Girl Power

CHAPTER FOUR: LESSONS IN LUST SUPERMAN winced as Huntress settled herself in his lap. He was just coming round his body still aching from Kara's beating when the grinning villainess walked in the room. Supergirl had left him tied to a chair his wrists bound tightly behind him and his legs secured by leather straps. The Man Of Steel's stomach and back felt as though they'd been hit repeatedly by a jackhammer and he was only half-conscious. It took him a while to recognise Huntress's smirking face in front of him. She draped her arms on his shoulders and clasped her hands together behind his neck as though they were two intimate friends. "Hi there Supes," she said her twinkling green eyes fixing on his features. "How are we feeling? Supergirl really did give you a lovely beating didn't she?" She paused for a second the smile playing on her lips and then added: "Doggie." Superman's face fixed in a grimace as Huntress giggled to herself at her little joke. There was no mistaking the embarrassed look in his eye as he remembered crawling to Supergirl like some pathetic wounded animal. "Awww Supes," said Huntress mockingly as her eyes drank in his shame. "Don't look so sad. I think you're going to be a wonderful pet doggie." She laughed out loud again with a taunting, triumphant look on her face. Superman wanted nothing more than to ram his fist in her face and smash her sick jibes back down her throat but he could hardly move a muscle under the restraints Supergirl had expertly wound round him. Huntress was loving every second of having the great Superhero helpless under her. She wriggled her backside suggestively on him and then began gently stroking the back of his neck with her long fingers. "We're going to have such fun Superboy," she said gently. "You're going to be our little plaything. Isn't that just so exciting?" "Get off me," growled Kal-El. "Get off me now." Huntress ignored his words moved one of her hands onto his broad chest. The tip of her index finger lazily traced out the contours of the giant S on his costume. "You've got a nice body you know Superman," she said. "I know it's no match for Kara's anymore but I'm sure you'll still make a perfectly adequate boy toy. We just have to break you in." Superman glowered at her angrily but Huntress merely grinned back and pouted her lips at him. She let her hand slide down his chest and onto his red shorts brushing the back of her fingers over the bulge where his cock lay. "Stop it," he barked uselessly. "Stop that." Huntress tossed her hair back and continued teasing his manhood. She could feel exactly what her touch was doing to him, feel his dick begin to stir despite his hatred of the woman. She leaned forward and put her lips to his ear. "You're my toy Superman," she whispered. "I can do to you whatever I want. Fuck you, have you beaten, make you crawl like a dog. Just get used to it." She flicked her tongue teasingly in and out and then blew on the side of his face before leaning back a look of almost animal satisfaction on her face. Carefully she pulled the zipper on her catsuit down to just above the midriff giving him a full view of her ample cleavage. Next Huntress slid off his lap and settled on her knees between his legs. She murmured happily as she saw the unmistakable bulge in his trunks. "No," moaned Superman as Huntress reached up slid her fingers into the waistband before pulling them down to let his cock spring free. She almost gasped as she saw the size of it. "So that's why they call you Superman," she smiled. "And now it's all mine." "No," said the Man Of Steel again. "You can't." "Oh I can," purred Huntress. "I can do anything I want Superman. Remember, you're my plaything. My puppet. My boy toy. Our little doggie." Superman almost whimpered as Huntress's long fingers curled around the shaft and began a slow massage. She kissed the tip and then slid her lips over it letting her tongue flick around the skin. Superman's hips started to twitch beneath the bindings as she worked expertly on him. Suddenly he let out a long, low cry and a stream of juice poured into Huntress's mouth. She licked it up hungrily feeling a rush of arousal herself as she luxuriated in the feeling of power the despoilment of the great Superhero gave her. Her only surprise was how quickly he'd come - but that only confirmed her absolute sexual mastery of him. She let his cock fall from her and listened to his heavy breathing with satisfaction. Then she rose up and settled on his lap again. This time her smile was one of exultation as Superman's head drooped onto his chest every pore of his face dripping with shame at what he'd just done. Huntress licked her lips and swallowed. "You taste good Superman," she said. "And you gave in so easily didn't you? Just as I knew you would. Because you're weak Superman. You couldn't resist me could you? The great Superhero couldn't stop himself shooting his load into Huntress's lovely mouth." She cocked her head and put on an affectionate look. Placing her index finger on his chin she pushed his head up so he could see her face. "Don't be sad Superman," she smiled. "Soon you'll be loving every minute of it. That's what boy toys are for." Huntress patted him on the cheek and then drew his trunks back up over his now limp cock before rising off him. She blew him a kiss with her hand and then turned and walked from the room humming happily to herself. The Man Of Steel sat disconsolately his head slumping back onto his chest as he heard the sound of the door closing.