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Thanagarian Discipline	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 12313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Thanagarian Discipline”

Written and Edited by R.S.

Disclaimer: The Justice League and all related characters are owned by DC Comics. I do not own, nor am I making any profit from them.

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Beads of sweat dripped down from Superman’s forehead. The glaring red sun lights were beaming down on him relentlessly. He pulled at his shackles but it had no effect. Normally the Man of Steel would’ve been able to snap them effortlessly, but the red solar radiation emanating from the lights had rendered him powerless and weak. He scanned the rather cramped prison cell, searching for something- anything that would allow him to escape, but there was nothing.

Superman still couldn’t believe that Hawkgirl had betrayed them. Her people, the Thanagarians, had come to earth to supposedly protect it from an invading alien race called the Gordanians. It was all a lie. The Gordanians were no where near earth, and the Thanagarians were not building a force field to protect the planet as they had said initially. Instead, they were going to use the earth as a jumping point to maneuver behind their enemy’s defenses- only the earth would be destroyed in the process.

Superman tried to use his x-ray vision to look through the wall over to his left but it was a futile attempt. He knew his fellow Justice Leaguers were also being held prisoner in the neighboring cells. Still, every time he thought of how Shayera had turned on them, it made his blood boil. She had been spying on them for years; even going as far as revealing their individual weaknesses to her superiors, making the League’s easy defeat possible.

The Thanagarian forces had used some sort of kryptonite laser beam to incapacitate him initially, but now the lights were keeping him that way. Superman finally sat down on the hard floor of his cell having exhausted seemingly all avenues of escape.

“Finally given up?”

He turned his attention toward the voice. Standing outside his cell was a female Thanagarian soldier dressed in a white officer’s uniform. Superman recognized her almost immediately. He and J’onn had been helping her construct part of the supposed force field generator right before Batman had found out the Thanagarian’s true intentions. During the ensuing battle she had destroyed the Javelin preventing the team from coming to Wonder Woman’s aid at the Watchtower.

“You and your people are not going to get away with this, Paran” he stated with controlled anger.

“We already have,” she replied. “With you and the rest of the Justice League out of commission, we have a clear path to complete the hyper space bypass.”

Superman stood up. “But you’ll be killing billions of people! Doesn’t that matter to you?”

“Your people. Well, Earth people anyway. I don’t see why you care so much, kryptonian. Besides, it is not our fault that Earth’s forces and people were so feeble and easily subdued. Not to mention how archaic their technology is. The way I see it, we are doing this planet a much needed favor by destroying it.”

“Why you!” Superman shouted angrily, pulling against his restraints.

It brought a slight grin to Paran’s face watching him lose his temper. She would see just how far she could push this one. To Superman’s surprise, she pressed a few buttons on the control panel outside the cell and lowered the force field around it. She stepped in to the cell, just out side of his reach and stood there, looking him over- almost as if she were sizing him up.

Watching her stand there, she reminded him a lot of Shayera, except for the colors of her attire. The helmet she wore was white and gold along with the skin tight uniform that exposed her smooth, flat tummy. In fact, from what he could tell, the woman’s entire body was taught and nicely toned-even down to her ample, firm breasts.

“And what are you going to do about it, hero?” she said mockingly. “Look at you. The great Superman, the savior of the planet, captured and bound like stray dog.”

“Turn off these red sun lamps and I’ll show you what I’ll do.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Paran Dul reached behind her back and detached a cylindrical baton-shaped object from her utility belt.

Superman knew exactly what it was. He recognized the weapon from before. She had used it to somehow incapacitate and defeat J’onn. She would’ve finished the job too, if not for the Flash stopping her.

“I thought you were a warrior race. You need to use a weapon against a shackled man?” he asked.

An evil smirk spread across her lips. “No, you're right” she answered, setting the weapon on the ground next to her. “I believe I can do this myself.”

Paran reached over to the key pad to her right, pressing a sequence of buttons. Superman was shocked as the locks on his metallic shackles were released. They fell harmlessly to the floor.

“Now then, “super man”, let’s see if you have a true warrior’s spirit,” she said.

Superman readied himself as best he could as Paran slowly approached him. She stopped just about a foot in front of him. He really didn’t want to fight or have to hurt a woman, but since this seemed his only chance for escape, there wasn’t any other choice. His legs were still a bit wobbly beneath him, due to the glaring red sun lamps, but he had to hope what little strength he still retained would be enough.

Superman drew his fist back and swung at her with everything he had. She easily ducked under his punch and countered, ramming her knee into his gut. He doubled over in pain as she backed up, measuring him for her next attack. Paran pulled her leg back and connected her boot to his chin sending him stumbling backward.

“Is this the best that Earth’s mightiest hero has to offer?” she laughed.

