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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 7: A Battle of Wills

Written and Edited by R.S.

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At an undisclosed location…

Green Lantern awoke in darkness with a pounding head ache. For a moment he wondered if the room would ever stop swirling. He found that he was sitting on a sturdy metal chair that was anchored to the floor. He shook away the cobwebs and tried to stand but couldn’t. His wrists were shackled together behind him while his ankles were secured to the legs of the chair with thick leather straps.

The ring was gone. Cold grey concrete walls flanked him on three sides and a row of bars faced him. Even in the dim light that penetrated the room, he could discern that he was in some sort of holding cell. An unmistakable feeling of foreboding resonated from every direction.

“Finally awake, huh?”

Bright fluorescent lights, imbedded in the ceiling, flickered to life. Tangle was standing on the other side of the bars with Lace flanking her. The blonde had an unmistakably mischievous smirk on her face.

“Where am I?” he asked.

“You’re in our new and improved hideout,” the villainess answered. “Or to put it another way, welcome to your new home; because you won’t be going anywhere for a good long while. You’re going to be our new pet.”

“Don’t count on it,” he said confidently. “The others will come looking for me when they realize I haven’t reported in.”

The two women exchanged knowing glances and laughed.

“Well sorry to tell you this but you shouldn’t count on being rescued anytime soon,” said Tangle. “You see Supergirl is working for the winning side once again- and she has made sure no one will be missing you.”

“Let me out of here right now!” Green Lantern shouted angrily. “Or so help me I’ll—”

Lace tapped several buttons on a nearby keypad and the cell door slid open. Both women entered, their high heeled boots clicking menacingly on the concrete floor, and took up position on either side of the bound superhero.

“You’ll what?” asked Lace. “That’s big talk for someone in your current position. Besides…without your ring, you’re nothing.”

“Now, now, you two calm down,” Tangle scolded playfully. “Let’s do something to lighten the mood, shall we? We’re going to play a little game with you, Green Lantern.”

Tangle knelt down beside him and reached into a compartment on her belt. She produced a shiny green object and held up.

“My ring!” said Green Lantern with surprise.

“That’s right. And I’m going to be nice enough to let you have it back. See there’s just enough power left in it to allow you to escape- I’d say around about a few minutes worth. Now as I understand it the ring works based on the wearer’s will power and concentration, right? Well, let’s see how disciplined yours is.”

He couldn’t believe it. Were they actually foolish enough to allow him access to the ring? With Lasso Girl or Alexandra around it would be a different story. But with just these two non meta women guarding him, he would be able to overpower them with ease. There had to be some kind of catch.

“What if I refuse to play your game?” he asked skeptically.

Tangle pouted, throwing him a convincing look of disappointment.

“Don’t be a spoil sport, GL. We have Robin here as well and he’s been up for all sorts of fun and games. Besides, if you play, at least you’ll have some chance of escape, right? Isn’t that better than absolutely none?”

He couldn’t argue with that. A slim possibility was better than none at all. And at this point what did he have to lose? He nodded silently in agreement.

As Tangle happily slipped the ring onto his finger, he half expected it to be a fake or have no power left in it at all. However the instant his mind made contact he could tell they had not been lying. Even with only a few minutes of juice left, it would be more than enough.

He closed his eyes and began concentrating, envisioning a set of long handled heavy duty metal cutters. The ring lit up and began forming the tool to enable his escape. But after the beating he had taken and his current less than favorable condition, it was slow going. The handles appeared first, hovering a few feet in the air and casting a soft jade glow around the room.

He could’ve tried to attack both villainesses but there was a chance he could miss, thus wasting valuable power. Any big or complicated objects like ray blasters were out of the question. Besides, even if he did manage to knock them both out it wouldn’t leave the ring with enough energy to free him. He’d still be helpless and chained to the chair.

After several long seconds of intense concentration he finally had it. Now all he would have to do was direct the cutters to the handcuffs around his wrists and snap them. With his arms free he could easily take out his captors then simply reach down and unstrap his legs. This would be a piece of cake, he thought.

Just then he felt a pulling movement on his legs. He opened his eyes to see that Tangle had yanked his tights down past his knees.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked in shock.

Tangle grinned. “I already told you- testing your will power.”

Green Lantern gasped as she took his cock in her smooth, warm hand and began eagerly pumping his shaft. The glowing green construct he had just formed began to flicker and fade. No, he realized in horror. She was trying to break his concentration before he was able to free himself. And each second that ticked by left his ring that much more depleted.

