0 comments/ 4163 views/ 0 favorites Metropolis By: AutumnSummers Beauty & Decay The derelict factory building had been the perfect choice. He had visited the location on a number of occasions, checking its suitability, its safety and of course, the best time of day for the effect he wanted to capture; it was perfect all it needed was the centrepiece. Since they had last spoken occasional doubt had pricked at him, wondering whether she would go through with it, whether it was really what she wanted. He suspected she had hidden her full identity from him and he wondered who she really was that she needed to hide. The squeak of the small metal door set in the larger roller doors of the loading bay shook him from his musing. This was the only available entrance and exit, he had made sure of that and although not visible from his hiding place, was perfectly audible. The high lattice windows were still remarkably intact for the most part and the last rays of sunlight filtered through the thick glass, picking up the dancing motes of dust he had disturbed during his preparations. He saw her at the edge of the light, her pale skin almost luminous against the dark shadows. He watched as she scanned the interior, looking for the area he had described. Stepping into the fading light she walked towards him. He had imagined her in the outfit he had provided but the reality took his breath away. Her bare white skin gleamed against the deep purple of the tightly laced corset, her already ample cleavage enhanced, almost but not quite exposing the nipples. The skirt, individual panels of thick black silk joined at the waistband only, moved as she walked, exposing her white thighs down to the tops of the long leather boots, which laced to her knees. He had picked his stage well, a high barred, steel gate had once separated two areas of the factory, the gate was long gone but the steel bar surround still remained. He watched her dark lips twitch into a faint smile as she saw where he had attached the leather loops, knotted to tighten with a slight pull. Turning, she stepped into the ankle loops, bending to tighten them. Reaching up she slipped her wrists through the leather and jerked to tighten the knots. The pose was perfect, her legs spread wide, forcing the silk panels of her skirt to fall away, exposing her thighs; two panels fell between her legs and if she had followed his instructions to the letter, should now be caressing her exposed flesh beneath. He had placed the wrist loops high enough to force her to full stretch, her long dark hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. Her eyes sought for the source of the sound as he stepped from his hiding place. He said nothing as he approached her, watching her face as she first smiled at him, a slight frown appearing as he did not return the welcome. His own face displayed no emotion, encased in black leather and he saw a hint of apprehension in her violet eyes as she scanned his face, looking for understanding. The mask had been her choice and he had gone along with it, quite enjoying the effect it apparently had. She opened her mouth to speak, to engage him but he merely placed two fingers on her lips, a slight raise of his eyebrows requesting her silence. Parting the silk of her skirt, he reached in; pleased to see her body quiver as his gloved hand touched her naked flesh. He allowed one finger to lightly brush her exposed clitoris, a slight spasm coursing through her body at his touch. Keeping the skirt drawn open and his eyes locked to hers he knelt in front of her, his breath as he spoke teasing her further. 'So far, you have not disappointed me; you have followed my instructions to the letter. Now, are you sure you don't want to change your mind?' he asked lightly as his tongue traced a line from her navel, flicking deftly between her legs. He laughed as she gasped and squirmed at his touch. 'I'll take that as a 'no' then?' Abruptly he stood up, noting the flush of colour starting at her neck. He loved it when there were obvious indicators of his subjects' desire. 'Now, just a few final decorations and we'll start' He drew the metal trolley that had been out of sight towards him, the slight squeak from one of the wheels echoing in the large empty space. He saw her wince at the sound and her eyes widen as she saw the trolley's contents. He was quite fond of his collection of 'toys' and always enjoyed the reaction of a first appearance. Stainless steel glinted in the fading light, rattling slightly with the trolley's movement. For the first time he saw a hint of fear in her expression and it stirred him. With her body pulled so tight it was easy to free her breasts from the confines of the corset, deftly attaching a small clamp to each exposed nipple. She stiffened at the sudden pain, a small yelp escaping before she could stop herself. 'Hmm,' he mused as if thinking to himself 'I had quite forgotten how vocal these things can become...' She saw him reach to the bottom shelf of the trolley retrieving a ball gag which he teasingly dangled before her face. He watched her hesitation as he placed the ball against her lips. Increasing the pressure, he felt her mouth open, accepting the invasion. Standing behind her he fastened the buckles, his voice low, as his breath caressed her neck below her ear. 'Please don't hold back, no-one outside will hear and I love the sound of muffled screams' His tongue tasted her, tracing her neck, down to her collarbone. He smiled as the blush on her pale skin increased. Darkness Revealed He had been right, she photographed beautifully, her supposed helplessness and frailty against a backdrop of decay and twisted metal made for the perfect image. Use of the timer had been inspired resulting in a collection of perfectly caught moments; her head thrown back in a silent scream against the gag, her muscles bunched tight, the red stripes on her otherwise flawless skin, the look of ecstasy as he finally gave her the release she craved. He had promised to show her the photographs as soon as he had developed them, sure digital photography was all the rage but he still preferred the artistry of the real thing and the pleasure and skill in developing your own photographs. Her eagerness to see the images had amused him, her enthusiasm was almost childlike; it had been a fantasy of hers for some time and had been the ideal scenario for her first experience. He started to collect up the additional set of prints he had done for her, and