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Girls' Night Out	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 25035 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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: Chapter 8

Written and Edited by R.S.
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Superman awoke with a start. He had been propped back into his chair and tied down to it. Upon taking a look around, he immediately noticed Supergirl was sitting in the opposite corner of the room. She had been restrained in the same fashion, and even though he knew she was awake, her eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Kara, are you alright?” he asked concernedly.

No answer. He asked again, and this time she returned his gaze.

“Kal…” she began. “I-I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s my fault that we’re here. I was so worried. What did they do to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’ve got far more important things to worry about. I overheard Lasso Girl and the others talking about how they have big plans that might be involving more than just Metropolis.”

“I know. She said as much to me earlier.”

Supergirl looked firmly into Superman’s eyes. He could tell there was a fire and determination burning behind her gaze. “We have to stop them, Kal.” She stated firmly. “We just have to.”

“I feel exactly the same, but how are we going to do it? These damn kryptonite ropes keep us weak and our powers drained.”

“Don’t worry I have a plan. They might think they have all the angles figured but there’s something they weren’t expecting.”

Superman looked at her with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

Kara began pulling at her bonds, trying to free her wrists. After several moments the rope began straining as the strands started to stretch and give. “There!” she exclaimed, as the rope finally snapped in two.

“How?” asked the Man of Steel.

Supergirl quickly rushed over to him and began untying his restraints. “Well, as far as I can tell, Lasso Girl used genuine kryptonite in the rope she used on you, but for mine she used some kind of synthetic.”

“Of course, synthetic K doesn’t affect you as it does me.”

“Right, and since there was two of us, that meant that Alexandra had take turns draining our powers…”

“…Which meant that it gave you enough time to recuperate and once you gained enough of your strength back, it was possible to break free since there was nothing to keep your powers suppressed,” Superman finished her sentence. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, now let’s get out of here. I’m not up to full power yet, but don’t worry, I know that Lasso Girl, Tangle, and Alexandra are out for the night so that only leaves Lace to deal with.”

“Thank god. I’m still pretty weakened from before, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind taking care of our one and only guard.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Kara winked at him. She used her x-ray vision, looking through the door to see where and what Lace was up to. “Ok, I see her. She’s sitting at a table reading a book. If we rush her, we’ll be able to easily overpower her and escape.” Supergirl slowly opened the door and led the way as the two heroes quietly snuck up behind they’re unknowing captor.

Superman took a quick look around the large main room, noting the exit door on the far wall. To his relief, there was no sign of the other women. Now, they were only a few feet away from Lace as well as freedom. He nodded to Supergirl as she motioned that she was about to launch an attack, but an instant before she broke out into a full dash, Superman tripped on a stray piece metal lying on the floor. The noise immediately caught Lace’s attention. The raven haired beauty saw the former captives attempting to escape, and sprang into action.

Kal-El couldn’t believe his clumsiness. He could only hope that Supergirl would still be able to subdue her. However, Lace simply ran to a nearby wall and pressed a red button sending a net from somewhere up above landing over the Girl of Steel.

“Trying to escape, huh? Well, luckily we prepared for this and made proper precautions,” stated Lace. She then turned her attention to Superman. “You’re not going anywhere either.” The villainess ran at him and planted a flying kick to his broad chest. In his weakened state, he was too slow to dodge her and grunted in pain before stumbling backwards. She came at him again, kicking him sharply in the stomach then ribs. He managed to block her next blow, and then swung wildly with his own.

The lithe, agile young woman easily evaded his attack, smiling at his feeble attempts. “Come now, Superman, is that all you’ve got?” He didn’t have much of a chance to respond as she unloaded a barrage of kicks, each one hitting its target from his face, stomach, and ribs.
He fell to the ground, clutching his aching sides.

“Lasso Girl and Tangle were right. It IS fun beating the crap out of you!” she laughed. The villainess then stepped back about to launch a final boot to his face.

“Oh no you don’t!” shouted Supergirl as she tackled her. “While you were busy fighting Superman, I was able to get free from that net and now you’re going to pay!”

“Kara, wait!” said the Man of Steel. “We don’t need to hurt her, not that I’d mind too much if you did, but let’s just restrain her and make our escape before the others come back. Let the police clean this up and you and I will take care of her colleagues later.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Supergirl lifted the villainess off the floor, and used some duct tape lying on the table to bind her hands behind her back.

Superman smiled. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here.” They began heading toward the door, when Supergirl suddenly stopped in her tracks. “What is it?”

