[WARNING: This story contains, bondage, discipline, explicit sex, and non-consensual sex. If you are easily offended, stop reading now.]
[This story is intended as a parody. The characters of Supergirl, Superman, Lex Luthor, and Mercy Graves are owned by DC Comics.]
[This story uses the version of Supergirl from the early Superman comics, where she was Superman’s cousin and had the same powers and similar costume. I used the Lex Luthor who was considered a rich philanthropist by the public but known as a villain to the heroes.]
Lex Luthor walked about the room, surveying its contents. On the surface, this could have been any number of rooms LexCorp had around Metropolis, designed and prepared for clientele with certain “special” needs and desires. And, like those rooms, there were hidden surveillance cameras throughout: Lex never missed the opportunity to have anything that could give him an edge.
“Mercy, what are the final results of the testing?” Lex asked his assistant.
Mercy Graves answered, “It came through with spectacular results, Mr. Luthor. We’ve already yielded a 300 percent profit on the initial development costs.” The tall brunette known as Mercy stood behind her boss, waiting for him to speak before answering. She was in many ways like Lex Luthor: skilled, brilliant, ruthless. Unlike her boss, Mercy was a follower, ready to do what was required of her at a moment’s notice. This made her a great assistant; an ideal bodyguard (there her martial arts training helped); and for this plan, Lex mused, a partner.
“So everything is ready for phase two?”
”Ready when you are, Mr. Luthor.”
And Lex smiled.
High above Metropolis, Supergirl soared among the clouds. “I know Kal-el had to leave Earth for a while, but still!” complained Kara to no one in particular. Five days ago Superman had told his cousin that he was needed in deep space – something about Brainiac – and he asked Kara to keep an eye on Metropolis for him. Since then, the city had been caught up in crime after crime. Several Cadmus agents had tried to steal a prototype of an experimental jet. Street thugs had gotten bolder, committing crimes in public without Superman around to stop them. (“They still got stopped,” Supergirl thought, a smile coming to her face.) The Parasite’s attack on the Daily Planet, thwarted just a few minutes ago, had almost finished the Maid of Might. Now, with the purple menace behind bars and Metropolis calm (according to her super-hearing), Kara went for a nice, peaceful flight on the way back to her apartment. The wind blew her long blonde hair and red miniskirt back, and she stretched her arms ahead of her, trying to push the tension away.
“Enough,” concluded Kara, making a 90-degree turn down to her apartment. A final burst of super-speed so no neighbors would notice anything, and she was inside her apartment. Kara was already listing her activities: a hot shower, a long sleep, reading the latest…
“Hello, Supergirl.”
Supergirl spun at the sound of the female voice. She must have been tired, not to have heard the intruder or to have checked the apartment. Fortunately, she knew the intruder and knew that she was in no danger.
“Mercy!” yelled Supergirl. “What are you doing here? Lex still has you doing futile errands?”
“’Futile’ isn’t the word in Mr. Luthor’s vocabulary,” Mercy shot back. “And as you can see, I came prepared.” Mercy pulled out a taser and pointed it at the “S” on Supergirl’s chest.
“Is that all you have?” answered Kara, laughing. “Tell Lex he needs to get some better hardware from his wareho---“
Supergirl’s comments were cut short as a series of small bursts erupted around her. She looked around, feeling weak and noticing the green clouds coming from the corners of the room. Kryptonite! A moment of panic set in, but Supergirl had faced this before. A quick burst of super-breath would take care of this.
Before she could inhale, though, Mercy’s taser struck Supergirl in the chest. “Aaaargh!” screamed the heroine, as the electricity stiffened her muscles at the same time the kryptonite was weakening them. Supergirl turned to the window, but before she could take off a flying kick from Mercy sent the heroine into one of the green clouds. Supergirl tried to rise, but before she could move Mercy was on top of her, wrapping an oxygen mask over Supergirl’s mouth. The gas quickly filled Supergirl’s lungs, and she made one last struggle to escape before slumping down, unconscious.
