One year earlier, Lois Lane had it all.
She was considered by many the number one journalist in the country, breaking a fabulous and fantastic news story nearly every week.
She was also considered one of the most attractive and alluring women in Metropolis. Businessmen, tycoons of industry and every type of alpha male through themselves at her feet. Her beautiful body, stunning face and legendary tits made Lois Lane sure that she could find anyone she wanted…once she was ready.
And she had the perfect partner and friend…who just happened to be the world's greatest superhero…begging to marry her. True, she struggled greatly when she found out that Clark Kent and Superman were the same man, and she rejected the most powerful man in the world when he made himself vulnerable and asked her to marry her. But she was coming around, learning who he truly was and eager to have it all by retaining her life as an independent journalist while also spending her life with her soulmate, the powerful and sexy Clark Kent.
But now, one year later, she was broken, mentally chained, watching a boyish woman setting up the Daily Planet, giving orders to the throngs of workers…and worshippers as they prepared for their ruler's arrival. Nell Newrich was worried that her sister wouldn't approve of certain things. Everything needed to be perfect, Nell kept telling them.
"The world…the world needs to see their Ultra Lucille…I mean…their Ultra Woman in all of her glory."
It was such a ridiculous thing to say. But no one disagreed. They all worked hard, preparing the bullpen into a makeshift stage worthy for a queen…their queen. Lucille Newrich, once a common thief, was now mistress of all she surveyed, and on the anniversary of her victory she wanted, as she barked at her brilliant but submissive sister, "A celebration that makes a Roman Orgy feel like church." Not much changed for Nell. She was technically now the second richest and most powerful woman in the world, but she never disobeyed her hotter, flashier and more powerful sister… not even a whisper of disobedience…
They were hanging sexy pictures of Lucille from before her ascension, all around the area that would be filmed and sent live to their public. Lucille at that time was a blond beauty, and though no one would say it now, a fading blond beauty at that (who Nell thought might have had an eating disorder at that). She wore tight clothing that showed off her curves, using reds and pinks to compliment her fiery appeal. The pictures displayed around Nell made the woman feel larger than life, and the cruel, confident smile seemed to suggest that Lucille always knew…
She always knew she would get everything she ever wanted…
"Ultra Lucille…oh my…Ultra Lucille…"
Nell had never imagined anything like it, even in her wildest dreams. She looked up at the banisters of her sister from years earlier, hanging from the walls, celebrating the life of the beautiful woman before she conquered the planet. They were designed to show Lucille in various sexy poses, ranging from mild to extremely intimate. Anyone who ever rejected her had learned their place by now. Anyone who thought they could resist her…once Nell's laser did its thing…had learned their place and if Lucille decided they deserved to survive now debased themselves for Lucille's pleasure. And there was no superman left in the world to save them from Lucille's terrible and powerful temper.
No Superman…and no Ultrawoman for that matter as well.
For the largest image, the image that stunned the world into horror and cemented Lucille's reign was Lucille, in her hot pink dress, lifting Ultrawoman as though she was nothing but a paper doll. Nell looked up, remembering their moment of triumph. Lucille played the damsel, Nell fired the laser just as her sister had ordered her too, and Lucille became the new Ultra Woman of this world. Nell, the genius she was knew that the new, beautiful Ultrawoman who came to Metropolis was Lois Lane, the big-time sexy reporter that everyone assumed was fucking the Man of Steel. That look of helplessness, of fear and pain permeated both sisters, and cemented their destinies forever more.
Nell gulped as a sense of arousal began to permeate her body. She had always known that her sister was a physically attractive woman, and the images before her only made it more evident. As she walked forward, she was greeted by the large throne where Lucille would be sitting. She would enter the bullpen any minute now, faster than a speeding bullet if she so desired, wearing something both powerful and naughty, emphasizing her toned body and curves.
