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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 9: Smoke and Mirrors: Pt. 1

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Superman awoke from a restless and disturbing slumber. Trails of perspiration lined his forehead as he abruptly sat up in bed. His dreams, no more like nightmares, had been filled with a woman tormenting him- mocking him and overpowering him while he remained powerless to stop her. Her face remained hazy in his memory though he could still clearly see the strange, luminescent dragon amulet she had used dangling above him- weakening him more and more by the second.

Luckily it had all been merely a dream. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt around next to him on the mattress. To his surprise his hand felt nothing but the cool mattress.

“Lois?!” he called out in the darkened room. “Lois, where are you?”

There was no response.

As he shifted and threw the sheets off his body, he heard and felt several small, light objects slide off the covers and hit the floor. Alarmed, the Man of Steel reached over to the unfamiliar nightstand to his left. Wait, where the hell was he? This was not his bedroom. He pulled the short chain on the cheap looking green shaded lamp, sending a swath of light flooding over most of the room. To his further astonishment, he has decked out in full costume. Though he would conceal his costume underneath his civilian clothes, he would never go to bed in them. What was going on here?

With is bewilderment growing, he cautiously set both feet down on the floor and knelt to investigate what had fallen. To his surprise he saw that they were photographs- about a dozen of them lying haphazardly about on the worn beige carpet. Superman slowly fished one out of the small pile and held it up to the light. His eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

Immediately, it all came horribly flooding back in an unrelenting tidal wave. It hadn’t been a dream. He remembered every excruciating and sordid detail of what had taken place in the hotel room. The photo very plainly depicted him, naked and unconscious on the bed, with Celeste standing proudly over him with her hands on her hips and her foot resting on his chest. A bright smile adorned her absolutely beaming face. It was almost like she had conquered some large wild beast in the forest and was playfully showing off her prize. Superman threw the photo onto the bed in disgust, causing it to land face down. Then something about it caught his eye.

On the back of the picture was a message written in black marker that said:

“Thanks for a great time, Supershit. Hope Lois doesn’t find out.”

XOXOXO From all the Girls.

Superman was beside himself with anger, embarrassment, and frustration. They had bested him yet again. He rifled through several more of the photographs. To his growing fury, they all showed him in humiliating and compromising positions. One showed a naked Celeste in the act, straddling his cock and fucking him while he had been out. In another she had one hand wrapped around his cock while smiling toward the camera.

Then he remembered that the photographs were far from the only proof and documentation of what had happened. Superman frantically scanned the room but the cameras were long gone; along with the footage that could destroy him. Even the stockings she had used to bind his arms to the headboard were gone.

Seething with anger, Superman scooped the photos up and thoroughly crushed them in his ironclad grip before incinerating them into ashes with heat vision. He dumped the blackened and charred remnants in a waste basket and headed for the door. However the suddenly ringing phone on the nightstand stopped him in his tracks. Reluctantly he grasped the receiver and put it to his ear.

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At an Undisclosed Location

“Ooohhhh…mmm…that feels so good,” moaned Supergirl as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

She shifted position slightly on the plush leather couch.

“Ooohhh, you’re doing a wonderful job, Robin.”

“He certainly is a quick learner isn’t he?” Lasso Girl commented with a smirk. She watched with utter amusement at the sight of the Boy Wonder’s head lost beneath Supergirl’s blue skirt and buried deep between the heroine’s creamy thighs. “The potency of Celeste’s spell seems to be quite powerful. He has been totally compliant ever since she defeated him.”

“Yes, you are obeying your mistresses very well, Robin” commended Supergirl. “I had no idea you could use your tongue so well and with such fervor. Keep it up and I just might let you clean the bottom of my boots with it as well. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yes, mistress,” Robin dutifully responded between breaths. “Whatever you ask of me I will gladly do.”

Lasso Girl stood behind the Girl of Steel and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It makes me feel so good to see you back at your rightful place beside us, Kara.”

Supergirl smiled proudly as child being praised by a parent.

“Thank you, mistress.”

“But now we must move on to more important matters. Did you tell your former friends what I instructed you to?” asked Lasso Girl. “Did you tell them where you had supposedly last seen the Boy Wonder?”