He refocused his efforts, bringing the metal cutter back to a solid, tangible state. It hovered aimlessly in the air until he commanded it to float around behind him to his bonds. But even such a simple task was made multiple times harder with the blonde villainess’ clever distraction.

Tangle gave his cock a couple of gentle squeezes, causing him to squirm in his seat, before going back to her slow methodic stroking. There was no way he could totally ignore the pleasurable torture. For an instant he found himself staring at her- the villainess’ pretty face hovered mere inches from his manhood while her hand moved teasingly over his flesh.

Tangle noticed and threw him a mocking smile.

“You know you can’t do it, Lantern” she teased. “Just sit back, relax, and give in to me. All of you superheroes are so good at that. What do you say?”

Under different circumstances he would’ve heavily considered it, but right now he didn’t have the luxury.

“No…” he responded through clenched teeth.

“Good boy. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me,” she said while increasing the pace of her stroking.

He couldn’t give up now no matter how good it felt- not when he was so close. With great effort he managed to maneuver the razor sharp blades of the cutters over the chains binding his wrists. He willed them open and was about to clamp them down to free his arms but Tangle had other ideas.

She slowly and sensually ran her tongue up the entire length of his cock, causing shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire being. She started at the base then worked her way up the underside of his shaft and finally to the sensitive head. The feeling was electric and caused him to harden instantly.

“Oh god…” Hal blurted out.

Tangle glanced up with a smirk. “Mistress will do.”

And with that she leaned forward, wrapped her sultry lips around his cock, and began eagerly sucking on it. She swirled her tongue around the tip, as if licking an ice cream cone. It took every ounce of will power he had not to break right then and there.

Not content to merely watch the action, Lace leaned down and mischievously vibrated her tongue in his ear. It only added to the hero’s already monumental distractions.

“You’re weak, Lantern…sooo weak and helpless,” the villainous beauty whispered.

He could feel her warm breath against his skin with each word she uttered and could smell her pleasant perfume. Her long raven locks brushed fleetingly against his cheek and neck.

“Your will power is cracking even as we speak,” she continued. “You know that you can’t fight us and deep down you know that you don’t really want to. Just give up…give yourself over to us. It’s so much easier that way.”

Hal tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. Tangle was sucking on his cock so fervently that he almost forgot to take a breath. He watched her head repeatedly bob up and down over his cock. The awesome sensation of villainess’ cunning tongue periodically darting out over his sensitive slit was almost more than he could take. Her sexy muffled moans as she went about her task were mesmerizing.

His breathing had become shallow and fast. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and began trickling down in tiny streams. Precious seconds ticked by. No he couldn’t get distracted- he had to focus.

At his mental command, the cutters at last clamped down on a link of chain and were about to snap it. But another carefully timed oral maneuver from Tangle threw him off. The cutters lost some of their solidity, and instead managed to only slightly chip his bonds. Without the proper amount of willpower channeled into the construct, it would not be strong enough to snap the metal.

“Oops, it seems like your tool is a little limp. What’s wrong, GL, having trouble keeping it hard?” Lace asked mockingly.

She wiped the sweat from his brow, and was amused greatly by the expression of sheer effort and concentration.

“Don’t try so hard, darling. Your puny willpower is nothing compared to the absolute control of a superior woman.”

“Sh-shut up!” he wheezed angrily.

“You know you just want to splooge a hot load sooo badly,” Lace whispered seductively. “So go ahead, hero. Why don’t you let it all out? Let’s see some of that nice, sticky cock cream.”

Though he tried to deny it, Lace’s sexy banter was turning him on even more than he already was. More time ticked by as his construct began fading once more. He started to close his eyes as a long moan of ecstasy escaped his lips. Even he had had his limits. The pressure building at the base of his dick was overwhelming. The crafty duo was slowly but surely wearing him down both physically and mentally.

“WARNING: Ring power levels critical. Ten seconds of power remaining.”

The ring’s sentient computer voice jolted him back to reality. He remembered that he was not the only one in jeopardy. Robin was also their prisoner. He had to get free and rescue him. The thought alone pushed him over the edge. He dug down deep for one last effort. Time was running out. He grimaced, fighting back the overpowering urge to cum. Every thing seemed to halt and play out in slow motion. Tick tock.

6 Seconds.

The cutters opened wide one last time and bit down hard against the chains with everything he had.

5.

The sound of metal starting to give was music to his hears and lifted his spirits.

4.

The link began to warp and bend.

3.

Just a little more.