"Ultra Lucille…" Nell muttered once more, the mantra her demanding sister instilled into her before ascending to godhood from her hard work. True, on some level Nell knew this power could have been hers. But Lucille's ability to manipulate her, to bully her into submission, made Nell need to give Lucille the power. She just needed to. Nell also knew that, in some other life, their plan failed, that Superman and Lois' bravery and intelligence thwarted Lucille at the last moment…but the image of a powerful man who wanted to see the true end, the end where Lucille got everything and stormed her world like a mighty tempest…meant that Lucille's ascension, after forcing the world to submit under her unassailable Kryptonian powers made every man, woman and child just as susceptible to Lucille's cruel wants as she has always been.
Lois wished she felt powerful in the Ultrawoman costume they forced her to wear for this event. The glossy purple fabric clung to her body in ways that accentuated her curves. She felt so alive and beautiful when Martha helped her make it. Now, being splayed in this sexy getup for the woman who broke her, felt like a tremendous indignity.
The waxers exfoliated her skin, leaving her smooth and soft. As they expertly applied the soft wax, the steam rose from her skin, making Lois shudder. But she was not allowed to feel pleasure. This was for her Mistress...this was her punishment.
They eased the frilly red Ultragirl panties over her hips, and pulled the corset of the ultrawoman costume around her waist. It hugged her figure tightly, pushing her breasts up and exaggerating her curves.
Lois felt disoriented and powerless, dressed to please her owner to celebrate the day that Lucille Newrich stole what Lois rightfully deserved. She looked at herself in the mirror again and trembled. This is what she had become.
Lois stared at her reflection, a mix of pride and shame resting in her eyes, and for a moment she allowed herself, for a brief and hopeless moment, to forget all her worries and just admire her powerful body.
But all of this was for Lucille, her tormentor, her enemy. Lucille wanted her former enemy dressed up for her on the anniversary of that image above them, that moment where the Red-K laser transferred Lois' powers…Superman's powers…to their true owner.
Lucille wanted the sexy Lois Lane, the former Ultragirl debased.
And Lucille always got what she wanted now.
The ding of the elevator could be heard from across the caverness room. She was here. Applause, celebration and praise roared up from all of the slaves, reporters and dignitaries who came to witness Lucille's public celebration…their fear masked by the sounds of want and yearning the mere mortals of earth knew Lucille loved to hear. All of the people ahead of Lois cheered, and their devotion reverberated off the walls, the sound seeming to drown out the air itself. Nobody cheered for the losers, only the champions. And right now that champion was Lucille Newrich.
Lucille emerged from the elevators. She was floating, above all of her subjects. She was in her favorite attire: A bikini costume, pink and thin and barely able to hold in all the wonders that was her immortal, invulnerable flesh. It was Lucille's Ultragirl costume: A look that showed the world who the superior woman was.
The sight of her made Lois gasp. Her body was like a work of art, clad in so little that showcased so much of her curves, and soft, unrelenting skin. Lois, like the rest of them, cowered in fear…but unconsciously licked her lips as admiration and awe filled her at the sight of such an incredible woman, floating in the air like a goddess. It had been a year well spent: Lucille had mastered her unstoppable powers and crafted her image into someone no person on earth could resist worshiping. A year ago Lucille beat Lois Lane, the hero known to the world as Ultrawoman, with just a hug, a tug and a mere beam of light.
Lois was waiting for the goddess of earth in the center of the room, Where Perry used to talk the newsroom's ear off. She was trapped in her Ultrawoman costume that was so tiny, skimpy and indecent. She was presented as such a slut while Lucille's body was perfection personified -a goddess with curves you could only dream of. Her golden, sun-kissed skin glowed seductively beneath the thin fabric of her Ultragirl bikini. Her firm chest heaved with each heavy breath, arousing anyone daring to look upon her beauty. Her hips were gracefully arched, her thighs strong and supple, her ass a perfect peach. She looked like a warrior goddess who had claimed her throne – and now she was ready to ravage.