then stopped. Shuffling back through, he found it again, something he had not seen earlier. Deep within the shadows, what appeared to be a face, watching. He was not overly perturbed, it would not be the first time an accidental voyeur had got lucky and it was not as if they were doing anything illegal. Christ, fetish was the new vanilla on the streets in this day and age but it would be interesting to get a clearer look at their audience. It took a bit of doing but the result was finally in front of him, the fact that he recognised the face worried him. Reaching for the scanner, he ran it over the print. A couple of key presses later and his suspicion was confirmed. Worse than the identification was the additional pictures of the rest of the secret voyeur's family; his new playmate was Lady Gabrielle Draegan which suddenly made her reasons for covering her identity all too clear. Out on A limb The session in the factory had left her feeling unnerved, she had never realised her capacity for such a strong response. The intensity of the experience had overwhelmed her, finally making her lose control until she begged him for release. In the days leading up to the meeting she had changed her mind more times than she cared to mention but that uncertainty and apprehension itself had excited her curiosity and heightened her emotions. He had arranged for her to collect his parcel containing her outfit and instructions from relative anonymity of the City Freight Office. She had quoted the reference number to one of the bored looking orderlies and had the package brought to one of the private viewing cubicles; she was glad she had. The package would surely have not gone unnoticed had she returned home with it through the busy streets of Braeburn District. She almost gasped aloud when she saw what she was to wear, his taste was impeccable, the material rich and luxurious. She wondered briefly how he could afford such things and idly contemplated whether he too was hiding something. The thought soon disappeared as she read his instructions. Again, the little flutter of anticipation. Discarding the outer box she repackaged the contents into the leather holdall she had brought with her anticipating its use. She teased herself for the next two days looking at the outfit, fingering the plush material, imagining herself wrapped within its confines but refusing to try it on. It was time, the shadows were starting to lengthen and the outfit and his will lay before her. Delicately she dressed, savouring each item; the restrictive embrace of the tightly laced corset, the caress of the cool silk on her freshly exposed skin, the soft breeze weaving between her naked thighs as she walked. She had almost not recognised the woman in the mirror; a sensual, erotic creature with an air of abandoned wantonness stared back, challenging her, daring her to continue. A willing virgin to be sacrificed on the altar of pleasure. She smiled at the over dramatic image she had conjured; willing? Yes. Pleasure? Most definitely but virgin was stretching it too far, especially considering her lineage. She had found him quite by chance through the new craze that was fast taking hold; social networking and creative forums. A gifted entrepreneur had discovered some ancient writing which when deciphered spoke of such a pastime. Using the descriptions in the old pages he created 'Graffiti' a system whereby people could register an account using a nickname, which was then allocated a locked pigeon hole with a number. Only the Graffiti staff knew which nickname matched which pigeon hole. Members could submit anything for the public Graffiti Boards via the central drop box, it would then be posted for all to read. Anyone wishing to leave a message or comment could submit their missive in the same way, addressing it to the person's nickname. Staff collated all the written slips and posted them to individual accounts. Gabrielle had been thrilled to be able to showcase her work without anyone being aware as to her identity. She used the nickname 'Raven' and regularly found pigeon hole number A91 stuffed with comments on her work; his had stood out. He was Master Wolf and he had commented on all her writing and hinted at the darkness he saw within. Impressed she continued to court his opinions and had finally sent him some of her more personal pieces direct. Finally she needed to hear his voice, to talk to him for real. It had amused her that never once had he asked to see her picture or push her into any further contact than she was ready for; the control was all hers yet he was still pulling the strings and she loved it. Her own kind only took, never gave in such a fashion. Their first meeting had sealed it. They had met at The Underground, one of the many urban clubs in the empty inner city premises of the Streets. History said something dreadful had happened in the Island's past, something that had turned its inhabitants on each other, something that had left death and destruction in its wake. History said the Streets had been home to prowling gangs of pirates, the starving, the dispossessed and diseased; the human fallout of a world gone insane. The area had been left to its own demise and annexed off 'for its own good and the good of the true citizens' so history says. History never did say what happened; only that it did. The Streets, however, were proud of their history and built on the legends, manufacturing urban myth upon lie upon wish until no-one any longer was sure of the truth; needless to say the place now thrived on its own notoriety. A whole sub culture had emerged in the old industrial buildings, the unused basements and underground car parks, the abandoned prisons and asylums. Left alone, they policed themselves, some kind of warped code of honour. The Streets found itself in business as 'True Citizens' knocked on its doors and pleaded for entry to sample the delights on offer, to escape their ravaged existence, for a short while to be free of their burdens. In the new city of the True Citizens rule was harsh, cruel and strict; in the Streets nothing was taboo. The clubs provided social meeting places where deals could be struck and anything you care to mention, exchanged or partaken of. The music was loud and hypnotic, the cavernous rooms were dark, dinghy and anonymous, black market produce freely changed hands with anything or anyone available for a price. Discretion was always assured. The new rulers of Metropolis, the new city, had tried