Mercy smiled, then spoke into her wrist radio. “The package is secure,” she reported. “Make the pickup.” With that, she started rolling the heroine in a rug from the apartment, waiting for the men to bring her to Mr. Luthor.
Supergirl awoke slowly, feeling… strange. Her mind was filled with vague, half-remembered erotic images: herself being tied, taken by a man, straddling two men, whipped and spanked, surrounded by men… She tried to grasp these images, to keep what they were, but they fled from her mind as she tried to recall them.
Supergirl also felt a strange pressure in her head. She reached up to massage her temples, only to find that she could not move her hands. An attempt to move her legs was also futile. Supergirl looked around, taking stock of her situation. She was stretched out on the floor. Thick metallic clamps completely encased her upper arms, and another set covered her feet, going up to her ankles; she could turn a little left and right, but no more.
“At least all my clothes are on,” she thought, recalling all the super-powered perverts who wanted to get inside her panties. Looking around, the room itself appeared to be very simple -- no furniture, no visible door, no windows or view of the outside – but if it was that simple, she would have escaped in a heartbeat. Supergirl focused her eyes, but her x-ray vision revealed nothing; she tried to listen, but no outside sounds were audible. She could be in a basement in Metropolis, on the far side of the moon, or even on Apokalips, for all she knew. What was that red glow in the room, though? And what was with her head?
“Conscious – right on time!” Lex Luthor said, laughing as he entered the room, hands behind his back. Superman’s nemesis was impeccably dressed, as always, wearing a suit and tie, designer shoes, and a look of triumph on his face. Supergirl knew he loved to gloat – Kal-el had told her how it had led to Lex’s defeat on more than one occasion – so she decided to use that to her advantage.
“Lex Luthor,” Supergirl replied, “I should have known. So, what does Metropolis’ “most revered’ businessman want with me? Another attempt to conquer the world? Or is this a try at luring Superman into one of your fiendish traps? He’ll come for me, you know, and you’ll wind up in jail!”
“Will Superman come for you? I believe he will,” Lex answered, “and I am fully prepared for that. Before his arrival, though, I expect to have a little fun. Feeling submissive?”
“I’ll never submit to you, Lex!” Supergirl shouted at him. “You’re not my type,” she added with a smile.
Lex returned her smile: “I am every woman’s type. As for submitting, the groundwork has already been laid. Did you have any interesting dreams earlier, hmm? While you were out, you were fitted with some special goggles and earphones, designed to provide subliminal signals to people with the enhanced senses of metahumans like yourself. You’re actually quite ready to submit to me. All you need to do is speak the trigger words.
“Whenever I make an acquisition, I have my new employees address me a little more formally. I have certainly acquired you, Supergirl” – he ran his hand down from her neck to her cleavage, making Supergirl squirm in an attempt to move away – “so all you have to do is say the words “Mr. Luthor’ and you will be mine. So what say you save me a little time and address me properly?”
Supergirl stared: How could he think that she, the Maid of Might, would submit to a villain like him? “I don’t think so, Lex!” she shot back. “I’d sooner die.”
“You know,” Lex replied, “they refer to orgasms as ‘the little death.’ Speaking of which…” He walked to a corner of the room, and returned with a small cylindrical object, about eight inches long. “LexCorp is always expanding its business base, and in the past five years we’ve made great strides in the sex-toy industry. And you’re about to get a free sample!”
He knelt down next to the heroine, lifted Supergirl’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and with a quick thrust slid the toy inside the heroine’s vagina. Supergirl inhaled quickly, and her mind felt the images from her dream coming back to her. But she steeled herself, made her mind as clear as possible, and soon she felt in control again.
“This,” Lex explained, “is one of our most advanced models. Not only is it remote controlled—“ Lex clicked a button and the device hummed to life, causing Supergirl to stiffen– “but its sensors let it respond to the wants of the person using it. What do you think?”
Supergirl thought the device was starting to speed up inside her, but she told her captor “I think you ne—need to turn yourself in.”
“Not today, darling. However, I’ll leave the two of you alone for a while.” Lex turned around and left the heroine. “By the way,” he added on the way out, “remember those sensors I told you about? I programmed your vibrator not to bring you to climax. After all, you haven’t earned it yet. Ta ta!”
