Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Plot line requested by another reader.
A perverted enslavement within
Chapter I
After Clark's last visit through the phantom zone in which he'd saved his cousin KARRA and had to fight FAORA wife of ZOD who possessed Lois Lane, he's sat at his desk in the Daily Planet, researching a string of youth murders which had metropolis authorities bewildered. Under the pretence of being hot on the trail of a story, he, in fact, just wanted to help the poor innocent youths as the Red Blue Blur.
He sat in deep concentration when all of a sudden he smelled a heavenly scent which every Monday morning enticed his manly urges…he had to look around and see the creature that captivated him so, it was Lois. Her perfume was beautiful…her movements delicate...and her figure had never looked more stunning, his heart raced…he had to be at the elevator as she arrived…the first person to be bossed about…the first persons eyes she would see.
He was hopelessly love-struck ...if only she knew who he was…she wouldn't call him Small-Ville anymore…she'd call him "My Hero" as that's who he is…her hero, the worlds hero! He wished that Lois would just stumble upon his secret and declare her devout human affection to him and only him…but sadly this cannot be, not yet.
He took his head out of the clouds and traveled back to earth, Lois passed by to her desk opposite his, barking out orders as usual…not even noticing the need, the longing he had for her.. She started to drone on about how to be the Daily planets star reporter and how important Obituaries are in the grand scheme of world reporting!
Clark was impressed by Lois, her Pit-bull instincts always got her the story she needed and that made her popular with both heroes and villains alike. After all her newspaper career began with a villain that turned into a hero, robbing from the rich to give to the poor.
Philanthropist Oliver Queen, who she also had a very enticing relationship with… and who she supports as a freedom fighter now that she knows he is Green Arrow. So if only she knew that Oliver isn't the only superhero that she has personal experience with. What does Clark really need to do? Can he pull himself away from the misery that first love Lana Lang and he can never be together and realize the love he shares for Lois is greater than any in this galaxy? No….not yet, he still feels frustrated by the fact that he feels he cannot let her close, not allow her pit-bull instincts to discover his secret Kryptonian identity…he must be secretive…the Smallville farm boy who she encouraged to be a reporter. He needs to hide…for his and her safety she must not know!
Clark hands her a cup of coffee and returns to work on his story…before him are police reports featuring the unexplained brutal murders of abused children. According to the files a young boy aged 7 had been torn to shreds after being horrifically beaten and abused in a home by social workers who had now disappeared of the grid.
This was a sick perverted crime, where a career abused their charge… that was originally the idea but the more Clark dived into the case, the more disgusting the evidence was this boy had his garments torn from him and he was savagely beaten and starved until he submitted to his attacker and allowed them to sexually abuse him. The child had no choice it was savage and then it had no life left…the attacker had ripped out the Child's spinal cord and sucked it of all its bodily juices.
The boy was drained of all his body fluid until he was nothing but sacks of decomposing skin on weak brittle bones…he was unrecognizable yet the coroner managed to find his identity through his dental records….he was a small-town boy…just like Clark. He was Alex Adams, the nephew of Smallville's Sheriff Adams…a poor child who had his future torn away by abusive psychopathic social worker Damien Creek. Yet this vile repulsive crime was against Damien's fundamental character…there had to be another reason why this had happened as Damien loved to be the hero…not the abuser!
Clark looked more into Damien's past and came across a string of unsolved abused children had died in similar circumstances over the past two years and each time the vile pedophilic murderer would disappear without a trace and another killer would appear…there was no way that Damien was these other killers as they all different faces…and only Tina Greer was able to shape shift and she was deceased. No these were different people, yet the facts were the same each child had suffered the same abusive torture before they were desecrated, before the killer ripped the flesh and drained the body of the children…they were alive when they had their spinal cord removed! They must have screamed in agony!
Clark plotted the sites of each child's murder and noticed they formed a direct-line heading straight for Metropolis. Clark wondered why the force behind these killings was heading towards the city. the killings had all been of children from rural areas… yet now suddenly they were heading closer to the city, he wondered who these monsters were and how they could do such vile repulsive things to innocent children…the rest of the media had labeled these killers a Pedophilic cult, but Clark knew somehow that this wasn't true…something had forced these people into taking a ride on the wild side…as all had drastic personality changes. He just couldn't figure out exactly what was behind this!
He went exploring the city in his red jacket and blue trousers, when he came across a man sitting screaming for help…he rushed to the mans side to aid him with his troubles…The man was tall, rugged and handsome with sincere droopy brown eyes, yet as he looked ahead he became fixated on Clark. Holding him, asking to be taken for a ride, to somewhere safe, where Clark could help him, protect him…from the evil within.
Clark didn't understand but he felt a deep connection to this man, he had to help anyway he could…he was compelled to! Clark took the man back to Kent farm offering him sanctuary…the man was humble, quiet except for pleading 'hold me, I need you, I am Ursa, please protect me!' the man's voice drastically altered from quietly deep to loudly high pitched. Clark thought nothing of it at the time and allowed 'Ursa' to sleep on the coach.