Now, Superman was angry. He charged at her head on, but she side stepped, grabbing his arm and flipping him onto his back. Paran placed her boot on his neck and firmly pressed down. “You are pathetic. I’d be willing to bet even a young Thanagarian girl in training could best you.”

Superman was having a hell of a time trying to breathe in his current position, but he was not about to give up. He took a hold of her foot with both hands and twisted, catching her by surprise, and making her fall.

He got back to his feet and stood over her, still catching his breath. “It’s over, Paran.”

She was still lying face down and wasn’t moving. This concerned Superman, thinking he might have made her hit her head on the concrete. He bent down over her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t--”

Paran surprised the Man of Steel as she quickly flipped over and rammed the weapon she had placed on the floor earlier, into his chest.

“Gaaaahhhh!!” Superman cried out in pain. The rod sent excruciating currents of electricity-like energy through his entire body. He recoiled and had to brace himself against the wall to remain standing.

“Foolish, man, the first rule we learn in combat training is to never underestimate your opponent or…..” She quickly rushed forward and jammed the device into his abdomen. “…to quit until you are sure he is down!”

“Aaarrghh!!” The Man of Steel screamed in agony as she lay into him, pressing the tip of the rod harder against his body. The entire cell lit up as the bright energy from the weapon did its damage.

Finally, she pulled back, and Superman fell heavily to his hands and knees. She walked around beside him and viciously kicked him in the ribs as he grunted in pain. “You are defeated,” she stated matter of factly, crashing the tip of her boot into his side once again. “Now, you belong to me. I will teach you how a prisoner should behave.”

Paran began removing her helmet, gauntlets, and the rest of her uniform. Through blurry eyes, Superman helplessly watched, noticing as she let down her shoulder length raven hair. For the first time since he had known her, he was able to see her face. She had intense, piercing green eyes and was actually quite attractive. He also noticed her body too. It was an incredible sight to behold, from her nicely molded breasts to the rest of her fit physique. She paused for just a moment and stared into his eyes with a grin on her face.

“What are you-” he began.

“Shhh,” she placed a finger on his lips, “prisoners are not allowed to question their keepers.”

The Thanagarian woman situated herself over his face and crouched down with his head between her knees.

“Lick me, slave” she ordered.

Superman hesitated and Paran sighed. She took the baton and reached back pressing it against his barrel chest. “I see you have not learned your lesson well enough,” she said with dismay as he cried out from the abrupt jolt. “Now, let’s begin again. I want you to lick me and make sure you do a good job, you sorry bastard. Otherwise, you’ll receive another shock.”

This time Superman obeyed her command and began licking her fragrant pussy. Before long, he could hear her moaning above him. He hated her and himself for what she was forcing him to do, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he found the situation arousing. Paran’s moans became louder and more frequent as the minutes passed, and Superman continued dutifully pleasuring her.

“Ohhh, you are doing a wonderful job, my pet” she praised in between heavy gasps.

Superman could barely hear her words of encouragement though, as she pressed her thighs tightly together, trapping his head between them. It was dark and growing hotter by the moment. The Man of Steel was finding it increasingly harder to breathe, but still he never ceased what he was doing.

His tormentor let out one last cry of ecstasy and her entire body began to spasm as she climaxed. He felt warmth and wetness upon his face then finally fresh air as she removed herself from him.

“That was excellent,” she smiled. “I think you are finally learning your place here. Now, I hope you are prepared for the final lesson.”

Superman gasped as she roughly pulled the bottoms of his costume down, wrapped her hand around his cock, and began tenderly stroking it. Next, she took him deeply into her mouth, bringing him erect. He groaned with contentment despite himself, feeling the moistness of her tongue as she teased his manhood. Then Paran straddled him, sliding his cock inside herself, and began fucking him. She rode his rock hard erection gently at first, then sped up as she went on. Superman closed his eyes, enjoying the experience. After the beating she had given him, this was quite a way to make up for it.

“Mmm, does it feel good?” she asked. He moaned again. “I guess so.”

Superman was beginning to feel the on coming of orgasm when he felt something else. He opened his eyes again at the searing pain coursing through him. Paran had grabbed her weapon and was zapping him with it again, not even missing a beat while still sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy.

“Gyaahhh!!”

“That’s it, baby, that’s right,” she said with a sadistic smile on her face. “Scream for me!”

And he did. Paran quickened her pace, fucking him harder and harder until her cries mixed with his and echoed around the walls of the cell. She selfishly brought herself to orgasm several times without allowing him even one. When she was done, she dismounted and stood proudly over him-naked and glistening with sweat. With her hands on her hips she triumphantly rested her foot on his chest.

“I hope you enjoyed your lesson in Thangarian discipline,” she grinned. “I know I did.”

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