Supergirl cursed Lex, and looked around, seeking a way out. However, the device was speeding up inside her again. She lifted her hips up and down, hoping to shake the nefarious toy out of her. But Lex had pulled her panties over it, holding the vibrator deep inside her. As the pushed her hips up and down, the vibrations increased and she imagined a strong lover, pulling her to him, trying her up and ravishing her. She tried to resist, but the vibrator increased its force and she began to pant. She thrust her hips up, felt, her nipples stiffening, and she imagined her captor inside her, he was---
The vibrator stopped.
Supergirl almost yelled in frustration. She was sure Lex was listening, though, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she flexed her muscles, concentrating on escape. Her concentration was shattered, though, as the sex toy buzzed to life again. This time she tried to remain still, but as the vibrations grew she felt the desire growing, felt herself getting wetter. She began clutching the device with her pussy, clenching and releasing, but before she could get off the device clicked off again.
Supergirl felt frustrated. Not only had Lex planned this, but she suspected he had barely begun. “How long will he leave me like this?” was the last thought she had before the sensual torment began again.
The next morning Lex and Mercy returned to the special room, to find Supergirl still writhing on the floor. The sex toy had worked perfectly, keeping the heroine on the edge without bringing her to a climax. Her bonds prevented her from touching herself, or turning to rub against the floor, and she was unable to get the toy deeper inside her with her pelvis. Supergirl tried to stop when the two entered the room, but her body kept trying for more pleasure.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Lex said. He reached into Supergirl’s now-soaking panties and slowly removed the device. Supergirl moaned, wanting to be freed, wanting Lex to touch her.
“So, Supergirl, it will only take two special words for you to become a very satisfied woman,” teased Lex. “What do you say?”
Supergirl was tempted; but she could never let Lex know that. “I think it’ll take more than your toys to change my mind.”
“I have a lot more than just toys,” shot back Lex, “but they can be a nice addition. Mercy, if you would?” Mercy knelt down, pushing buttons that unlocked the clamps around Supergirl’s ankles and wrists.
Supergirl saw her chance. She launched a kick at Mercy – not too powerful, she didn’t want to kill the woman – but Mercy simply blocked it with a karate move. “What the?” exclaimed Supergirl: She was almost as strong as Superman, yet Mercy seemed unfazed! Mercy smiled, then grabbed Supergirl’s cape and tied it tightly around Supergirl’s wrists. Another button was pressed, a cable lowered from the ceiling, and Mercy looped the end of the cape around the cable, tying it tightly. The cable then lifted, retracting towards the ceiling, stopping when Supergirl’s feet were barely touching the ground. She struggled, but her own cape bound her wrists together high above her head. Her legs were stretched to their limit, and she stood on her toes to relieve the pressure.
“Don’t bother to try and escape,” explained Lex. “While you were here for your first visit, the room was flooded with red solar radiation. It’s wonderful for the pores,” he chuckled, “but not so great for metahuman abilities that come from the rays of a yellow sun. Your powers will return, but only at a rate I choose. Of course, you can always speed up the process by calling me ‘Mr. Luthor,’ hmm?”
Supergirl shook her head, in mute protest. She knew Kal-el would make it here, and he would rescue her. Then the two of them would take care of Lex!
“Ah well, one can dream. Right now, though…” Lex walked to the side of the room; Supergirl tried to watch him, but Mercy grabbed her chin, keeping Supergirl staring forward. When Lex reappeared in front of the heroine, he was holding a scissors.
“I think you’re a little…. overdressed, don’t you?” asked Lex. Before Supergirl could answer, he grabbed the neck of the heroine’s costume and yanked it down. Supergirl tried to turn away, but Mercy grabbed her legs, lifting them off the floor. Supergirl tensed, her arms suddenly taking all of her wait, while Lex cut a straight line down Supergirl’s top while Mercy yanked at her boots. Soon Supergirl’s top was gone (except for a thin blue circle around her neck, keeping her cape attached), and since she’d never worn a bra, relying on the invulnerable aura extending to her clothing, she was topless before the villain. “Exquisite,” commented Lex, looking at her lustfully before bringing the scissors down to her skirt. Very soon the red skirt and matching panties were lying on the floor, as were her boots, and Lex stepped back to admire the hero. Ironically, the only clothing left on her was keeping her tied and unable to escape. Lex whispered something to Mercy, and she stepped behind the heroine.