in vain to quash the Streets but they had left it too long, it had grown strong. So the ruling Families made a pact with the Streets' leaders and devised a new set of rules for their own gathered clans. It was four hundred years since the first Families settled Metropolis. It wasn't exactly against the rules for an upstanding member of Metropolis to take refuge in the Streets but there were caveats which sorely depended on social status, gender and marital status; punishment could be brutal. Some of the pastimes available in the clubs however, were completely illegal. The myth of the Streets had drawn Gabrielle from a young age; she loved the beauty in decay, the poignancy of something once majestic, left to rot, to return to the earth's embrace. Like all children of the Families she had been taken to the Streets as part of their education; during attendance at the City University she had been in possession of an ongoing permit to allow her to conclude her studies in Social Anthropology. She had learnt a lot, including the many secret ways in and out of the area. She loved to move, unseen, into the mass of humanity, different voices advertising different goods, different pleasures. The loud throb of the music the hazy neon signs flickering through the thick smoke pall that hung over the area. She knew she had a romantic view of the decay that surrounded her; that real people had to live here and all too often died here, on a daily basis. She also knew that even from her elevated position she could do little to change it So she had chosen The Underground, not only for her own protection but for his. He proclaimed himself a Traveller, moving from city to city, no fixed dwelling house or even a Family Name; he certainly could not be found in her District without the proper papers. During their communications he had regaled her with stories of his travels, of places she had never seen. Making her laugh at his observations, of his descriptions of the people he had met. In person she found him even more enigmatic. They had talked until dawn that first meeting and on several occasions after that; she was thankful for the loyalty of her own house as she constantly snuck back in through the kitchens. Andrew, her butler, had 'clucked' at her a couple of times and raised his eyebrows but she was assured of his loyalty. It was she who had suggested Master Wolf and Raven take the next step. They had never revealed their true identities, she had insisted it was better that way. So he had asked if she was sure she wished to proceed and when she had nodded her consent ,had said he would be in touch but when he did, she would have to follow his instructions to the letter. She had agreed; on reflection, she had mulled over her decision time and again, she had never agreed to anything without knowing what that something entailed in detail. She had smiled as she had seen the area he had prepared for her, it was perfect, he had asked if she minded him taking photographs, she had thrilled to the idea and seeing how he had arranged his stage, she knew she would not be disappointed. She trusted him, knew he would not take her anywhere she did not want to go but that was what scared her; she did not know where she wanted to go or how far. She also knew she could no longer walk away from this side of her nature; one taste would never be enough. She would need to be careful, the risks were potentially huge. Letting Off Steam Steam quickly filled the bathing chamber, softening the edges, writhing and curling in the low light. The heady scent of frankincense and neroli filled the air. Gabrielle smiled, this was just what she needed, to relax and compose herself before returning home. Few homes could afford to have fully immersed bathing facilities, most were fitted with timed shower stalls and allocated a basic allowance dependant on number of occupants; the water was always lukewarm at best and speedy ablutions were necessary if you were to successfully dissipate all remaining soap suds. The bathing houses had sprung up in response, from the luxurious establishments that few could afford to the basic mass bathing facilities that were accessible to the majority. She had deliberately chosen a mid range house where she knew no-one would pay her much attention. If she had attended her regular haunt she was bound to have known most if not all of the other clients and it was not unusual for the ladies to sit talking to each other as they bathed. Her marked body would certainly have prompted more questions than she would be able to convincingly answer. The oils had been a bit of an extravagance, even more so as they had been obtained through other than recognised channels but the scent soothed her and would be worth it just to carry the scent on her skin for the rest of the day, reminding her of her recent activities. She winced as she lowered herself into the hot water, the cuts and abrasions stinging as they came into contact with the heat and oils. The temporary pain subsided to a dull throb as her body became accustomed to the water. Slowly she explored the aching parts of her body, testing the extent of his handiwork. She had certainly gone a lot further than she had expected, forgetting she would have to hide the evidence for days to come. Under the water, her fingers traced her inner thighs travelling up between her legs to the swollen flesh at their apex. She remembered her fear as she had seen the little metal clamps, the wires, the power cell and his indication as to where they were going. She had just become used to the sharp sensation when he had increased the voltage; bastard! She smiled at the memory. Later he had disengaged the wires and attached little leaden weights making her gasp into the gag. She had soon discovered though that if she just moved her body slightly she could set the weights in motion, teasing her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She had been punished when he had realised what she was trying to do; once more a smile curved on her lips. Her fingers had been idly teasing her swollen clit as she reminisced, moved faster, delving deeper as she replayed the various scenes in her mind. She felt her arousal rising, her body heating with the warmth and her longing. Biting her lip she felt her orgasm building, desperate no one should hear her. Her head thrown back in a silent scream as she could hold back no longer. She felt her face redden as the reality of what she had just done hit her; okay, she