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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 3: That Healing Touch

Written and Edited by R.S.

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“So do you think I have a shot with her, Clark?” Jimmy asked.

“With who?” said Clark, only half paying attention to the Daily Planet’s red haired photographer.

Jimmy sighed. “With that new intern Celeste. I’ve been talking to you about her for the last five minutes.”

“Sorry, Jimmy” he apologized. “I’ve just had a lot of stuff on my mind lately.”

Ever since the previous night, the mysterious woman that had robbed the Gem Depository had been practically all Clark could think about. More troubling though was what had happened to him during their brief scuffle. The sudden pain in his chest and body that had rendered him helpless and allowed her to escape had dissipated almost as quickly as it had set in. His powers were in check as well but that didn’t ease his fears. What the hell had happened to him, he wondered.

It had felt almost worse than kryptonite but it was a distinctly different sensation. Had the woman caused it? She had denied it but there was no way to be sure. And until he understood just what was going on, he decided against telling his wife what had happened.

“Hey, Smallville, you want to go grab some lunch?” Lois asked peering over the low cubicle wall that separated them. “I’ll be done with this column in about twenty minutes.”

“Hey, Ms. Lane,” Jimmy said before Clark had a chance to answer. “Do you think Celeste would go out with me?”

“Sure kid,” said Lois with a winning smile. “Girls like a guy with confidence. You won’t know unless you try, right?”

Jimmy grinned from ear to ear.
“Yeah, you’re right. Um, but I think I need to work on what I’m going to say. Wish me luck!” he hollered back as he jogged off.

Lois wheeled her chair around next to Clark’s.

“The kid doesn’t stand a chance with her,” she winked. “However you might, Mr. Kent.”

Clark was taken slightly aback. He could tell by the tone in her voice that she was only partially joking and that usually meant trouble.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked defensively.

“Oh nothing much,” his wife answered. “I’ve just seen how ‘Little Miss Short Skirt’ fawns all over you and is always over here talking to you. I also noticed that she brought you coffee again just like yesterday. She doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

Clark leaned back in his chair and locked his fingers behind his head.

“Why Lois,” he said with an amused grin. “I do believe that you’re jealous.”

“Oh, please,” she said raising an eye brow. “You think of jealous of that little tart? I just don’t like her spending every other minute over here with you, that’s all. Not to mention that annoying ‘Oh, golly I’ve always admired you Mr. Kent’ act she puts on.”

Lois uttered the last sentence by placing her hands over her chest and speaking in an exaggerated high pitched voice.

Clark chuckled.
“She’s just a young girl with a harmless schoolyard crush,” he reasoned. “Besides it feels good to have someone admire me as Clark Kent instead of Superman for a change. Oh, and lunch will have to wait. There’s… something I have to take care of. Can you cover with Perry for me?”

“Yeah, sure…” Lois sighed. “And you’re right. I guess I’m just overreacting.”

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Stryker’s Island

The cold metal and concrete corridor stretched into the distance. After calling in a favor from Detective Turpin, Superman found himself in the very bowels of the maximum security meta-human prison located in the waters off Metropolis. This was where the worst of the worst were kept- those too dangerous or powerful to be incarcerated in normal prisons.

Superman walked past a dozen specially reinforced cells housing a myriad of supervillains. Each inmate’s cell was specifically tailored to keep their power or ability in check, making escape all but impossible.

At the last cell at the end of the hall he paused. According to the detainee listing, this was where she was being held. Through a two inch thick bullet proof glass window he could see Alexandra’s attractive frame lounging on a metal bench protruding from the wall. Her cell was specially designed to be almost entirely self sufficient to minimize the need for her to leave or anyone else to enter. From what he could tell, her meals were delivered through a slot in the door with the slot being protected by a mini one way force field.

During their last encounter, Alexandra had started to gain the ability to retain the powers she had stolen for longer periods of time. The scientists Batman had sent over from Wayne Tech had managed to reverse the process and diminish her powers to their normal levels. But the fact that she currently possessed normal human strength didn’t make her much less of a threat. If she ever managed to get a hold of anyone powerful it would mean serious trouble. Turpin had informed him that she had not been allowed to leave her cell once during the five months she had been there.

