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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 8: School Girl Crush

Written and Edited by R.S.

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“What the hell is going on here, Celeste?” Clark demanded.

“Why nothing at all. I just wanted to talk to you in private,” she answered calmly.

She parted her long gray trench coat in the middle and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor, revealing a stunningly elegant black dress underneath. It was low cut with spaghetti straps and clung seductively to her curves, displaying her figure spectacularly.

“Do you like it?” she asked innocently.

Clark couldn’t help but stare. He allowed his eyes to gradually savor and drink in the fetching display. The slinky dress, the stunning green eyes, and the long, cascading chestnut hair left him completely dumbfounded. It was several moments before he realized what he was doing and his better judgment took over.

“Wait, I don’t understand what’s going on here,” he said finding his voice. “When we talked on the phone I thought you were in some kind of trouble. Didn’t you say that someone was after you?”

Celeste leisurely crossed the short gap between them, a devious grin on her pretty face.

“Oh, Clark, you poor thing- I think you’re confused.”

She motioned toward her chest, collecting his gaze with a wave of her hand. He immediately noticed a sky blue pendant, in the shape of a dragon, hanging tantalizingly in her deep cleavage.

“But don’t worry-I have all the answers you’re looking for right here,” she said softly while holding the necklace up by the chain with her slender fingers.

The dragon pendant swayed from side to side in slow sweeping motion. Clark found his eyes inexplicably drawn to the small trinket, following it without hesitation on its steady path, unable to look away. It began to glow and gradually increased in brightness giving off a pleasant, icy blue radiance. The light seemingly enveloped him, instilling an unparalleled feeling of warmth and comfort in his soul.

“That’s it…just look at my pretty pendant for me,” she cooed. “The longer you look the harder it is for you to turn away. Every muscle in your body becomes more relaxed with every breath you take. And each passing second leaves you more captivated than the last.”

Clark found himself listening intently; hanging on the girl’s every word. Her voice, at the same time so soothing and melodic, yet firm and authoritative, was mesmerizing.

“You can see something within the pendant’s light now…”she continued. “Something that is unbelievably fascinating…a sight that you can’t live without setting your eyes upon. You can’t see it yet, though you desperately need to and want to. Isn’t that right, Clark…or should I say Superman?”

His mind abruptly woke up from the confusing haze. With great effort, he snapped out of his peaceful reverie and backed up a step.

“What did you just say?” he asked in shock.

The girl’s expression suddenly darkened as an unnerving feeling of foreboding filled the small hotel bedroom.

“With those super senses of yours I’m pretty sure that you heard me,” she responded coolly. “But it’s already too late for you. You’re mind and will belong to me. Now get down on your knees for your mistress, Superman.”

Her command resonated from deep inside him, pulling at him with an almost irresistible force. It echoed repeatedly and intensely, ricocheting around in his skull like a pinball. He could already feel his knees starting to buckle and bend. Then his actions inexplicably ceased. He strongly wanted to obey her yet an inner voice, equally as powerful, kept telling him not to. A back and forth tug of war initiated silently in his mind. The inner struggle took several seconds to play out before a winner emerged.

“N-no,” he finally managed to say. “I won’t do it.”

“You’re resisting me?” Celeste said with noticeable surprise. “Hmm…very interesting indeed. Your famous strength of will and determination is even stronger than I’ve been lead to believe, Superman. I can’t control you as easily as every other man I’ve encountered, but it doesn’t matter. I have another course of action to take and I have no problem resorting to a different tactic.”

“Give it up, Celeste” he shot back, breathing a little heavier than usual. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry,” she said unflinchingly. “You won’t.”

He could still feel a lingering effect from his earlier effort to break the trance but it would hardly be a hindrance. She was just a young girl after all. How hard could it be to quickly subdue her?

However, as he reached out for her, the pendant lit up once again, throwing its blue light directly on him.

“Aaghh!” he recoiled and tried to shield his eyes.

He immediately began to feel light headed, his senses dulled.

“What’s wrong, Clark?” she asked knowingly. “Are you feeling a bit under the weather? Maybe a little weaker than usual?”

He felt his strength slowly evaporate. Her beguiling voice was seemingly robbing him of his powers. The room began to spin slowly around him on a carousel without end. The great, bulging muscles of his usually powerful physique seemed frozen in place with his chiseled arms hanging uselessly at his sides like lead weights.