had a single bathing cubicle but it was not exactly completely private, the walls did not extend all the way to the ceiling and she knew from the overheard conversation from a couple of rooms down, that sound carried. The doors to each room did not even lock, you merely slid the door sign to "occupied", anyone could have caught her. The thought embarrassed and thrilled her at the same time. Metropolis METROPOLIS Outside of the Daily Planet on top of the roof, a disturbance of space and time was occurring and within a blink of an eye, a person appeared. A tall six-foot golden tanned woman with green eyes and a buxom 36D, 24, 34 figure without any clothing stood overlooking the city from the Daily Planet's roof. The telephones at the Planet began to ring with stories of a nude woman on the roof. The police department had been notified and the police were on the roof to investigate. "Lois get to the roof of the Planet and find out what is going on" demand Perry White. Lois looked at her husband Clark sitting a few feet away. "Yes Perry, I am on the way" she responded as she headed into the elevator. Her glance to Clark gave him cause to look upwards and use his x-ray vision to scope out the situation in advance. His x-ray vision confirmed that a tall muscular woman was on the roof and she appeared to be giving the police a difficult time. Clark could not help but notice her well-defined muscular body. "Looks like the police and Lois might need some help," Clark thought to himself. "This is a job for Superman." Clark quickly dashed to an empty office, changed, and flew through a window and up towards the roof. "Where is he?" shouted the woman, "Where is Superman? Earth's champion?" The police had attempted to arrest her but she had easily subdued the four officers. They were no match. As Lois reached the roof, she surveyed the situation and saw Superman approaching and then hovering a few feet away from this mysterious woman. Lois felt a little jealous over this mysterious woman. She was 6 foot a real gorgeous woman, a golden tanned statue of a Greek goddess; almost like Wonder Woman. She was completely naked and Lois felt inadequate. "She must be a model but I have never seen her on any magazines," thought Lois. "Excuse Me," said Superman in a loud voice "but in Metropolis, there is a clothing requirement." "Finally, Superman" said the mysterious woman. "I am sorry," said Superman "but you seem to know who I am but I do not know who you are." The mysterious woman simply smiled and with a leap, she caught Lois and they both went over the edge of the rooftop. Superman swung into action; first grabbing Lois and then the mysterious woman. His arms full, he began a slow ascent back to the roof. As he did, he felt himself weakening. Suddenly, he found himself losing his forward motion. He and the two women in his arms descending rather than ascending, Superman was confused. He looked at the mysterious woman. She had invaded his mind. She communicated with him telepathically. "Hello Superman, my name is Ultra-Woman" said the mysterious woman. "I am the creation of Dr. Ivo" she said. Superman felt a chill run through him. With her statement, Ultra-woman embraced Superman. Her huge breast crushed into his chest. Her hands were caressing his body right in front of Lois. Their skin touched and he felt an invasion of his body. Superman knew he had to get Lois to safety. Lois was jealous. As they descended, Superman had visions of Ultra-woman riding his dick. He tried to shake the images but he could not. Superman managed to land on his feet and he immediately put Lois down but was unable to break the grip of Ultra-Woman. With Lois out of his arms, he could use both arms to try to privy himself free. "Something is wrong" thought Lois. She noticed that Superman was losing his strength. Images were flashing through Superman's mind of Ultra-woman. The thoughts were erotic. He heard her voice inside his head. He could only think of her wet pussy. He snapped out of his mind dream when she suddenly wrapped her long legs around his waist. He could not break free but he as he struggled he noticed the softness of her skin. Her massive thighs and calves were pressing hard and he could feel his abdominal muscles giving in and his powerful legs buckling from under him. "Ultra-woman is as strong as she is beautiful" he thought to himself. Ultra-woman and Superman were on the ground with Superman in the leg scissor-lock. Ultra-woman grabbed Superman by the hair and pulled back his head. Her lips were full and she kissed Superman. The kiss was full of passion. Lois watched in anger as this super-woman kissed her husband. Lois noticed that he was responding to the kiss. Superman cock was turning hard and standing erect, pushing against the material of his costume. He could not believe he was losing control. Ultra-woman placed her hand under his costume and began to stroke the Man-of-Steel's cock. "Hmm, what do we have here" purred Ultra-woman. Her strokes of his cock made Superman go crazy. She knew the exact amount of pressure to put on his shaft and the speed of the stroke. Superman struggled against her touch. Her attack was physical and mental. "No" moaned Superman. "Yes" said Ultra-woman as she smiled and provided him with unmatched pleasure. Jimmy Olsen was outside with his camera was taking picture of this pornographic act; two super-beings entangled with one taking advantage of the other. People gathered to watch their hero. "Don't give in" shouted the crowd. Superman struggled trying not to let her take advantage of him. Ultra-woman looked deep into Superman's eyes, said "Remember me Superman", and vanished. Superman exploded and cum stained his costume. He was on the ground alone. Ultra-woman disappeared. He was embarrassed. Jimmy was still taking photographs. "Jimmy stop" shouted Lois. Superman looked Lois in the eyes, the crowd still watching and he flew off in embarrassment; she had controlled his body and made him cum in public. Later that evening at their apartment, Lois and Clark were having a tense moment. Clark did not want to talk about it and Lois was upset that he had responded to Ultra-woman. "Lois, I don't understand it just like you don't understand it" said Clark. "Yeah, but you enjoyed it Clark" she yelled back. "No, I didn't" he responded back but in the back of his mind, he knew he had. They decided to go to bed rather than continue to argue. In the middle of the night, a flash occurred on the balcony of