“There’s just one thing left that I have to do,” she replied. Supergirl abruptly reached back, and to Superman’s shock, she began stroking his cock through his costume.

“Kara…what are you doing?!” he asked totally caught off guard.

“Y’know you were right. This whole situation WAS your fault,” she stated dryly, continuing to fondle his dick.

“Wh-what…” Superman went to remove her hands, but she was too fast. He felt her hand slip under the waistband of the tights, her warm, silky fingers wrapping deviously around his shaft.

“You said it yourself. It’s because you were too weak to save me or even yourself that we ended up in this whole situation.”

“But I don’t understand. What does that have to do…” Superman suddenly felt light-headed. Supergirl took advantage of his momentary lapse and pulled his pants down to his ankles, all the while keeping a slow, steady hand stroking his manhood.

“You ARE weak, Kal, and I’m just going to prove it once again.”

Superman let out a slight moan as a feeling of disorientation replaced the light-headedness. For some reason, he felt even weaker than before- like his powers were being drained away with each stroke.

A cruel smile formed on Supergirl’s lips. “Feeling a little under the weather, Kal? Well, that’s because there’s a thin coating of powdered synthetic kryptonite covering my hands. And it seems to be doing its job nicely. Too bad it affects only you.”

There was a sudden sound of someone clapping off to the left. “Well done, Supergirl.” It was Lasso Girl with Tangle and Alexandra in tow. Apparently, they had been there the whole time watching the events unfold. Kara had been lying about them being away. “You are doing a magnificent job, sweetie.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Wh-why?” Superman gasped. He had to fight for every breath and his legs were starting to buckle. He knew what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so deliciously good that even if he had been able to stop her, he still might not have.

“Don’t be too hard on her,” said Lasso Girl. “Between Alexandra breaking her in, and with a little help from Poison Ivy, she sees things our way now. In fact, you could say that she’s our newest member.”

Superman turned back to face his former protégé. The look of kindness and warmth was gone, replaced by cold, uncaring eyes. He didn’t know her anymore. In a last ditch effort, he tried once again to pry her hands off his cock but she only increased the speed of her stroking in response making him even weaker.

“Would you look at that! The great Superman is being rendered helpless by a handjob,” she laughed cruelly. “Come on, Kal, show all of us again how you like getting defeated by girls!”

“No…” The Man of Steel slowly sank to his knees. His huge muscular arms hung uselessly at his sides. All he could do now was watch while Kara’s soft hand continued pumping the full length of his rock hard shaft. He moaned with pleasure despite himself.

“Ah, that’s it. Give in to me like you did to the others. I can finally see how pathetic you really are and how foolish it was of me to look up to you. I mean look at you. For all your strength and powers you can’t even fight off a few girls!”

Her words cut Superman to the bone, but right now he was too lost in exquisite ecstasy for it to even matter. He could feel his balls tighten as the familiar pressure built up to agonizing levels in the base of his cock.

“Won’t be long now,” she observed with an evil smirk as pre-cum oozed out onto her fingers. Supergirl teased his balls with her other hand and sped up her piston-like pumping with the other. “Mmm, I never thought holding your throbbing cock in my hand with you at my mercy would be so enjoyable. Tell me the truth, Kal. How long have you wished for this to happen?”
Superman was unable to even answer her now, but the look in his eyes said it all. “I thought so. Tell me something else. Have you ever masturbated thinking of me? Wishing it was my hands wrapped around your rod jerking you off?”

It was all true. A fact that embarrassed and humiliated Superman more than anything else he had endured so far. He let out one last loud groan as Supergirl gave his cock a final jerk. Superman exploded, shooting rockets of hot cum into her awaiting hands. “Thanks for proving me right, dear Kal.” She kissed his forehead and let him fall forward face first to the floor. He could hear Lasso Girl and the others applauding loudly and congratulating Supergirl while he struggled mightily to lift himself off the concrete.

The Man of Steel looked up only to see Lasso Girl and Kara standing over him. The former went to deliver the final blow, but the latter stopped her. “No, please allow me,” offered Kara.

“Certainly,” grinned Lasso Girl looking very proud.

Supergirl placed her hands firmly on her hips and looked down at the fallen hero with scorn. “I hope you remember this moment forever, you sad piece of shit, because I certainly will.” The last thing Superman saw before being knocked unconscious was Supergirl’s red boot rushing straight towards his face.

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