With his strength fading by the second, his legs started to feel like rubber and were barely able to support him. A heavy dark fog settled in his mind, in a disorienting tempest. The unyielding blue light from the girl’s amulet continued to engulf his being, washing over him as well as the entire half of the room. It shined without pause, nearly blinding him.

“Ugghhhh…” he groaned loudly and stumbled back a few steps, bumping into the large bed in the middle of the room.

“Oh, Superman- so strong and powerful in every way,” teased Celeste. “But still only a man- and one that is easily defeated and tamed by a superior woman!”

The cunning villainess pressed her index finger against his broad chest and pushed. The superhero toppled backward, as easily as a leaf, before landing heavily onto the bed. He couldn’t move. The pendant was sapping and draining him too quickly, turning his body into a living statue, practically frozen in place.

“Well would you look at that! I have more strength in one finger than Superman has in his entire body!” she laughed loudly. “You never even saw this coming did you?”

“W-what are you doing to me?” he asked weakly.

“My amulet is working in unison with the magic potion still within your body,” she explained with a grin. “It’s drawing all of your powers out of you. You have no hope of fighting against or resisting me now.”

“Y-you put it in my coffee…” he started then trailed off.

Celeste applauded loudly as the light from her amulet finally died back down to a faint glow.

“Congratulations, you’ve finally caught on. Yes, I put a small dose of magic potion in your coffee. It was colorless, odorless, and tasteless even to you and it was of my own concoction. It was supposed to take effect whenever you really needed to use your powers hence the crippling pain you felt when trying to fight off Lasso Girl and Alexandra. But that’s not all the potion was supposed to do. If you had been a good boy, taken a few more doses, and not found out about it so soon, then you wouldn’t be able to use your powers against us at all.”

Superman couldn’t believe how easily he had fallen into their trap. Even an amateur should’ve been able to see this coming, he thought. He pieced together all the clues and tell-tale signs from the past couple of weeks and suddenly everything matched up. She had known exactly when Lasso Girl had planned to rob the Gem Depository and break Alexandra out from prison and had dosed his coffee accordingly- bringing it to him right before the events both times.

The villainess stared arrogantly down at the helpless superhero, watching with delight as he strained to lift his head and make his limbs cooperate.

“Now let’s see here. What kind of thing really turns you on, Supes? What can I do to spice things up a bit?”

She looked up thoughtfully, touching her finger to her chin.

“Leather and whips? No. Busty French maid? No…”

Her face suddenly lit up and she returned her compelling green eyed gaze back to him. “No, none of those will do. But I think I know what you will enjoy, Mr. Kent.”

Celeste stood back and opened her arms a shoulder length apart, beginning a solemn chant. The crystal necklace seemed to respond to her actions, this time glowing with a bright crimson hue. After uttering a final short incantation and with a wave of her hand, Celeste’s attire began morphing and shifting before his very eyes. The black dress she wore began fading and dematerializing. Bright sparks of white light filled the immediate area obscuring her momentarily as shadows danced over the walls and ceiling in a warped parade.

Superman’s eyes widened as he tried to scoot his head further up on the pillows for a better view. Gradually the sparks fizzled out revealing, at first, only a silhouette outlined behind a wall of rapidly dispersing gray mist. As the smoke cleared, Kal El’s jaw dropped.

Celeste’s entire outfit had changed. The dress was gone. In its place was the shortest navy blue pleated skirt he had ever seen and a tight midriff bearing short sleeve white blouse. A few of the top buttons were undone revealing an enticing sliver of marvelous cleavage as well as the pendant that was still stealing away his strength. The shirt just barely covered her breasts and also showed off her smooth, flat tummy. The skirt was equally flattering, stopping near the very top of her thighs and tight enough so that he could admire the play of buttocks beneath the thin material as she bent and stretched in front of him. A shortened black tie also hung loosely around her neck.

Her long, shapely legs were encased in thigh high white stockings, both topped off with a little white satin bow, adding a quality of innocence and naivety to the outfit. Shiny, black open toe stiletto heeled shoes adorned her feet. She looked like every man’s fantasy- decked out in a naughty school girl uniform.

She smiled at the Man of Steel’s stunned reaction.

“Magic is truly a wonderful thing, don’t you think? Oh, and just so you know there are cameras and microphones situated all around us and they’ve been on since you came in. We’re going to record some good old fashioned home movies!”

Alarmed, Superman visually canvassed the room. He spotted at least four miniature cameras- one situated in each corner, their red lights blinking on and off. Their unflinching cyclopean eyes were trained directly on him with no chance of evasion.