their apartment. Ultra-woman appeared and pushed the French doors open. She approached the bed and hovered over Clark. She then gently kissed him. Her kiss began to drain his strength but his cock was reacting. Clark began to open his eyes and floating above him, he saw the naked Ultra-woman. Her large beautiful 36D breasts were hanging down towards him. He began to react to her presence. "Don't worry" whispered Ultra-woman "this is only a dream." "Go ahead and touch my breast. You know you want to Superman" said Ultra-woman. Superman thought "It must be a dream because Ultra-woman doesn't know my secret identity." He then looked a Lois who was sleeping beside him. "Don't worry champ. This is only a dream" murmured again Ultra-woman. "I can't because I love Lois," replied Superman. "Love..ha! Try these large melons of mine and you will forget about love," purred Ultra-woman. Her mouth enclosed his mouth and their tongues entangled passionately. Superman felt his cock grow even more excited. He began to caress Ultra-woman's tits. "Damn, they are perfect" said Superman. "Better than Lois's or even Wonder Woman's?" asked Ultra-woman. The mention of Lois' name made him even hornier. Her strong fingers massaged her balls and then his shaft. Superman floated off the bed to meet Ultra-woman midway above the bed. "Look at Lois Superman. You are going to cheat on her" hissed Ultra-woman. She lined up her pussy to his cock and in one swift movement plunged him into her. Her box was hot and wet. The lips engulfed his large cock. She arched her back and road him hard for thirty minutes. He could not believe the heat they were generating. She skillfully massaged his cock with her pussy. It was pure control and pure heaven for the Man-of-Steel. "Don't cum until I tell you Superman," said Ultra-woman. Superman could control his cock and this allowed her to ride him another thirty minutes. "Fuck me Superman!" she whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me and cum in me right here in your wedding bed while your wife is sleeping next to us" said Ultra-woman. Her whispered words were so hot and sexy. They registered deep in his brain and despite the love of his life being just next to him, he wanted to cum in Ultra-woman. "Cum" commanded Ultra-woman and with the command, Superman shot a load. His aching balls released their load. Ultra-woman arched her back and received the plentiful load. She smiled and kissed him and vanished. Clark woke up the next morning and was unsure whether he had dreamt it or whether it was real. There was some cum on the sheets and he figured he had a wet dream. "Made a mess?" said Lois. "Who were you thinking about?" asked Lois. "Come off it Lois, I wasn't thinking of anyone. I just had an organism last night. It is natural" said Clark. Lois left the apartment angry and headed off to work without Clark. Clark was showering and getting ready when he heard the TV news flash a bulletin. "Ultra-woman has reappeared in downtown Metropolis where she has beaten Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and the Martian Man-hunter" the reporter announced. Clark immediately toweled off and changed into his costume. Within a few minutes, he was at the site. There his fellow comrades of the JLA were down. He noticed Lois and Jimmy taking notes and pictures. "This isn't good" he thought to himself. Today, Ultra-woman was clothed but it appeared to be a negligee. It was shear and her large nipples were standing erect at the sight of Superman. Superman was hypnotized by the sight of her body; she was such a beautiful example of womanhood. He had pictures flood his head of the night before whether a dream or not. Ultra-woman immediately began an attack and hit Superman in the stomach. The power of her punch brought him to his knees. "She is more powerful than Doomsday" he thought. He began to get up but she immediately kneed him in the stomach. He fell forward onto his face. He looked up and he began to push himself up with his arms. Before him stood the beautiful Ultra-woman; her breasts were flowing freely, her strong legs stood spread apart a few inches and he could seek her jewel box. The lips of her honey box were swollen and wet. Superman could smell the musk of her pussy. She looked down on him and smiled. "Hello love" she whispered. "No, it wasn't a dream. You gave into me last night," she whispered. With that statement, she grabbed Superman's head and buried it in her pussy. Superman in an attempt to break away put his hands on her ass. He could not help but notice that her ass was perfectly round and hard and that her skin was soft. He was lost in his thoughts until he heard Ultra-woman's voice. "Lick my pussy Superman" said Ultra-woman. She said it loud enough to be heard by the gathered crowds, Lois and Jimmy. The statement brought Superman back to reality and his hand went up to her breasts to push her away but her melons where so soft and creamy that he again lost his train of thought. Again, images flooded his memory of sucking and fucking her last night. "That's right lover feel what a real woman feels like" said Ultra-woman. Lois got angry. "Better than Lois? Better than Wonder Woman?" said Ultra-woman. Superman felt his strength leave as his hands grasped her tits but he could feel his cock grow in excitement. "No" said Superman defiantly. Ultra-woman laughed "your body says yes." She then rubbed her pussy up and down on his mouth. In an attempt to get some air, he opened his mouth and got a taste of the juices of her honey box. It was salt and sweet. His thoughts were of pleasuring her. He then allowed his tongue to enter into her cunt. Ultra-woman's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She let out a loud moan "FUCK!!!!!!!! What a super tongue!!!" Lois watched in horror and Jimmy took pictures as Superman's tongue entered in and out of her pussy and licked the lips of her pussy. Ultra-woman's pussy was wet and her juices were flowing; there was no hiding the fact. Superman's tongue was stimulating her and she was in heaven. Lois felt a stab of pain in her heart. She saw Clark's hard-on and his chest heaving and she began to reason with herself. "He has to do this if he is to beat her" thought Lois. Ultra-woman's eyes were rolled up in her head when she reached down and pulled Superman up by the hair of his head like a puppet and planted a sensual passionate kiss on his lips. Her hands ran down his strong chest and into the short of his costume to release