Lois Lane knelt, panting down on the bullpen's floor, gazing up in disbelief as her arch-enemy Lucille Newrich glided across the room, smiling a knowing smile. They couldn't stop clapping even if they wanted to. She had the powers of Superman, the sexuality of Ultrawoman…and powerful servants to exalt and worship her even further.
Clark Kent, wearing his tight Superman costume, knelt behind Lucille. It had been nearly a year since Lois was allowed to see the man she loved.
Lois stared in shock as Lucille wrapped her fingers around the back of Clark's neck and tugged him closer. She ran her hands seductively over his back and whispered in his ear, "Come now Superman...show me how much you LOVE bringing me back to your old, old workplace."
Superman nodded and bent down as Lucille pressed her lips against his.
Lois felt her heart sink as she watched the two. She wanted to scream and break them apart, but she knew that any disruption would mean her own destruction. So, she held back the tears as Clark and Lucille continued to kiss. As Clark eagerly gave Lucille all of his passion, Lucille eyed Lois. She now knew there past, and loved that she owned Superman's future.
Lucille pulled away with a satisfied smirk on her face, and she grabbed Clark's chin in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes. She looked so strong and feisty.
"Remember your place," she warned him. Remembering the moments after her ascension when to save Lois, Superman insulted her looks and wardrobe.
"Yes...mistress," he whispered obediently. Lois did not know what had been done to Clark, the most honorable man she knew over this past year...but to see him so broken, so willing for Lucille, Lois imagined it was more than her kind farm boy could have endured.
Lucille released him and laughed haughtily as she sauntered away from Clark and floated toward Lois, Nell, and the camera's showing her magnificence to the world.
Clark Kent the man who had been the most powerful thing in the world now shrunk behind the same woman who had taken away his powers with a mere want…and a flash of red light.
Lois had heard Nell brag throughout the years of her progress with Red-K. At first, it just triggered Superman's apathy. But to project her sister and further her understanding, she realized tha by altering the frequency and adapting it's approach, Red-K could change anything about a Kryptonian they desired. Lucille controlled the Red-K powers, it almost gave her a demonic, red glow at times, and it made him feel anything she wanted him to feel…fear, anger…lust…sometimes she gave back some of Clark's powers through Nell's lasers, just to make him do her bidding (like when he killed Dr. Klein for her, preventing another Red-K laser from ever being built), or to get the most out of her hunky Kryptonian sex slave. But Lois looked on in fear at the Man of Steel. He wasn't the same man that knelt before her asking for her to marry her…not anymore.
The powerful red-k aura that radiating off Lucille seemed to keep Clark in a hypnotic state, as if he couldn't look away from her until she willed it. His eyes trailed her body down to her feet as she slowly gilded towards her throne, her viewing public…and Lois. He tried to look away but couldn't. Even worse, Lucille had forced Clark Kent to kneel behind her, her Red-K powers making him feel whatever pleasure or pain she commanded. He was so…enraptured by her body, just like all of her former colleagues were…just as the world had yielded to the power and sexual allure that was Lucille Newrich, the minor thief who conquered Superman, Ultrawoman and the world.
Lucille found her spot, at the center of everything. She spread her legs wide and thrust her hips forward, her Ultragirl bikini enjoying the show. Her body glimmered with strength, grace and deliciously wicked energy that was nigh impossible to contain. Her curves shone, the curves of a woman fully empowered to do whatever she wanted. Her eyes smoldered, burning with intensity as she watched her sister, giving her the green light to begin her celebration.
Lois could do nothing but watch in terror as Lucille ordered her forward. Knowing what was going to happen, she cowered away and prepared for the worst. Lucille was not a sane woman. The power had corrupted her. She could have anything and wanted so much…it made real irrational, dangerous and cruel to the mortals helpless below her.
"Can I count on you to do as I say, my loyal subjects?" Lucille purred, her eyes dancing with pleasure as she addressed the world. Dressed in her Ultragirl bikini that left little to the imagination, her curves were perfection and her skin glowed with a divine aura, Lucilled knew the answer before it could be given. Her voluptuous chest glistened in the sunlight pouring from the sunroof and her tight abs shone brightly. Every inch of her was tantalizing and tantalizingly forbidden. Her dominance, and her appetite for control could no longer be contained.