“Now, I think it’s past time we got this show under way,” Celeste said excitedly.

She climbed onto the foot of the bed and began crawling seductively toward him.

His eyes widened with trepidation.

“Wh…what are you going to do?”

Celeste giggled. “Oh, I think you can figure it out. I’m going to make sure that you enjoy it too. And don’t worry about Lois- I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Wait…” he protested trying to buy some time. “You said yourself that the cameras have been on since I came in. Anyone that sees this will know that you tricked me and that this whole thing was a set up.”

She paused momentarily and sighed.

“You really don’t give us enough credit, boy scout. We’re going to edit the video accordingly, of course. And while it would be embarrassing to show how easily you fell into our trap, it will be a hundred times more embarrassing for you when we’re done with this little movie. It’ll make it look like Clark, or should I say Superman, is taking advantage of a young, naïve girl. After all who is going to believe that I could overpower the great Man of Steel? Now be a good boy and play your part.”

Celeste rose up on the bed and planted her feet on either side of the prone hero. Superman stared up from in between her long, sexy legs as she began dancing provocatively above him. She swung her hips and ass around slowly, showing off her body, and allowing him a perfect view straight up her ultra short skirt. Despite the situation, he could feel his cock begin to stir.

“You were right. It was a good idea to meet here, Mr. Kent” she said with a playful wink. “Lois will never find out about what we’re doing. I also dressed up in this school girl uniform just like you asked me to. I hope it’s to your liking.”

She kicked off her shoes and began probing his crotch with her right foot. She smiled, feeling him begin to stiffen as she ran her nylon covered toes up and down his manhood. Superman let out a slight groan, trying his best to resist her advances.

Celeste knelt down, straddling Superman and setting herself upon him. He could feel the weight of her body pressing against his in all the right places and couldn’t help but become even more aroused. She soothingly ran her fingers through his thick black hair, while at the same time grinding her ass against his crotch, allowing time for the amulet to further weaken him.

Next she slid out of her smooth, white stockings and used them to bind both of his wrists tightly together. The material was soft and sensual against his skin as she tied the stockings in complicated knots. She secured his arms above him, anchoring them to the bars of the metal headboard. Superman wordlessly admonished himself while tugging unsuccessfully at his bonds. The girl was silently taunting him once again, knowing he was too weak to break free from even these meager restraints.

“My, my you sure are feeling kinky tonight, Mr. Kent” she commented with a grin while removing his black rimmed glasses. “I mean wanting me to tie you up and all.”

Her hands played over his chest before moving to loosen his tie.

“But I know you like it hard and dirty, Clark” she said slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the broad red ‘S’ emblem underneath. “Or should I say, Superman likes it that way.”

She deviously unbuckled his belt then pulled his black slacks off with one quick motion before tossing them to the floor. A noticeable bulge was now embarrassingly evident beneath his red and blue trunks.

“Mmm…do you have your cock up?” she asked with a smirk. “Is it hard? Let’s have a look.”

Celeste hooked a finger around his waistband and tugged his tights down to his knees causing his cock to flop out into the open. The Man of Steel immediately began blushing and put forth his best effort to suppress his growing erection.

“No need to be shy now,” she commented. “Oh wait, I know something that will help you get over your bashfulness.

The villainess slipped her magic pendant over her head and began slowly running it up and down the underside of his cock. He gasped. It was surprisingly warm to the touch and progressively increased in temperature, stopping just short of becoming uncomfortably hot. He felt a strange tingling sensation growing within him, centering in and around his groin and growing stronger by the second. Superman’s cock then immediately sprang to attention, becoming instantly rock hard. His tormentor’s eyes widened with awe.

“Wow,” said Celeste admiring his full length. “You really do live up to your name.”

She playfully flicked his cock, grinning as it swayed slightly back and forth like a towering oak in high winds.

“What… did you just… do to me?” he asked drowsily.

“It’s really quite simple. With the power of my amulet I can now keep you hard and horny indefinitely. Oh, and I can also deprive you of cumming for as long as I desire. You can’t blow your load until I allow it and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it, big boy!”

She grazed her sharp, nicely manicured finger nails up and down his shaft causing him to shudder from the sensation.

“Lasso Girl was right,” she laughed spitefully. “This great big cock of yours really is your greatest weakness!”

Superman tried to protest but found he was too weak to even form the words. Celeste curled her fingers around his dick, giving him a few deft strokes. Then she placed her thumb over the tip of his cock and began to rub it back and forth over the sensitive slit.