his monstrous cock. His cock stood proudly as she expertly massaged his balls. Pleasure poured through his body but he was able to focus. Superman took advantage of her not being focused and pushed her away. "NO! This stops now" yelled Superman. The crowded cheer and Lois felt her heart grow in strength. She was right. He was doing what was necessary to take advantage of the moment and to gain an advantage. Ultra-woman smiled and answered "really?" She immediately leaped and her mouth found her target; Superman's manhood that was swinging freely. With one quick moment, her expert tongue licked his pole. Superman felt a pleasure that he never felt before. "FUCK!!!!!" was his only response. His eyes rolled up and he felt it difficult to stand on his legs. He felt his strength leaving his body. The entire focus of his energy was on his cock. Ultra-woman continued to work his cock while she ripped off his costume. Now, the superhero was naked. She ramped two fingers up Superman's ass and the unexpected invasion caused him to erupt in a mountain of cum in her mouth. "Oh Ultra-woman!!!! NO!!!!! AH!!!!!!! The pressure is too much...." he yelled aloud as he continued to erupt cum. She smiled an evil smile. "Did you think you could really resist me Superman?" she said laughingly. She removed her fingers and the release of pressure caused Superman to collapse on to his back. "Take off my clothing Superman," yelled Ultra-woman. Superman slowly took the sheer fabric from her shoulders and let it slip to her waist. He kissed her back, her stomach and then her nipples. He then ripped the remainder from her body. Both villain and hero were completed naked; two perfect bodies of power and energy. "Lick my cunt lover" yelled Ultra-woman. Ultra-woman sat on his face and commanded him again to lick. Superman put his hands on her thighs to better position his head and he immediately began to lick and tease her pussy. "Yeah Superman!! That's right!!! Whose pussy do you want?" cried out Ultra-woman. His mouth was too full to respond. Ultra-woman laughed and she began to play with is dick. Superman could see the beautiful goddess's body as he took a breath before diving in for more pussy. Her calves, her thighs, her buttocks, her shoulders....all her muscles were firm and well-defined, overflowing with energy and power. Superman could only think of Ultra-woman's body and how it was better than Lois's and even Wonder Woman's body. Superman watched as he licked her pussy how her big tits bounced with every lick. "Oh Superman! Fuck me! Fuck me with that tongue of yours! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" cried out Ultra-woman. "You can never win against me Superman!!! Didn't you know that" said Ultra-woman. Juices squirted from her pussy onto Superman face as wave after wave of orgasms ran through her body. The crowd was horrified as they watched their Superman give in to his most base desires. Lois began to cry "Superman no!!!!" "Don't you love me?" cried Lois. He heard her voice and looked her way. He could feel his love for her in his heart but Ultra-woman stood in front of him. She looked at him and then at Lois. She smiled. "Love?" responded Ultra-woman. "A hot body wins over love any day of the week Lois. You are so sophomoric," shouted Ultra-woman. "Time to give me your seed Superman" said Ultra-woman. "We are going to have some super babies. Something that bitch Lois could never give you and something none of the other super women were good enough to give you" laughed Ultra-woman. "Stand up lover" commanded Ultra-woman. Superman stood up and she bent over exposing her beautiful ass and her pussy. "Line-up that super cock to my pussy and pound me mercilessly" whisper Ultra-woman. Superman's hearing could hear her. His cock was hard as steel. The sight of the beautiful golden skinned woman with her breast hanging down made him even harder. "Who do you want Superman? Lois or me?" whispered Ultra-woman. "Kiss my ass and fuck me in front of Lois and all these people" whispered Ultra-woman. The crowd could not hear the conversation but they saw Superman line-up behind her. It appears like a complete surrender by Superman to the sexy villain. His hands caressed her ass and then her legs. He began to kiss her back and then kissed her ass in an act of submission. "YES!!!!" cried out Ultra-woman. He kissed her legs and ran his tongue up and down her legs. They were soft and creamy. She was tasty and so soft to touch. "Who do you love Superman?" she cried aloud. "Who do you want to have your babies Superman?" she yelled. "Who do you want to fuck?" she laughed. "I want you Ultra-woman!!!! I want you!!!" cried Superman He leaned over and grabbed her tits as he slammed his cock into her pussy. The strokes were long and hard. The power of the strokes and the slamming of the bodies caused shock waves to go through the city. Lois and the crowd were knocked down by the shock waves; Jimmy got up and continued to take photographs. All the men in the crowd had hard-ons and were coming in their trousers at the sight before them. Ultra-woman began to manipulated her pussy and the muscles of her pussy wrapped hard with each stroke on his cock causing more pleasure than he could ever imagine. "Ah Ultra-woman!" he cried out. "You are the best" he yelled aloud. "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pleasure is too great!!!" he cried out. His eyes rolled. He had never felt the heat and wetness that her pussy was emitting. "I love your pussy!!!" he shouted. Every muscle in his body was tense. The pleasure was overwhelming his body. He did not notice that his strengthen was leaving him. "FUCK ME SUPERMAN!