2.

He had it!

“Ah, ah, you’re not going to escape that easily,” said Lace.

The cruel villainess rammed her knee into his chest at the very last instant. He grunted loudly, the delicate balance of concentration and will power broken. The construct abruptly shattered into the ether and the ring’s light blinked and fizzled out. His shackles remained intact. It was over-almost.

“No…no…” he cried through gritted teeth.

“Oh, yesss.” Lace quipped.

Hal quickly forgot the dull ache in his chest as an unstoppable sequence of events happened. His body began to shake and spasm. His dick was throbbing uncontrollably and his balls tightened. His eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Seconds later, with an echoing moan, he came harder than he ever had, shooting his seed into Tangle’s mouth again and again.

She lapped it up, swallowing every last drop with ease.

“Mmmm…that was tasty,” she remarked, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “But it looks like you lose, Lantern. You were so close too. Oh well, too bad, so sad. Look, you couldn’t even undo one chain, you pathetic bastard!”

The superhero was left panting and completely exhausted. His frustration was palpable.

“Y-you two cheated!” he yelled furiously.

Tangle stood up then rudely backhanded him across the face leaving a noticeable red whelp on his cheek.

“You’re just a sore loser, GL. It’s not our fault your self-discipline is so terrible. But thanks for playing anyway and we look forward to seeing you next time. And take this as a lesson- when you play one of our games, we always win!”

The blonde bombshell gleefully removed the powerless ring from his finger and put it back in her utility belt.

“Hmph…some all powerful weapon,” she said sarcastically. “It can’t even overcome a blowjob!”

The villainess’ feminine laughter rang in his ears long after they walked out and slammed the cell door behind them.

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The Daily Planet

Clark reached over to pick up the ringing phone on his desk and was surprised to hear Celeste’s voice on the other end. She sounded frantic and terrified.

“I’m so scared, Clark” she said sounding out of breath. “They’re after me and I think they’re going to hurt me.”

“Who is trying to hurt you? What’s going on?” he asked, confusedly.

“Please…I don’t have time to explain. Can you come over here and pick me up?

“Where are you?”

She gave him the address.

Clark grabbed his things and took a dozen flights stairs at super speed before hopping into his car. He could’ve flown there as Superman but that would raise far too many questions and probably tip her off to his secret identity. How would he be able to explain that Superman showed up right after she had talked to Clark Kent?

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The whole situation sounded suspicious. He could feel it in his gut- something was definitely wrong. After about a twenty five minute drive, he arrived at the address. It had led him to a seedy hotel in a bad part of town. The hotel’s shoddy sign had seen better days with only a couple of its letters actually lit up and working properly. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot but no one else was around.

He took the steps two at a time and made it up to the open air second floor balcony and stopped at Room #20.

He knocked on the door and waited.

“Celeste, are you there? It’s Clark. Let me in. Everything is going to be okay.”

There was no answer or the slightest hint of movement inside.

He lowered his glasses down the bridge of his nose and peered into the room with x-ray vision. It looked empty. He tried the door and was surprised when the knob turned without resistance. He cautiously let himself in and searched around.

An old, well worn beige carpet and matching walls greeted him. A television with a missing knob sat on a flimsy looking table to his right. Clark peered into the bathroom and flipped on the lights. Nothing. At last he went down a short a hallway to what had to be the bedroom. A dagger of light pierced outward from the room to the darkened hall where he stood. The cheap faux wood door had been left slightly ajar. It creaked noisily as he slowly nudged it open and inched his way inside.

There was a bed with a nightstand next to it and a small closet off to the side but otherwise the room was pretty under furnished. As he maneuvered around the front of the full size bed in the middle of the room, his sensitive ears picked up something that wasn’t there moments before. He whirled around. The bedroom door abruptly slammed shut with a bang. A figure stepped out from behind it.

“Celeste?!” he called out in surprise.

The pretty brunette smiled slyly at him.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Clark. And I guess I should thank you for coming to my ‘rescue’ so quickly. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. You’re always so heroic and selfless after all.”

He nervously adjusted his tie while clearing his throat. What had she meant by that remark?

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” he said trying to play it off. “Anyway, what is going on here? Are you okay?”

She sauntered toward him with a delightfully devious expression adorning her pretty face and began untying the belt around her long gray trench coat.

“Oh, I’m absolutely perfect- much better than you’re going to be, in fact. But now that you’re here I want you to look at something for me, Clark. And then I really think you’ll start to see things my way.”

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End of Chapter 7

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