"Tell me this is going to work. That's all I needed to say. I saw Superman's powers. I wanted them. And a year ago, I took them. That's my lesson, world. Take what you want. Make them give it to you, and use what you've been given to make it happen."
With a wordless command, Lois was brought before Lucille on her throne.
"Lois over here…the one they called Ultrawoman before I came along and took that name for myself…she had something I wanted…" Lucille looked at the woman who could once move mountains. Now, she genuflected to Lucille on her knees, "And she decided not to give it to me right away."
Lois trembled in her tight, Ultragirl costume, humiliated and scared. She was powerless to Lucille's Red-K powers, not only unable to match her former mentor's raw strength, but unable to resist her every command. With Clark kneeling, obediently, behind her, Lucille slowly moved her hands around Lois' delicate body. Her hands were so strong.
"I hate when all you down there don't do what I asked right away. After today, you'll learn why it's never a good idea to be a Lois Lane. Better just obey your Ultragirl and pray I'm happy with what you give me. It's been a year…and Lois needs to take her punishment before you all…to remind her just why you should never hesitate in giving your UltraGirl whatever she fucking wants."
Lucille pressed her fingers into Lois' flesh, and Lois cried out in pain. She was so strong, and she was not afraid to use her strength when she got made.
Lois gave in and Clark, with a solemn face, continued to kneel at the goddess's feet. After a year of alternating pain and pleasure, he had learned to fear what Lucille could do with her limitless strength. Lois, feeling ashamed, but knowing it was the only way she and Clark would be allowed to remain alive in her world, bowed her head lower, knowing the camera was getting her full backside, but willing to do anything to make the pain stop.
"Look at me, Nell... I am the embodiment of power, beauty, and strength, all rolled into one. Little Superman, himself, was nothing more than a toy these past few months. I could make him do whatever I wanted... fly high... drop to his knees...bark and beg me for more…whatever I pleased. But I wanted more than that..." Lucille got up, she was so much stronger than them both now
Clark could sense the fear and humiliation radiating off of Lois. His heart ached as he watched his beloved struggle and suffer beneath his nemesis's power. The power was once his, he knew just how vulnerable others were to Kryptonian strength.
Lucille moved away from Lois and grinned maliciously. "It's been a year since our last battle, and knowing that i've won…I think I'm going to need more than a hug from you this time, Lane."
Lucille finally let go of Lois, and rose to meet her cameras.
"Look at your champion, world" Lucille said, holding up her arms and spinning around to show off her Ultragirl bikini. "I'm the one and only now, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
The crowd inside the Daily Planet erupted in cheers and Clark looked away in humiliation. Lois had been stripped of her pride and her power, and now Lucille was taking it even further.
With a wicked grin, she turned to Clark. "Since you've been so cooperative, I'm going to give you something special. A chance to see me, your goddess and hero…ravage the former, weaker Ultragirl…in front of the world."
Lois gasped as Clark nodded mutely. Lucille then grabbed Lois in a tight embrace as he watched. She bared herself for Lois, slowly rubbing her hands up and down her curves, drawing out agonized moans from the distraught hero.
Lucille threw her onto the floor...and looked at her like a prize piece of meat...like something she wanted to mount and take and fuck. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers as the media took every angle of Lucille...salivating, wanting to see the domination of the helpless Lois. This was Lucille's world now. All conformed to her powers, and her wants.
"Nell! Come here," Lucille commanded.
Nell obliged, and walked quickly to stand in front of her sister. Lucille pulled down the hem of her Ultragirl bikini. Nell looked confused, Lucille looked ready.
"I know you've always wanted to do this for me. Today you get to. Put on my pink strap-on."