“Yes,” nodded Kara. “Everything is going according to plan. Batman sent Nightwing out to where I told them and exactly where you wanted. He should already be on his way there.”

Lasso Girl grinned as she tenderly brushed the back of her hand against the girl’s flushed cheek. She could see precisely why Alexandra was so attracted to her.

“Excellent. Then I guess it would be rude of me if I didn’t send a welcoming party to entertain him.

“What about Superman, mistress?” the Girl of Steel asked excitedly. “Please say that we are going to crush him next. It makes me all tingly just thinking about him groveling at my feet again.”

“All in good time, Kara” reassured Lasso Girl. “Celeste is taking care of him for now. But don’t you worry your pretty blonde head. You and I have a date with different but equally entertaining prey.”

“Mmmmm…” Supergirl moaned suddenly. She closed her eyes and gripped the arm of the leather sofa as she climaxed directly in Robin’s face. Her entire body shuddered with unabashed pleasure and satisfaction. When she finished she placed the bottom of her boot against the Boy Wonder’s head and rudely shoved him away like a toy she had become bored with.

“Great timing, mistress” she said with contented sigh. “I think I’m ready to play with something new.

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The jet black motorcycle raced down the bustling streets of Metropolis, weaving expertly in and out of traffic. The sun was setting over the horizon causing the endless rows of towering street lamps to flicker to life.

Nightwing cut across two lanes and down an exit ramp, ignoring several angry car horn blasts. He glanced down at the motorcycle’s sophisticated GPS screen. According to Supergirl’s directions he was very close to his destination.

This was the old section of Metropolis where all sorts of lowlife riff raff usually called home. It was a world away from the gleaming skyscrapers of steel and glass that people usually associated with the City of Tomorrow. Rows of dilapidated and seemingly forgotten homes and businesses stood on either side of the empty streets as he let off the accelerator.

Then he saw exactly what he had been searching for. In the distance, looming over the entire area like a rusting golem was a towering Ferris wheel. It sat in the middle of a long abandoned amusement park and was a reminder of when the area had seen brighter times.

Nightwing flicked off the headlight about a block before the entrance and then cut the engine completely as he came to a stop. He walked the motorcycle to a nearby boarded up ticket kiosk to stash it for the time being. Though with as much ground as he had to cover it would’ve been much easier to use the motorcycle, he couldn’t risk alerting any potential hostiles with its obvious noise. Stealth would be a much more effective tactic.

Using the night shadows as cover, the masked superhero swooped into the park to begin his search for Robin. Old broken down carousels and wooden roller coasters eerily creaked and groaned as he made his way past. The place seemed totally empty with no sign of the Boy Wonder to be found. As Nightwing edged toward the middle of the amusement park, the deathly silence was shattered.

A familiar and mocking feminine laughter thundered over an ancient speaker system. Nightwing froze in place, desperately trying to spot the source of the disruption. It seemed to come in every direction making pinpointing its location all but impossible.

“Welcome to our little party, Nightwing. You’re here looking for your little Birdie friend, aren’t you?”

The masked vigilante clenched his fist tightly. There was no mistake. That voice belonged to none other than Lasso Girl’s henchwoman Tangle.

“Where is he?!” he yelled loudly into the darkness.

“Now, now that’s no way to ask a favor from someone. But since its been a while how about I be a good sport and show you because otherwise you might be here all night.”

On cue bright flood lights flashed on, pouring light on the area around a large building up ahead and clearly marking its entrance.

“Go ahead,” echoed Tangle’s disembodied voice. “He’s in there. But I suggest you hurry up if you want to find him still breathing.”

Not willing to call the villainess’ bluff, he dashed off to what was obviously some sort of trap. As Nightwing came to the tall, arched entrance of the aluminum sided building he spotted a sign that read “Funhouse” in faded and red and yellow paint.

From the entrance a long, narrow corridor, covered in graffiti, stretched into the distance. A row of dim lights along the floor faintly illuminated the path ahead. He cautiously picked his way inside, preparing himself for whatever lay in wait. Just as he had made it halfway down the winding tunnel he heard a whirring sound followed by a heavy crash behind him. A thick steel door had come down blocking the way he had come in along with his only certain exit.