Alexandra sat up and approached the window, placing both hands against the glass.

“What a pleasant surprise this is, Superman” she remarked with a smile. “Why don’t you step inside so I can say hello properly and get a closer look at you. It’s been a while, after all.”

Superman crossed his arms; his face adorned a stern expression etched from marble.

“Sorry, that’s not going to happen, Alexandra. I came here for some answers. I want to know who broke Tangle and Lace out of prison a few nights ago.”

The female parasite touched a touched a finger to her chin a gazed upward in mock thoughtfulness.

“Hmm…Who could’ve done such a rotten thing? I know…why don’t you give me a kiss first. Then I’ll tell you.”

“Cut the games,” Superman shot back. “Tell me what I want to know. Who is she?”

A devious smirk formed on Alexandra’s lips.

“Oh, I think you know her quite well actually. And I have a feeling that you’ll find out for yourself really soon.”

The wall behind Superman exploded. Chunks of concrete and metal went flying. Someone stepped out from the blinding cloud of debris. Superman already knew who it was. He hurled himself forward, hoping to catch her off guard. The silver clad woman met him halfway. She grabbed the front of his costume and fell backward with her boot in his belly and projected him over her. The combined momentum of his leap and her thrust drove Superman like a rivet through the wall creating a matching hole next to the one she had made moments before.

The Man of Steel crash landed in large, open grass courtyard throwing up mounds of earth from the impact. The woman was already in mid flight and quickly bearing down on him. While still a few feet in the air she pivoted and slammed her right instep against Superman’s temple. The blow ricocheted off his head with a resounding ‘thud’, sending him skidding and bouncing across the ground. He shook off the cobwebs and made it to a kneeling position.

Superman’s eyes burned crimson as he blasted her with a round of heat vision knocking her back. He was in front of her before she was able to recover and tagged her with a fierce right hook to the jaw. She went down hard. He was going to have to make this count and take her out while she was still reeling. Superman pulled his fist back ready to strike. There was a flitter of movement behind him but it was too late.

Alexandra pounced on his back, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

“Aarrghh!!” Superman screamed as she started to suck the energy from him.

“You’re even weaker than I remember, Superman” teased Alexandra.

He had to get her off fast. The Man of Steel could feel his body weakening as the villainess relentlessly drained him. There was no way he would be able to take both women on at less than full strength.

Superman launched himself backwards slamming Alexandra into a concrete wall. Her grip loosened. Luckily, she had not been able to siphon that much of his power yet. He tried it again and this time he succeeded. The female parasite slumped to the ground as the superhero began to wrap a metal construction rod around her body.

“It looks like I’m going to cut your escape plan a little---aghh.”

Superman clutched his chest, his mouth agape. The sudden rush of excruciating pain blindsided him. It was the same feeling as before but much worse. He pitched violently forward before falling to his hands and knees on the grass. Everything started moving in distorted slow motion. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. Through blurry eyes he could see Alexandra already on her feet and heading straight toward him.

Now dazed and disoriented, he felt someone hook their arms under his and roughly haul his pain ravaged body off the ground. The silver clad woman roughly restrained his wrists together behind his back. It was hardly necessary. There was no way he could’ve even stood on his own much less muster any kind of offense.

A beaming Alexandra ran a finger down the hero’s broad chest, smiling evilly.

“Poor, poor, Superman…you just can’t catch a break lately can you? I haven’t even done anything to you yet but it looks like you’re in quite a lot of pain.”

The Man of Steel struggled uselessly attempting to break free from the silver villainess’ hold. His bulging, chiseled arms felt like dead weights and were being held back effortlessly by the much smaller woman.

“Y-you…won’t…get…” he uttered feebly.

Alexandra playfully cupped a hand to her ear.

“What was that you were going to say? Was it your favorite line about how we ‘aren’t going to get away with it’?”

She deviously slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his costume.

“Well I’m sorry to tell you, sweetie, but…” she paused briefly, sensuously licking her lips, before slowly closing her silky fingers around his cock, “…we already have.”

A bright violet light enveloped them as Alexandra began lightly yanking his manhood. Superman felt a familiar and unrelenting tidal wave of weakness wash over him. It felt as if she was not only sucking away every ounce of his energy but his very soul.