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!!! TELL ME I AM THE BEST!!!!" yelled Ultra-woman. "YOU ARE THE BEST ULTRA-WOMAN!!!! BETTER THAN LOIS, BETTER THAN WONDER WOMAN!!!" Superman answered back. "FU..............CK ME ULTRA-WOMAN!!!!! cried Superman. She was physically and mentally pleasuring him. Superman was stimulated at all levels. His senses were on overload; even for a Superman. The assault had been going on for an hour. Lois was crying as she watched her husband's body extend and contract with great pleasure. Every muscle and fiber in his body was stretched to its fullest. "Bet you never knew that a Kryptonian could feel so much pleasure, did you Superman?" asked Ultra-woman. "No and I never want it to stop" cried Superman. Ultra-woman then tensed the muscles of her pussy one more time and while doing so reached over and pushed her fingers in Superman's ass. His eyes rolled up in his head. He immediately exploded. His cum filled her pussy and overflowed her pussy. He then collapsed on the ground. All his energy was gone. He was spent and there was no more energy in his body. Ultra-woman put her foot on his chest and announced "another superhero down." And she began to laugh, the crowd gasped in horror and Lois ran to Superman. Metropolis His strength gone from his limbs. His eyes closed. Ultra-woman had taken all his strength with the shot of his cum. Ultra-woman knocked down Lois. "I am taking him and keeping him at my Fortress of Solitude" she laughed. To be continued.... Metropolis Unwanted Guests Stefan was waiting for her when she returned, comfortably seated in her favourite chair with a freshly poured beverage of some description; Andrew, her manservant had obviously let him in. She was annoyed, she had wanted some time to herself and Stefan was not the type of company she delighted in at the best of times. 'To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure Stefan?' Her voice was cool. 'Now then little sister, one would think you were not happy to see me.' He admonished in a little boy hurt voice. 'Don't play games Stefan, you know I'm never happy to see you, what do you want?' He merely shrugged, dropping the act 'Just dropping off Mother's formal invite to The Hunt. She hasn't been able to contact you for a couple of days and asked that I deliver it personally. Where have you been Gabi?' Gabrielle ignored his question, let him wonder! 'Mother knows my thoughts on The Hunt, its outdated and barbaric.' Stefan smiled, the little sly grin that had repulsed her since childhood. 'What, not turned on by a little brutality? I thought you of all people would appreciate that.' She stiffened, he could not possibly know, he was merely stabbing in the dark trying to get a rise from her. 'Oh and Mother also asked why you missed your last two medical screenings, apparently Lord Tennyson's office contacted her.' He handed her a card as he spoke 'She took the liberty of booking you the next available slot.' Grabbing the card she read her mother's neat handwriting. The appointment was for three days time. Gabrielle glared at him. 'Don't blame me Sis, you know what happens if your checks are not up to date and Mother wants nothing to spoil her turn to host The Hunt. Its not as if you have anything to hide is it?' He raised his eyebrows innocently. She wished there was some way to hurt him, to get at him as he constantly got to her. Checking his watch he abruptly he rose from the chair. 'Any how, must dash, don't bother to get Andrew to see me out, I know the way.' He said laughing as she flinched from the kiss he planted on her cheek. Why did she let him get to her, five minutes in his company and she wanted to wipe that stupid little smirk off his face. He had been this way with her since they were young, since she had recounted a story to their mother of a game they had been involved in, that Stefan had initiated with three of his friends and her. Stefan had gone away for a while after that, enrolled into the Academy until he graduated at eighteen. Stefan would have to wait, she had more pressing problems. Looking at the card in her hand, she wondered how she was going to manage to get through a session with Lord Tennyson's staff. Then there was The Hunt. Good Behaviour As members of the ruling caste they had all been taught why the scheduled medical checks were necessary. Its origin was due to some pretty horrific outbreaks of disease back in the early days of the city; many died or were left needing constant care. A civilisation in its infancy could not afford this to happen, it need a healthy population to work and to breed. Districts originally closed themselves off to protect themselves and anyone needing to travel from one to the other had to spend time in quarantine. Eventually the tests and vaccines were developed. All citizens were inoculated at birth but constant checks were maintained as since the city had allowed travellers and merchants to enter its gates, the threat of disease could not be ruled out. Some of Gabrielle's fellow students had a different theory, though it was one never discussed in public. They believed the over zealous checks were no longer a necessity but had been maintained as a way of monitoring and controlling the populous. Gabrielle was inclined to agree, though she had never openly voiced her support. It was probably because she had failed to show her hand that a number of her peers were now loathe to speak freely in front of her. Rumour hinted at an underground group of dissidents and she suspected who some of those may be. She had kept this information to herself, not knowing how to use it just yet; in the meantime she had kept a careful watch on those around her. A number of rules and regulations bothered her, as she tried to understand the sense of them, they didn't seem to connect. She had often been reprimanded at school for her overly inquisitive mind, being quick to ask for more involved explanations. The day after her sixteenth birthday she had pushed it too far. The class had been discussing 'deviant behaviour' in a Life Skills session and why this was bad. Deviant behaviour involved anything outside of regular, straightforward sexual intercourse. Although all citizens were free to indulge in sexual activity whenever they pleased after the age of maturation, there were exceptions; You were never to entertain members of lower Districts, any liaison was to be conducted privately and with discretion, any hint of deviant behaviour in a partner was to be reported immediately and under no circumstances were individuals to engage in same sex relationships. She had asked why it was unlawful for two consenting adults to indulge in anything that took their fancy? The teacher, Master Talan, had patiently explained that sex was primarily for procreation and although we were now civilised enough to enjoy the pleasurable side of sex without the need to conceive, we still had to be master of our desires, to control darker, impure urges or they would drive a person to dark acts. So what was a deviant act, she had asked. Master Talan has shown them through a series of drawings and Gabrielle had found herself becoming aroused. How could these things be so bad if they had that kind of effect? Master Talan had asked her if she now understood the grotesqueness of deviant