had bested the greatest, most powerful hero on the planet in single combat. It was a fact she took great pride in, and the knowledge that there was still plenty of fun to be had with Superman made her even happier. She would absolutely delight in breaking him down bit by bit until he was even lower then the rest of the mind controlled slaves. By the time she was finished, he look to her as his god.

However Lois, his lifeline and anchor, was still behind him and that, among other things, would have to change. She was the lynch pin that, once removed, would allow the rest of the superhero to collapse and be permanently crushed under her heel.

But as with all grand plans that would take time because she knew that before breaking a Man of Steel, you have to bend him first.

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