“What now, Lex?” asked the naked heroine. “You going to take some naked pictures of me? Sell them to increase the LexCorp stock value?”
“Don’t be crude,” replied Lex. “It’s just that with a body like yours, so much clothing is a sin. Now, I believe I told have a name to call me?”
“I can think of plenty of names for you,” spat back Supergirl. “How about bARRRRRHH!” Her insult turned into a yell as she was suddenly struck from behind, her buttocks lashed hard. Supergirl looked back, seeing Mercy standing wielding a long, thick leather whip. Mercy lifted her arm, and Supergirl tensed.
Right before the next blow, she felt Lex’s hand pressed against her crotch, his middle finger pressing though the yellow hairs to rest at the entrance to the entrance of her pussy. The touch felt instantly gratifying, but before she could respond Mercy cracked the whip against her. Supergirl moved forward, instantly impaling herself on Lex’s digit.
“Look at me,” Lex commanded, and Supergirl turned to stare at him. Her breathing was already heavy, and she saw Lex as not only an enemy, but a handsome man. He twisted the finger inside her, and when the whip struck again Supergirl pushed herself forward, taking more of him inside her. As Mercy kept up the beating, Lex bent down, kissing Supergirl’s breasts as he finger-fucked her. Supergirl was panting now, her body warm and tingling. Lex was sucking her nipples, alternating between them, and his finger moved deeper every time Mercy used the whip. Supergirl was panting, the pain overwhelmed, absorbed by the pleasure. She was ready to climax, she was…
“Stop” shouted Lex. Supergirl wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, but Lex stepped back from her, removing the pleasuring digit from within her. Mercy also stopped, and Supergirl wished for the whip, wanted to feel the leather cracking against her, driving her crazy. Lex was breathing hard, and he pushed his moist finger into Supergirl’s mouth. She smelled herself on him, tasted herself, but before she could protest she sucked her juices down.
“Not bad,” commented Lex as Supergirl sucked on his finger, “perhaps you can show me what else you can do with that mouth. What was it you wanted to call me?”
Supergirl was so lost in her erotic pain that it took a moment for her to think about what Lex said. Then she remembered why he was doing this, that he wanted to control her, and she pushed his finger out of her mouth. She shook her head, mutely resisting him.
Lex sighed: “About what I expected. No matter. Mercy, prepare her.” Lex stepped out of the room, and Mercy began to rummage through the chest behind the heroine.
It was hours later, and Supergirl was still staring at her reflection. Mercy, undoubtedly obeying her boss, had dressed up Supergirl in a new outfit. “’Dressed’ may be overstating it,” thought Kara, looking at her new outfit. She was now wearing a red garter belt and blue nearly-transparent bra, almost a parody of her former outfit. Mercy had then slid back part of the wall, revealing a full-length mirror. The Mercy left, leaving Supergirl staring at herself, her cape still binding her hands high above her, wearing clothing that was barely there.
Supergirl’s mind raced as she saw her centerfold-type image. She had never enjoyed being whipped before, but now she kept thinking about the sensation, the warmth spreading from her buttocks. More than that, she remembered Lex: his finger touching her, his mouth on her. She knew it was the conditioning, but she imagined kneeling down before him, taking him in her mouth, deep inside her…
Without warning, the chain from the ceiling began lowering. Supergirl found her feet on the floor. She began struggling with the knot Mercy had made out of her cape. Before she made any progress, though, the door slid open and Lex and Mercy rejoined the captive heroine. Mercy again moved behind the heroine. Lex began, “I hope you haven’t been lonely here, Supergirl.”
Supergirl blushed, thinking of the x-rated thoughts she’d been having (or had Lex planted them in her mind?) at her near-naked reflection. “I managed to keep myself occupied,” she replied as coolly as possible. “Now if you would be good enough to let me go, I can socialize a bit more.”