“Oohhhh…” Superman moaned loudly.

Her very touch was arousing beyond belief, turning him on straight away. She had not been exaggerating about the power of her amulet. Superman felt more aroused than he ever had before- even with Lois. He found himself yearning, nay aching, for the girl’s feminine embrace.

The Man of Steel barely even noticed as the beautiful villainess reached over to the nightstand and pulled a small bottle out of the top drawer. It was filled with a thick, slightly orange tinted liquid. She leisurely flipped the top open and drizzled a healthy amount all over the inside of her hands and on his manhood.

A clever smirk formed on her lips as she filled the palm of her hand with this thick cock and started stroking methodically and with purpose. Another moan escaped him, louder this time. Celeste tightened her grip around his shaft and increased the speed of her stroking. The liquid she had used was similar in consistency to baby oil, he realized after a bit, and allowed her hand to slide over his skin with extreme ease. The lubricant only heightened the experience, adding a slightly wet, slick sound as she pumped his cock like a piston.

Superman could feel a growing pressure steadily building at the base of his cock. His every thought was filled only with the desire to climax by her domineering and commanding hand.

“I bet you want to cum soo badly don’t you, Superman?” she cooed.

Her pace quickened even more, rapidly teasing his flesh, and feverishly pumping him toward the inevitable. At the same time, utilizing her left hand, she pressed her thumb firmly against the underside of his shaft at the base of his cock and started a kneading motion- gradually coaxing his cum upward toward the tip. She let her other fingers dangle down and tease and massage his tightening balls.

Superman’s mouth was slightly agape and his eyes closed waiting for the oncoming and inevitable sweet release. Moments passed yet much to his chagrin and surprise it would not arrive.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Big Blue?” she taunted, without missing a beat. “Can’t get your rocks off? Well you shouldn’t be surprised as I already told you that you can’t cum until I say so. And I’m not even close to finished playing with you.”

Superman’s eyes widened with apprehension and an expression of mortification plastered across his face at the realization of her words. His ordeal was far from over.

Time slowed to an unbearable crawl. Minutes seemed to stretch into days as she cruelly hand jobbed him without pause. He was in complete agony from her pleasurable torture methods and could only watch helplessly while she yanked his cock to the point of climax again and again, but denied him at the last instant each time. But due to the effects of the amulet, the longer it went on, the more he wanted it to continue- and the more hopelessly turned on he became.

His only short lived reprieve came when she stopped to lather a fresh coat of the mysterious oil on his manhood before starting again. With her fingers slicked up and sliding over his freshly lubed cock, he felt as if he were going to explode from the inside. He could barely breathe- barely think. Would she ever stop?

Superman was so lost that he almost didn’t realize when she finally ceased. The Man of Steel breathed a long, deep sigh of relief. His manhood was throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably. He felt exhausted and was panting like a dog in stifling summer heat.

Celeste giggled. “Look it’s turned a nice purplish color!” she said pointing to his still rock hard erection. “Hmm…let’s see if I can help you out with that.”

The villainess rose and stood off to the side of the bed. She seductively began shedding her schoolgirl uniform, starting by unbuttoning the top, then shaking her tight ass a bit while shimmying out of her pleated skirt. With hands on shapely hips, she stood proudly before him, completely nude.

Superman’s mouth dropped to his chest at the sight of her marvelous naked body. He watched in stunned silence as she climbed back onto the bed and straddled him once again. The dragon pendant dangled ominously between her bare breasts, ensuring he remained weak and compliant.

“If you enjoyed that last bit, then you’re going to absolutely love this!” she informed him.

“Please…don’t…” he breathed feebly.

“Oh I love it when you beg,” she teased. “And there’s no need to worry. I already told you before that I’m going to make sure you enjoy it.”

She sensually slid him inside her and began slowly riding his enormous cock with vigor. He tried to fight her off with every last ounce of his being, but it was a lost cause. He was a prisoner- trapped in her tightness with no hope of escape and falling more in more into her thrall with every passing moment.

“You are weak, Superman, so very weak and powerless against by body,” she purred seductively. “But you like it don’t you?”

Superman’s body betrayed him. Ashamed, he breathlessly answered with a ‘yes’ and let out a long moan that left no doubt about his utter enjoyment. He had never felt such sinful pleasure in his life. His gaze was glued upward, looking longingly at her supple and toned physique. Her full, pert breasts bounced in a steady rhythm as her body rocked up and down above him. Celeste sucked his cock inside her pussy again and again with no regard for Superman’s ever increasing urges.