That night as Clark slept, Ursa crept into Clark's room and gently slid under the sheets, somehow Clark remained sleeping whilst Ursa began to play…touching Clark inappropriately…gliding his fingers across Clarks body and caressing him until he was completely in Ursa's power. Clark unknowingly relinquished his self-control to the man; he man mounted Clark holding him tight penetrating Clark's lips, stealing his desires. Then Ursa grabbed Clark's body pinning him down and the lights began to flicker as the true Ursa dragged herself out of the man's body and entered the sleeping Clark. She was a Zoner and now she was in control of Clark, she was Clark.
She raised Clark's body from the bed and felt his immense power and lusted for affection. She looked at the man she had been inhabiting and visualized what he looked like when she first took his form…he had been a brave deputy in Illinois that had tried to stop her, he had caught her making love to a young sweet boy named Adam…she remembered the boy the most as he was her first earthling. She loved him to death, his DNA is what was allowing her to survive on this planet…she fed from him during the climax of erotic pleasure.
She knew how wrong her actions were but she couldn't help enjoy the pleasure she received from playing with her food, she needed to entice, embrace and eroticize all males she came in contact with. Yet she preferred her men young as then she would steal their innocence a truly hormonal experience! The fact that she mainly took male as her host was purely as a way of disguising her rambunctious ness as who would expect a man to embrace young boys, feed off of sexual energy and drain young boys of their bodily fluids. Her predatory instincts were better hidden in the male sex of humanity!
She made Clark leave the farm and visit the Talon where Jimmy Olsen and Chloe Sullivan were staying…she knew from Clark's memories that jimmy and Chloe had asked him to baby-sit jimmy's younger brother who was staying with them so that they could have a romantic meal. Being Clark she would have free access to this young 12 year old boy and his succulent childish body. A meal and a toy to satisfy her urges would be handed to her on a plate. This was too good to be true! Clark could see, hear and feel everything, he screamed for her to stop to stay away but they were already at the talon, and she was already bidding an unsuspecting Chloe and Jimmy a fond farewell promising to look after James Jr.
She had made Clark promise not to let any harm happen to little James knowing full well that she planned a sinister fate for him and that Clark would be to blame! Clark went into the sitting room where James was playing on the computer, he put his arm gently on his shoulder and began to rub him gently…he sensed that James was fresh to puberty and this excited him…a fact that completely disgusted Clark but he didn't have any power over his actions, Ursa could do as she pleased. She made Clark begin to stroke little James and ask if 'he wanted to play a new game?' a game that Jimmy would never play as he wasn't manly enough, as this was a game for real men…a game that she played with real men.
James was completely weak, a small child, unaware of the nature of the game, all he cared about was being better, manlier than his big brother. He granted Clark consent to play a more adult game. He believed they would play cards or gamble the sought of games his dad and brother got up to without his mum knowing…yet he was seriously mistaken, the game she had in mind was more perilous and involved severe pain for James but pleasure for her and for Clark.
Clarks body grabbed James and pinned him to the ground, as he began to lick James chest and nibble his skin…this made Ursa curb her erotic desires into foreplay… she made James fall under Clarks control using pheromones to entice and enslave him ultimately under her control. Both Clark and James had no choice but to do as she desired.
She desired full body friction so Clark pinned James to the ground, turned him around and quickly penetrated him, making both of them scream in pleasure as they were both doing thrusting as Clark sped up going faster and faster, poor James was overwhelmed and Ursa was at the peak of her climax, she drooled making Clark drool and continued to embrace the boy, digging Clarks nails to the small of his back, she clawed at the Childs skin until he bled, which she found increasingly pleasurable, both Clark and James wanted to scream out but they couldn't, they were lost within themselves, neither could stop this horrific scene they both were trapped in the moment with no escape in sight.
She made Clark go down on the child making him writhe in pain, horror and pleasure…how could he enjoy this? It was sick, perverted, disgusting, and Pedophilic! He was none of these, he was an honorable Kryptonian, and he had done nothing vile or evil in his life…before now! He could not control his actions, his feelings of disgust were overpowered by Ursa's pleasure, and he began to ride the boy again and again caressing his body, overpowering him, enslaving him in sexual acts that he was too young to acknowledge. He was penetrating him heavily, panting and screeching and just as he climaxed within the boy the door to the apartment bursts open!
Lois bursts through the door and catches Clark in the act, she's utterly disgusted and runs to grab the phone to call the police, when Ursa controlling Clark makes him super speed to the phone and crush it with his bear hands, revealing two of Clark's powers to Lois. She then senses the love, heartbreak and tension between Clark and Lois and grabs her holding her tight so that she can pass between them out of Clark into Lois…
TBC