“That’s half what I had in mind,” answered Lex. “I suspect you will be prove to be quite… social. But you really can’t entertain like this, so Mercy, if you would?” In almost one motion, Mercy had undone the cape from Supergirl’s wrists and, almost immediately, replaced it with two thick cuffs, about three inches long, that snapped closed on her forearms. Supergirl pulled at them, but these new bindings were connected to cables in the floor. Further, the cables were retracting to the floor, pulling Supergirl down. She prepared to kneel, but a sweeping kick by Mercy had Supergirl’s legs flat in front of her; the cables stopped with a few inches of leeway: Supergirl was on her back, able to move her arms about two feet off the ground, with her cape trailing behind her.
“Ah, that’s much better!” Lex gloated. “Unfortunately, while you certainly seem to be the exhibitionist, my friends are a bit more shy. Fortunately, I have just the solution. If you would, Mercy?”
“Certainly, Mr. Luthor,” Mercy answered almost automatically. She grabbed the end of Supergirl’s cape and slowly began wrapping over Supergirl’s eyes. The horizontal hero tried to turn away, but in her position she could do little more than flail about. Mercy looped the cape around again, this time a bit lower. After several wrappings Mercy tucked the end beneath a lower layer, her work complete: The cape formed a tight red covering, encasing Supergirl from her nose to the top of her head. She tried to use her heat vision to burn through the binding, but the red sun radiation had left her powerless. Supergirl parted her mouth, breathing deeply, wondering what was next.
She didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as Mercy made the final touches, more footsteps entered the room. Supergirl tried to count – what that three more people? Four? – but was soon distracted by the rustling of clothing. She heard a pile of clothing fall near her feet, and then strong hands rested on her thighs. She felt a man’s lips kissing her thigh, then moving inwards, and a masculine moan came from down there as a smooth tongue teased the hairs of her vagina. Supergirl tried to stay still, but the tongue began caressing her, moving up and down, and very shortly the man and the heroine were both making noises together. His tongue pressed deeper, starting to separate her nether lips, and Supergirl pressed her body up to the unknown man.
The cunnilingus was so exquisite, Supergirl almost didn’t notice the sound of motion above her. She felt the heat of a man by her neck, then the tip of a penis pressed against her mouth. She put her tongue towards the unseen prick, tasting the man while someone else pleasured her with his mouth. Supergirl licked more, feeling the cock harden, and she had the desire to take him in her mouth, to pleasure him as she was pleasured, to feel him ejaculating in her mouth, down her throat. She pushed her head forward, but there was a tapping at the floor and the man moved away from her mouth. Supergirl sighed, in disappointment at the missed opportunity and from the increasing pressure of the tongue between her legs.
Motion above her. Another man – “The same one?” wondered Supergirl silently – was rubbing her breasts together. Then she felt a cock, hard and moist (“It was the same one!” she realized), settling between her breasts. The man rested his hands on either side of Supergirl’s bosom, squeezing her breasts together around his cock. He began sliding himself up and down her body, her heat and tightness making him pant. Supergirl pressed up, feeling her pussy and tits being pleasured at once. Her breath came harder from her mouth.
Hands grabbed each wrist. Supergirl looked to either side in a futile attempt to see these new men. Each one took the heroine’s fingers and wrapped them around their cocks. Supergirl wished she could see them, see who she was pleasuring, and she clutched the male members in her hands, jerking them at the same pace as the man between her legs and the one between her breasts. She felt wanton, the focus of all their attentions; she was going to come, she was going to climax as they did…
“Say ‘Mr. Luthor,” demanded the voice from between her legs. Lex punctuated his demand with a long, deep lick that rubbed deep inside her. “Say it and you will come.”
Supergirl wanted to, but she knew if she did all was lost. “No, no…”
“Very well.” Lex snapped his finger and instantly all the men removed themselves from Supergirl’s body. She shook her head from side to side, wanting to feel them, to get them off, to have them get her off. She tried to focus, to stay still… What was that noise?