When he felt he was going to come, she stopped and began kissing the nape of his neck before moving to his lips. She fleetingly brushed her sultry lips against his and darted her tongue into his mouth. After a bit of cajoling he began kissing her back. He was completely lost now to his sexual desires and had forgotten about the ever watchful cameras long ago.

After a bit she pulled back from him and licked her lips with a smirk of pure satisfaction.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” she commended. “Keep this up and I just might decide to let you cum after all.”

Then she started again.

She fucked him nonstop for over an hour, selfishly bringing herself to orgasm several times without allowing him even one. He listened time after time as her sexy and passionate cries of pleasure echoed around the room after each orgasm while he continued to suffer still unable to cum. She purposefully worked him into a maddening sexual frenzy, the likes of which he had never known. She took great delight in making him aware of each time she came, while not allowing his own congested and backed up balls even a moment of relief. He hated her with every fiber of his being- yet deep down, whether it was the power of the amulet or something else; he didn’t want her to stop.

“Mmmm…keeping you hard and horny inside of me is even more fun than doing it with just my hands,” she commented wryly. “And I must say that you fill me up like no other man ever has. At least your big horse cock is good for something. You should really see the pathetic look on your face though, Superman. In fact I’ve been wondering if I should allow you to come at all. Maybe I should just leave you like this, hmm? No wait, I have a better idea. Why don’t you beg me to let you cum?”

He had no choice. It was either stoop to this or endure more of her sadistic sexual torture. Even though he hated himself for doing it, he was out of options.

“Please…” Superman reluctantly whispered after a long pause.

“What was that?” she asked cupping hand to her ear. “I don’t think I heard you. Fine if you don’t want this to end any time soon then…”

“No…” he said, slightly louder this time. “Please…let me…cum…I can’t take it…”

Celeste threw her head back and laughed triumphantly.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Look at you- so pathetic and weak! I’ll bet no one would believe that the great Superman could be utterly defeated by a teenage girl and then have him helpless and begging for it to boot. You are absolutely pitiful! But I guess I’ll allow you to cum. After all we have to make a good show for the cameras, don’t we?”

And with that Celeste began riding his cock with a renewed determination. Her magnificent body, glistening with sweat, began going up before repeatedly pounding back down onto him. With his last reserves of strength he began thrusting his hips upward further impaling her on his manhood.

“That’s it, Superman! Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!” she cried loudly

With his teeth gritted the Man of Steel could not help but obey.

The villainess smiled above him. She was not done toying with her prey just yet.

“What’s the matter, big man?” she queried knowingly. “I thought you wanted to come.”

“I…still…can’t…” he breathed.

“Aren’t you going to cum for me?” she asked as her pussy lips ceaselessly massaged his cock. Hmmm?”

“I…”

“When are you cum?” she taunted again. “When? Now? Don’t keep me waiting, slave. Don’t tell me this is all the fuck you have in you.”

Finally the dragon pendant began glowing once again. It was like a switch had been turned on in his body. Superman felt the dam break- felt it at long last give way and then shatter as the unstoppable and unyielding pressure in his balls and base of his cock were finally allowed to release.

A visceral, primal scream left his mouth as he erupted, shooting rockets of hot semen into her awaiting pussy time and again. Their cries of ecstasy intermingled and filled the room as they came together repeatedly. She continued fucking him for a while longer making sure he was totally spent and that every last drop of cum had been drained before at last dismounting him. Celeste stood over him completely naked, with her hands on her hips.

“Well that certainly was fun,” she said with a smile. “You performed wonderfully, my pet.”

She slipped the amulet over her head and placed it on the pillow next to him. Even now he could feel the magic charm keeping him weak and wilted.

“This should keep you from going anywhere. Now before I go I want to freshen up a bit. I think a nice hot shower will do the trick.”

She walked over and picked up his slacks from the floor and fished his wallet from the back pocket before completely emptying it out.

After tossing the empty wallet onto the bed, she happily held up a wad of cash and several credit cards, waving it arrogantly in front of his face.

“And I think I’ll also go on a little shopping spree later- on your dime of course. Thanks for being so generous, Clarky, and thanks for a wonderful time,” she said happily.

She blew him a kiss before skipping off to the bathroom to take a shower. Superman was completely physically and mentally drained. There was nothing left in him. His eyelids had become lead weights and he could feel the darkness creeping in on him before slipping into a deep slumber.

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