behaviour. She had asked what evidence there was for such behaviour leading to dark acts. He had been unable to answer her; she had merely shrugged and suggested it was about time people were allowed to make their own minds up on matters pertaining to their own bodies. Waiting outside the Dean's office, her apprehension grew. She mentally kicked herself for not thinking before she spoke. She remembered her father's words of wisdom 'Do what you like in this life as long as you're prepared to answer to them or failing that, never get caught!' He would finish his pronouncement with a smile and a wink and her mother would admonish him for speaking such heresy. Her father had disappeared two years previous, nothing had been heard since. The Dean's punishment had been savage and humiliating and she had loved every minute of it which confused her, making her feel more ashamed and guilty. He had made her stand in front of his desk as he read through her file, which was embarrassingly full. He had commented this single misdemeanour might have gone unpunished was it not for the catalogue of incidents on her file; he felt it was time to teach her a lesson she was unlikely to forget. She had delivered the hand written letter to her mother that evening. She watched her mother's face turn pale. 'How could you bring such shame on this family?' her words cutting. Without another word she had signed the consent form and handed it back to Gabrielle. The next morning Gabrielle was mortified to see the auditorium was full, including members of her own family. Although she had witnessed public canings herself, she had never thought she would now be the one being lead to the wooden device that had been wheeled to the centre of the stage. She was made to lie face down on the thin, rough wooden bench. The front part of the bench was fashioned as wooden stocks, thus once laid down, her head and wrists would be secured. Her ankles were then strapped to either of the A-frame legs at the back of the bench. She was positioned with her head facing the audience so they could see her expression as the punishment was carried out. It was, ironically, deviant behaviour if they were able to see the cane landing on her bare arse, thus the stocks arrangement. Punishment was carried out by a member of H Division, a section of the Civil Ministry that even the Judicial Police could not touch. The Punisher's face was hidden behind a full face mask of leather to protect his identity; and she thought later, to probably hide the fact the bastard was enjoying himself! She felt gloved hands flip her skirt up over her back, then the shock as her undergarments were pulled down, stopping at her knees, where her legs were too wide to allow them to descend any further. She felt the smooth wood of the cane on her exposed skin as the Punisher took aim. She tried not to look at the faces in the audience watching her humiliation. The first stroke, although not overly painful, took her by surprise and she let out an involuntary yelp. She soon realised that had been a warm up stroke as they grew progressively harder. Her exposed skin soon felt as hot as her burning face. She had been biting her lip, holding back the scream that threatened to escape until it all became too much. She didn't remember how many strokes were administered her throat sore, voice hoarse from her screams, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she sagged against the bench. Afterwards, the audience were free to view the results of the punishment, viewing the myriad of deep welts on her otherwise flawless skin was not considered deviant behaviour, only the act itself. She tried to ignore the comments as various people swarmed around her prone body, commenting on the Punisher's art. It was only later as she lay face down on her bed, her fingers feeling the raised welts, that she realised just how turned on she had been. Rolling painfully on her back, her raw skin chaffing on the sheets, her fingers reached between her open legs. This was far from the first time she had masturbated but this time the sensations were intense; the deep muscular pain from her recent caning, the stinging, abrasiveness of the bed linen, the humiliation of the memories and the building sensations under her fingertips. Her orgasm was immense. She had cried herself to sleep, convinced of her newly discovered deviant self. Since that day she had always been careful when she chose to take a lover and as soon as she was able to access the money from her trust fund, had moved out of the family home into her own residence, where privacy was assured. Her mother had insisted on a bigger house than she would have liked as befitting her status and had sent two of her own staff to assist her. Suspecting they had been placed to report back, Gabrielle set about finding her own. Help had come from an unexpected quarter, Lady Isobel Markin, an old friend of her fathers had extended an invitation to afternoon tea. Gabrielle rarely encouraged such invites, finding the political and social game playing tedious but she had always been fond of Lady Isobel. The afternoon was pleasant enough, the conversation light and entertaining but she had felt Isobel had been watching her closely and it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Right towards the end of the visit, Isobel mentioned she had heard Gabrielle was looking for good house staff; Gabrielle had nodded. It was what Isobel said next that startled her. 'Do what you like in this life as long as you're prepared to answer to them or failing that, never get caught eh?' She had murmured Gabrielle looked at her in surprise, recognising her father's words. She was about to speak but Isobel hushed her. 'I wish to make you a house warming gift child. I will have it delivered tomorrow. Indulge me, I have no children of my own and I think you have need of a friend you can trust' Gabrielle wondered what the older woman could mean and resolved to see what turned up on the morrow before questioning her further. The next day Andrew and his wife Giselle arrived, announcing themselves as her new house staff courtesy of Lady Isobel Markin. Her mother's displeasure was apparent when her own staff were returned to her but she could hardly demand otherwise, it would be extremely rude to dismiss Lady Isobel's generous gift. Gabrielle was unsure what game she had just entered into but she was certain herself and her mother were on opposite sides and Lady Isobel was a powerful ally.