She knew the answer as, from above her to the left, a man groaned and Supergirl felt a stream of semen splash against her breasts. The thick liquid felt cool against her hot body, and she pressed towards the man. Another one came on her from the other side, then the cape around her eyes darkened as that man jerked himself off over her head. She recognized Miste--- Lex’s voice as he climaxed, splashing down over Supergirl’s vagina and belly. Supergirl pulled at the bonds in frustration: She knew she couldn’t give in to Lex, but she imagined her hands stroking the men off, imagined Lex taking her…
There was a rustling of clothing, then the footsteps headed towards the exit. Before the last one left, though, Lex said, “Mercy, be sure to clean up our guest – she has a very special visitor arriving shortly.” Had Mercy been there? Did she Supergirl being used – and wanting more? As the now-sticky cape was unwrapped, Mercy simply smiled at the heroine. Then Mercy took a soapy sponge and began to prepare the heroine for whatever was next.
After Mercy had cleaned Supergirl and replaced the sticky lingerie, she had bound the heroine’s hands behind her back and led the two of them into a new room. Lex Luthor was sitting, as if royalty, in a high-backed chair. He wore a silk robe, exposing muscular arms and a broad chest; Supergirl had never seen him so undressed, and she felt admiration at his physique. She shook her head, reminding herself that she was a prisoner, his prisoner, and this was part of the conditioning he’d inflicted upon her. The room had a large mirror to one side, and a whole wall was occupied by a monitor screen.
“Glad you could join us,” smiled Lex. “I thought after your visit from my friends, you would prefer a more familiar face. Never let it be said that Lex Luthor is not accommodating. And so…” He pushed a button and a door slid open.
There stood Superman.
Kara thrilled to see her cousin. His uniform alone reminder her of his strength and righteousness, and he always defeated Lex. “Superman, help!” she shouted to him. “Lex drained my powers and used some sort of mind-control device on me. Stop him, and then get me some clothes! You need to…”
In a red-and-blue blur, Superman was right in front of Kara. He reached back and easily snapped the cuffs open. “Thanks, Supes,” a grateful Kara sighed. “Now take care of Lex!”
Instead of moving, or responding, Superman just stared at her. “What’re you waiting for?” asked Supergirl? “You need to stop him!”
Lex made a small noise, and Superman moved – quickly embracing his cousin. He pressed her lips to his, and Supergirl gasped in surprise. She tried to push him off, but Superman was apparently at full power: He held her easily, sucking on her lips and neck as she batted at his chest and shoulders.
From the edge of the room, Lex Luthor laughed. “I told you that my subliminals were tested on metahumans like yourself,” he explained, “and who is more like Supergirl than Superman? It was easy luring the big Boy Scout into space, and between a little kryptonite and a lot of training, he’s now the perfect acquisition. Perfect in more ways than one, actually. Strip, Superman!”
“Yes, Mr. Luthor,” Superman replied, and in a blur he stood before Supergirl, completely naked. Supergirl knew she shouldn’t respond this was to her cousin, but he was an absolutely amazing physical specimen: muscular, tall, perfect posture, and a cock that was growing by the second.
“Mercy, come over here,” Lex ordered; and she did. “Mind you, it took a good bit of training to get Superman in shape. Fortunately, I had some expert help. Mercy, pleasure me while Superman gets our guest ready.” Supergirl watched Mercy kneel down next to her employer, unzip his pants, and remove his cock. She immediately took it inside her mouth, pumping her head over her.
As Mercy began to fellate Lex pushed a button. Instantly the TV screen came to life, showing Superman tied, spread-eagled and naked. Supergirl tried to turn away, but Superman grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her in the air, holding her facing towards the screen. She saw Superman, tied spread-eagled with dark goggles over his eyes, headphones over his ears. The image changes, and Supergirl saw her cousin, still bound and deprived of his senses, as Mercy stroked and sucked his penis.