Nell complied, her hands trembling as she grabbed the dildo Lucille instructed be brought into the chamber and began to place it onto Lucille's hips and fastened the straps. Lucille smiled, knowing that her powers of manipulation and control were working perfectly...on everyone. Her boyish sister Nell served her and attached the huge, pink strap-on to her slim, powerful body. She stretched out her arms and surveyed the glass-like curves of her figure, her full breasts straining against the Ultragirl bikini's sheer fabric. Her hips curved outwards, beckoning her sister to ensure her feminine cock would be secure enough to take all it wanted. Her long legs stretched perfectly, and her eyes glowed like fire, almost ready to ignite.
The entire world was hers. With the authority and strength of Superman wrapped around her body, Lucille felt invincible. She was unstoppable, and more seductive than ever. The power between her legs was a promise of what was to come, and Lois was about to learn first-hand what it meant to be taken by the unbeatable Lucille Newrich.
After all, Lucille had always been a bully, starting with her helpless sister.
The blonde goddess smirked wickedly as she slid her hand between her legs to feel her sisters work, relishing the dominance she now exuded...loving how slowly Nell moved her small hands away from Lucille's perfect, toned waste even now that the demeaning task was done.
"Ah, now that feels good," Lucille purred, glancing down at Nell, " Don't you love it Nell? Having your sister be your superhero? Your Ultragirl."
Nell could not deny that she did, in fact, find her sister so...attractive now. She herself had almost been the one to take these powers from Ultrawoman, to rule as the Ultragirl while Lucille stood beside her. She built the cannon, discerned Ultragirl's identity as Lois and devised the trap that would grant her Kryptonian Superpowers. But as she looked upon her sister, who bullied her into making her the goddess, Nell knew that she was too weak...and Lucille was too strong.
She'd always been jealous of her elder sister's striking beauty and mean-girl confidence. Lucille had always gotten off bullying and humiliating Nell, so now, she took pleasure in parading her newly found goddess like strength and power, waging her fake cock in Nell's face. Lucille's body was perfection, a fact she'd never let her sister ignore. Her curves were deep and her muscle cut was perfect. Every inch of her body exuded control and dominance, triggering all the fantasies she made her sister subject to in the years of mental manipulation they shared.
No one could deny Lucille's wants now, especially as she spoke down to her sister, her every word and hand gesture dripping with carnal intent.
"Nell, look at me," Lucille commanded as she posed in her sexy bikini. "Watch as I take my hot, tight slave-girl over there and ravage her in front of the world. Watch as I dominate her and remind her of who's in charge. Don't you just love that they all need to obey me now? Like you always have?"
Nell breathed heavily, bewitched, at the sight of Lucille. She was even more beautiful than before; an alabaster goddess dressed in a skintight pink bikini, the pink strap-on perfectly adorning her shapely body. Every part of her radiated strength and command, and Nell could feel her desire growing.
"Yes, you are the one who made it possible for me to have my powers, Nell...learned about Red-K, designed our laser to make us a couple of bucks...learned that those Kryptonian powers might be transferable" Lucille purred as she ran her gloved fingertips across the strap-on. "And even though you pouted, and thought you should get to have the powers yourself...my dreams came true...and you love having your Ultra-Lucille to look up to...to worship...to obey"
"Ultra-Lucille... Ultra-Lucille..." Nell murmured, her eyes becoming unfocused as the erotic power of Lucille's words washed over her. She reached out to stroke Lucille's thigh, unable to resist the call of her sexy sister.
Lucille raised her eyebrows, her mouth turning up into a devious smile. "Oh, so you want to be a good girl, now? How delightful." She stepped closer, her body pressing against Nell's. Her full lips brushed against Nell's ear as she murmured, "Do you want to please your Ultra-Lucille, my darling? Do you want to be her puppet? Her toy?"
Nell gasped, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by wave after wave of Lucille. She nodded, barely able to form the words, ""Ultra-Lucille... Ultra-Lucille... please."
Lucille smirked, and pulled Nell close, and whispered, "This is something that could have been yours, but it belongs to me now. I am your goddess, and you've always been so good at serving me...haven't you, sis?"