“Oops, we wouldn’t want you to try and leave so soon after coming in,” mocked Tangle. “But I’d hurry I were you.”

Reluctantly Nightwing pressed on. Though he could see no cameras or speakers he knew that she was somehow monitoring his every move. Eventually the floor dipped down to a steep slant and led to a small circular opening in the wall up ahead. On his hands and knees he crawled inside the tunnel which even a small child would have to duck to pass through. After slogging about halfway down, yet another metal door slammed behind him blocking off the entrance.

Tangle’s voice abruptly reverberated throughout the enclosed space.
“Oh, Nightwing, you look a bit tired,” she commented. “Why don’t you take a break from your search and sleep>/i> on it.”

Immediately the cramped tunnel began filling with a sweet smelling white gas. His mind started spinning. He coughed as the gas began seeping into his lungs. At this rate he would be overcome by it before reaching the end. But he would not be put down so easily. Training with Batman had taught him to be prepared for almost anything. The superhero frantically ripped open a compartment on his utility belt, pulling out a transparent bubble like mask with a slim cylinder attached to it. The device fit snugly over his mouth and nose and allowed him to breathe deeply as fresh oxygen filled his lungs.

“Oh, clever move,” the villainess remarked. “But I wonder how long your good luck will last.”

He ignored her verbal jabs and pressed on.

After crawling on his hands and knees for what seemed like an eternity, Nightwing at last reached an opening that lead into a rather cavernous room. As he stood up and stretched his body he came face to face with himself- or rather dozens of twisted and distorted reflections of himself. Some made him appear short and fat while others stretched his appearance tall and thin like a piece of taffy. To his chagrin he realized it was a maze constructed entirely out of funhouse mirrors.

“Tick, tock, hero,” teased Tangle. “Time is running out for your little birdie friend- though if you hurry you might be able to join him as one of our new pets.”

“Don’t count on it, lady!” Nighwing shouted as he hurried into the maze. “And I promise that before I rescue Robin I’m taking you down for good!”

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“Did you enjoy the little photo album I left for you, Superman?”

He couldn’t believe she could be so brazen as to call him after what she had done. If he could’ve reached her through the phone he would not have hesitated to do so.

“Celeste?!”

“Oh good you remember me,” she said with chuckle. “I have some important things to tell you, Superman, so listen up.”

“There is no way in hell I’m going to let you get away with this!” he spouted angrily.

“See that’s where you are wrong, Big Blue. It seems like you’ve forgotten about a certain little videotape in our possession starring you. You’re not going to do a damn thing or else I’ll release the footage to the media, every news station, and not to mention the internet. How would you like your little sexual escapade to go viral on the web with millions not only seeing you humiliated but finding out your secret I.D. as well. Oh, and before you make any more threats; if anything happens to me or if you try to get the police or any of your cape wearing friends involved to try to help you, there are multiple copies that’ll automatically be released, got it? Can you just imagine how many super villains would target you and especially your loved ones if they knew your secret identity?”

It was true. His enemies would be lining up around the block to not only take a shot at him but everyone he held dear- including Lois. His hands were tied.

“Why…why are you doing this?”

“Well among other reasons, Lasso Girl is paying me more money than I could ever dream of,” she answered happily. “And don’t tell her this but I’d probably even do it for free since I’m having more fun than I’ve ever had in my entire life. I mean to get the chance to not only defeat but to utterly humble and destroy Superman and Clark Kent is an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”

“What do you want?” he asked with a growing feeling of dread.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. You’re going to do whatever I tell you like a good little bitch from now on whether you like it or not. I’m in the driver’s seat now. Whatever I say you’ll do- if I tell you to jump you say “how high?”. And don’t even think about telling anyone else about what’s happened here- not even your wife Lois. Got it, big man?”

“Yes,” he answered with a heavy sigh.

“Good. I guess you could say that I’ve got you by the balls figuratively and literally now,” laughed Celeste. “And I’ve got some grand games in store for you, boy scout, so you’d better play along. Oh, and see you at work tomorrow, Clarky. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

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End of Chapter 9

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