“Aaarrgghhh!!” he screamed as both women laughed boisterously.

“Five months. Five long months of rotting in that cell, and almost every night I dreamt of doing this to you,” said Alexandra, freeing his cock from the red briefs. “Who says dreams don’t come true?”

She firmly gripped his thick shaft in her right hand and began slowly stroking the full length of his cock. The female parasite was delighted as she felt it spring to attention and become an iron bar in her grasp.

“And just think- with each stroke of my hand on your rock hard cock, you’ll get weaker and weaker while I only get stronger,” she purred seductively. “All your strength and powers will belong to me.”

“No!” he bellowed.

With one last heroic effort, Superman pulled desperately trying to free his arms. But against his captor’s now superior strength, it was futile. A few more moments and his breath was only coming in ragged gasps. Every muscle in his body had turned to jelly and his chin sank to his chest.

“You’re weak as a kitten now,” teased Alexandra. “Mmmm…and it feels absolutely exhilarating draining you again. I had almost forgotten how great it felt. It’s almost as good as fucking you into submission- though hopefully I’ll get to do that later too.”

The superhero could only observe helplessly as the villainess worked his throbbing cock like a piston up and down, increasing her grip at the top to stimulate the head. Every once in a while she would rub the sensitive tip with her thumb, back and forth over the slit, relishing the involuntary shudder it caused. She used her left hand to massage and fondle his balls, drawing loud moans of pleasure from the Man of Steel.

“Just as pathetic as ever,” the female parasite smiled. “I bet right now that you couldn’t break free even if you were able. You like this too much don’t you? So remember this, supershit- you’re letting us defeat you right now. Deep down you enjoy being dominated by us and you will gladly allow us to crush you each and every time.”

“No…” Superman gasped, too weakened by her sensual touch to say anything else.

“Oh, yes” Alexandra retorted, not missing a beat. “You have no choice but to succumb to our will. Before long all you would-be heroes shall fall before us.”

Superman shut his eyes and began concentrating in an effort to resist his tormentor. It was a futile exercise. A grimace of exertion plastered itself across his face as his will power began gradually cracking and chipping away.

Alexandra increased the speed of her stroking, relentlessly teasing his flesh. Her hand became a blur of movement on his manhood as pre cum oozed from the tip, providing a perfect lubricant. Her touch combined with the sensation from draining his powers was absolutely electric.

“That’s it. That’s right, supershit” Alexandra cooed. “Just surrender everything to me and it’ll make things sooo much easier for you.”

And she was right. Eventually Superman was overcome by desire and lust. And despite his deep rooted hatred for Alexandra, more strident moans escaped his lips bringing a grin to the villainess’ face. She could feel his balls tightening under her skillful fingers and could sense the end was near.

A few more moments and the dam gave way. Superman exploded in her grasp, sending streams of hot cum into the air and on to her awaiting hands. Involuntary spasms overtook his body and he instinctively thrust his hips forward and back. Alexandra continued juicing his cock, encouraging him in soft, soothing tones. She went on until he was completely spent and absorbed his semen along with the rest of his powers.

“You’re a stupid, weak, pathetic, and worthless piece of trash,” she whispered mockingly in his ear. “This was beyond easy.”

The silver clad woman let the Man of Steel’s defenseless form fall unceremoniously to the ground. She planted her boot on his chest and maliciously ground her sharp heel onto the world famous red ‘S’.

Still barely conscious, Superman groaned in agony and gazed upward as she stood triumphantly over him.

“The game is going to go much differently than before,” she said assuredly. “And do you know why?”

That voice. He finally recognized it.

“Because this time, Superman. You lose!”

The Man of Steel’s eyes widened in shocked disbelief as the woman’s silver mask began shifting and flowing away on its own, finally revealing her face. It was as if the suit were alive.

As darkness began enveloping Superman’s every sense, he could swear he heard ardent and familiar voices shouting from somewhere in the distance. But before his eyes closed, he caught one last glimpse of the woman staring malevolently down at him- one final haunting glimpse of Lasso Girl’s smiling face.

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End of Chapter 3

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