Nell nodded, her mind filled with thoughts of submitting to Lucille and giving her all the pleasure she desired. She'd do anything for her Ultra-Lucille now...anything.
"Bow before me," Lucille said in a voice laced with authority, "bow before me, like all of my countless other slaves"
Nell bowed. She bowed to her sister as she had done her whole life...finishing her sentences, praising her beauty and popularity in high school...it was all leading to this. Nell had suffered so much subjugation from Lucille before, that now she needed it. She wanted her sister to own her. and needed her sister to win.
Lucille was a vision of erotic dominance. Her breasts swollen with power, her curvy hips swaying seductively as she moved, and her eyes trained on the sexy Lois Lane, who had been turned around, so she knelt before the cameras on all fours. Lucille's golden blonde hair cascaded down her perfect back, and her perfect body demanded worship. And now, with her massive, pink strap-on her submissive sister obediently fastened to her waist, Lucille had become an unstoppable object of lust.
Nell wanted to serve Lucille now . She knew that if she'd been more confident in herself, she could have become the powerful hero she'd always imagined. But here she was, reduced to serving her sister like a slave. Nell could feel pleasure emanating from her as she watched Lucille...her goddess...strut around, preparing to take Lois in front of everyone.
"I will obey you forever, my ultra...Ultra-Lucille," Nell murmured, adoringly. She would never stopped murmuring what Lucille commanded her to do.
Lucille moved behind her prey, her hips swinging in a provocative manner, and she laughed softly.
"Oh yes Nell, you will obey. Now watch and see how I take control of Lois and Clark. The world will kneel before me."
Lucille stood at the front of the room, her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips. "Come, Lois" she said. "Now is the time to own up to your mistake."
Lois swallowed hard, looking down at her hands for a moment before slowly making her way towards Lucille's strapon…the cock that could now fuck the world if it's mistress yearned for it. When she reached her, Lucille pressed her palm against Lois' cheek, stroking her skin before leaning in close to her ear.
"Alright my little slut," purred Lucille, her other hand moving up Lois' side, "get ready, because this is going to be a wild night…"
Lois gasped as Lucille plunged her cock deep into her tight pussy. She screamed out as it stretched her beyond her limits. Lucille stood over her, holding her hips up to her as she thrust deep into her. Lois' face flushed as the sensations coursed through her.
"It's so big!" she cried out. "Oh God, I can't take it!"
Lucille chuckled as she thrust harder and deeper, milking her for every drop of pleasure.
"You can take it," Lucille gritted out, thrusting her hips harder against Lois' eager flesh. "I know you want it, Lois. You wanted it even before I had Clark's powers, but now I'm unstoppable. I can make you do anything I want, and you love every second of it. You're so hot and eager for me. You're mine now."
Lucille smirked as she looked down at Lois, satisfied with herself. She had spent years practicing on Nell, learning what made weaker women squirm and shudder with pleasure. She knew exactly how to tease and torment them to get what she wanted, and Lois was no different.
Lois found herself groaning louder and louder with each thrust as Lucille took her to heights she had never experienced before. It felt as if the world was spinning around her as she soared higher and higher in her blissful state.
And Clark just knelt there, and watched the woman he now loves…ravage Lois Lane.
Lois looked into Clark's pleading eyes, and her heart twisted. All of this was her fault. She had been so stubborn, so determined to forge her own independent path, rather than trust Clark and forge a life together. If only she had done as she was told instead of her own agenda, she wouldn't be here now.
"You know you have to keep taking my cock, Lois," Lucille whispered. "You have to do this… for Clark. I've fucked him so often now…I think I'm getting bored with him. I might just get rid of him so I can get some new man-meat."
Lois nodded and with trembling hands, slowly took the initiative, and placed her delicate hands on top of Lucille's…feeling Lois' flawless flesh as she kept getting taken by Lucille's power. She felt a rush of arousal as she got closer, as she prepared to service the most powerful woman on earth. Lois's big tits hung heavy and shaped perfectly in her white blouse. Her big, sexy ass, pushed against Lucille, marking her spankable ass as Lucille's to do with. The soft curves of her body were emphasized, as her passion for Lucille grew. Every movement sent vibrations of pleasure through her body, and Lois soon let out a moan of pleasure, louder and more passionate than Clark had ever heard.