Supergirl sighed, from the sight – and because Superman now had his mouth on her sex. He groaned, pushing her tongue into the heroine, as she saw Superman now freed, thrusting again and again into a woman beneath her. Supergirl shuddered, imagining that it was her Superman was taking. The images changed, and Supergirl felt like she was watching a porno Superman was making: He pleasured two women, three, four, his mouth and hands and cock everywhere.
Luthor groaned, “Next phase!” before focusing again on Mercy and her mouth. Superman dropped Supergirl down, catching her as she faced him, and he effortlessly spun her around. Supergirl’s back was facing Superman’s chest, and her legs wrapped around his buttocks instinctively for support. Superman grabbed her waist and turned the two of them so they faced the giant mirror.
As soon as Kara saw their reflection, Superman began pushing Supergirl forwards and back. She rubbed along his cock, feeling its length and almost impossible hardness. Supergirl watched herself, wanton and dressed like a porn star, as a perfect man held her tight. He moved her further up and down his cock, and Supergirl moaned, needing him inside her. She tried to push herself onto him, but he kept her firm, not quite letting her far enough ahead to enter her. He kept rubbing her along his shaft, and Supergirl felt wetter and wetter. “Please,” she whispered, “Kal-El, please take me,” but he paid her no heed and kept repeating the movement, pleasuring her but not enough, not nearly enough.
A snap from the room got Kara’s attention; Superman’s too, as with a burst of speed he and Supergirl both stood before Lex.
Lex had his hands on Mercy’s head, holding her tight. His face was tense, and Supergirl knew he was moments from his own climax. “Do you want to feel Superman inside of you?” he asked with a strained voice?
“Yes,” groaned Supergirl, already imagining him taking her, ravishing her.
“Do you want to feel him come in you?”
“Yes!!!!”
“Then ask me properly, Supergirl.”
Supergirl sighed, wanting nothing but to be satisfied, to be penetrated over and over. “Please let him fuck me!”
“Not good enough.”
Supergirl cried out with frustration. She was on the verge of orgasm, so close… “What do you want?” she yelled, rubbing as hard as she could on the cock beneath her.
Lex smiled, a mixture of pleasure and triumph. “’Please let him fuck me’ what?” he said.
“PLEASE LET HIM FUCK ME MR. LUTHOR!””” she howled and as the words came from her lips Superman pulled back and thrust hard into Supergirl’s vagina. She felt overwhelmed by pleasure, dominated and enraptured as the massive cock stretched her, filled her, and her mind gave in to a delirium of sensation. Superman pistoned in and out of her, his hands pulling her deeper on her.
Lex snarled, pushed Mercy off him, grabbed Supergirl’s hair and pulled her to his dick. “Yes Mr. Luthor,” she moaned, taking his cock deep inside her mouth. She sucked him hard, swallowing as hard as she could, and Lex straightened and came just as Superman did. Supergirl spasmed, her body overwhelmed by a massive orgasm, feeling Superman exploding in her pussy while Lex spent himself in her mouth. She thrust and sucked and moved and tightened as much as she could around both of them, draining them both, pleasuring them as they pleasured her until all three sagged, exhausted and spent.
Lex reached down, lifting Supergirl’s head so she faced him. “You see?” he asked, “I told you Superman would come for you.”
Lex Luthor was on a conference call with several LexCorp division heads: “So the phase converters will be installed in Tokyo, then sent to Moscow for calibration, then sent to our distribution center in Australia. We should have the whole line running within the month. Anything else I need to know about?” A few more matters were raised, Lex handled, them, and the call was through.
Lex sat back, happy. Business was at an all-time high. His former rival was now an incredibly valuable asset: With Lex’s mind and the Kryptonian’s physical abilities, the sky was far from the limit. And as for entertainment…
Lex swung open the door and called to his new secretary: “Kara, I’ll need seven copies of the Niven contract on my desk within the hour. And tonight will be a special session; be at my mansion at eight.”
From her desk, Supergirl thought about the previous “special sessions” Lex had her attend. Did he want to tie her up and take her? Was Mercy going to have her S&M toys? Did he want Superman to take her? Would Lex invite some new friends over? Or did he have something else new, another surprise she never expected?
”Yes, Mr. Luthor.”
And she smiled.