Lois trembled at the thought, then steeled herself and allowed Lucille to take her to greater depths of pleasure. Clark's eyes flickered with fear at Lucille's words, but he stayed quiet, knowing it was futile to argue with his goddess.
Lois gasped as Lucille's huge cock filled her, making her stretch and moan with pure delight. Clark clenched his fists, knowing he had been replaced in her affections by Lucille Newrich. Lois, though a great woman, was always attracted to power, and she now gave it willingly to the woman who had stolen Clark's powers.
Lucille's hands grazed Lois' thigh with each passionate movement. Lois was so wet for her, and she had yet to give her all her super strength, speed and will could muster. Lois felt pleasure radiating through her entire body as they moved together, making every bit of her body sing in ecstasy.
"Oh, Lois," Lucille breathed between thrusts. "You thought you were so tough with all your bravado before. Now look at you. You crawled to me like a slut, begging me to do whatever I want to you." Lucille teased, her mouth right next to Lois' ear.
"You know, I used to think you were one hot piece of ass, but now I have all the power. Now I can do whatever I want, and it feels damn good. And you know I fucking know how to tease and torment, how to make you beg for more. You'll thank me later."
Clark could only stand and watch, his lust and pride in Lois burning inside him as she moaned for Lucille. But despite his jealousy, he had to admit, these two women were an incredible sight, even for him. As he stared, mesmerized, he felt himself getting aroused, wishing it were him Lois was taking pleasure in, or Lucille putting him in his place below her.
"I can't take it!" Lois shouted, her body shaking with pleasure as Lucille kept fucking her harder and faster.
He watched in agony as Lois and Lucille moved together in a sensuous rhythm, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through each of them. Clark saw the pleasure in Lois' eyes and felt the burning jealousy in his stomach. He had loved Lois for so long, and yet here she was with another woman. He wanted to be the one pleasuring her, the one giving her the kind of satisfaction she obviously was getting now...he had gotten to fuck Lucille and her perfect, toned, blond body. There was no coming back from that. Soon, no matter how painful and debasing it was, Lois would grow addicted to Lucille...just as he had so long ago.
"Oh, I see you're enjoying yourself there, Lois," Lucille purred wickedly as she thrust into her harder. "You thought you could resist me, but you and I both know you were wrong. As soon as you saw me lift you up last year, you were all too eager to submit yourself to me. Your body is mine now, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it!"
Lucille licked her lips as she continued to ravish Lois, her fingers teasing at her nipples and her tongue flicking against her neck. She couldn't deny that Lois had the most perfect body, accentuated by her tattered, purple costume that could not survive Lucille's powerful thrusts.
"See how your pretty little tits jiggle with each stroke? I always knew they were so beautiful, just waiting to be ravished. I'm a goddess Lois, you're just my cow to be milked."
Lois shuddered in pleasure as she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into Lucille's spell. She had never before submitted so willingly to someone, and it fueled her desire even more. She let out a low cry of pleasure as she reached her peak, and all rational thought fled her mind as pure pleasure took over.
Lucille smirked and let out a throaty laugh. "Yes, yes… Give it to me, you pathetic, little, big-tittied Ultragirl! Take it Harder! Thrust your fat ass Faster! Fuck yes, Lane! Such a fucking slut!"
Lois screamed louder as Lucille pounded her, each thrust setting fire to her entire body. It felt so incredible, so liberating, and she wanted to stay in this pleasure-filled moment forever.
"So, you like it? Scream it out!" Lucille shouted, her eyes alight with pleasure. She grabbed Lois' spectacular breasts in her hands as her thrusts took control of Lois. they were hers. It all belonged to her now.
"Yes, I love it!" Lois shouted back as pleasure coursed through her body. Her big ass now bounced back, needing to feel the thrusts only the most powerful being on the planet could give her perfect body
"I know you do, baby." Lucille said, grinning wickedly as she felt Lois tighten around her. She hit Lois, with all her power. Lois' purple mask flew off. Her face was a scream. The whole world was about to see the sexy, slutty and willing Lois Lane cum from Lucille's power.
"Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Big! Fuck me! I'm Cumm..Cumming! Lucile!"
And with that, Lois hit her ultimate climax, her body shuddering and convulsing in an uncontrollable wave of pleasure. Her cries echoed in the room as Lucille pushed her an inch further, delivering her to a world of pure ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Clark watched in awe as his beloved Lois' entire world seemed to melt beneath Lucille's ministrations. The thought of it made his heart swell in anguish and joy. He loved her so much, and he knew that despite it all, she was happy.
Finally, she collapsed onto the floor, exhausted from her amazing show of pleasure. Lucille stood up and floated back to her throne, quite certain she earned it.
Clark knew why he was here now. He bowed low, and garfully removed the strap-on from his goddess. The celebration was young, so Clark returned to his spot beside Lucille, and held the pink behemoth that just ravaged and defiled the woman he once vowed to marry.
Lois felt the heat radiating off her body as Lucille leaned back. She shivered as Lucille whispered huskily toward the defeated woman's body…ready for another treat.
"You know, if you just took this ring and married Clark," her voice was sly yet seductive, and Lois felt her skin prickle in fear. Clark gave her the ring. She held it, she owned it, "This never would have happened."
Lois watched in awe as Lucille slowly and carefully lowered the ring into her pink panties, between her legs. She gulped as Lucille met her eyes, her gaze sending a thrill through Lois' body.
"You know what to do," Lucille purred in a low voice and Lois felt herself tremble, "Crawl here, little Ultragirl…come, I'm not Clarky here, when I tell you to take the ring, you better take the fucking ring."
Slowly, Lois crawled towards Lucille, between her legs. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her face felt hot as she met Lucille's gaze. Lucille looked down at her with a calm expression, her red eyes full of mischievous teasing.
For a long moment they both stayed silent, the only sound in the room being the heavy breathing coming from Lois' lungs. She kept her eyes fixed on Lucille as her trembling hands slowly moved towards her intimate area, igniting a wild fire deep within her Mistress. Lois was going to do it. She was going to submit, and pay tribute to Lucille's majesty.
Lois gradually parted Lucille's inner thighs, and her stomach flipped as her fingers moved between Lucille's pussy lips. She felt her arousal intensifying as the ring began to emerge from Lucille's depths…teasing her. The sensation was too much for Lois, and she felt herself growing more and more aroused as her fingers became more frantic, trying to pull the diamond out.
"No! Lois! Stop!" It was Clark…finally fighting back. Lois looked towards her love…her former hero and best friend. But there was no hope, Clark, the Superman, was angry not that she was being used, but that she wasn't being used enough.
"You know the Rules Lois...no hands allowed." Clark murmured from nearby.
Lucille's face lit up with pleasure as Lois broke. She continued to search for the ring without using her hands, "That's it, Lois…" Lucille moaned, "let it roll off the tongue…that's it…"
As the ring finally slipped out of Lucille's body, the moans of pleasure emanating from her lips heightened Lois' arousal. Lois felt her own breathing come in heavy as she licked and sucked the ring clean…then kept going. She kept licking her goddess. She tasted so good, she could not stop.
"Oh God," Lucille purred in a breathless voice, trembling in pleasure as Lois pleased her goddess, and would continue to do so until the more powerful woman commanded her to stop.
The look on Lucille's face reminded Lois just how powerful and sexy Lucille was, and sent a wave of arousal through her own body. Taking a deep breath, Lois looked up at Lucille with a newfound awe, then pleased the pussy of Ultragirl over and over again…hoping her mistress might use her big ass strap-on again if she was a really, really good girl.