Message-ID: <29857asstr$987289803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Stephen Gray" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mimeole: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 13:11:35 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 09 {S Gray} (MMMF nc mc reluc preg) Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Chapter Nine: The Corruption of Lois Lane Lois sat on the sofa and sighed. Her thumb tapped the remote and switched to channel five. Scenes of conflagration and chaos danced before her on the TV screen. Firemen and policemen hard at work, desperately trying to save the people whose lives were still in danger as a result of the skyscraper's collapse. And there was Superman, lifting heavy bits of debris, putting out fires with his breath, and basically saving the day, as usual. And Lois was stuck here, in her apartment, watching the whole thing on TV. She sighed again, and tried to ignore the sensations coming from her groin. She flipped to another channel and saw an attractive young man getting out of a car. Absent mindedly, she placed her hand in her lap, right on top of her covered crotch. The young man went into a building, and the commercial ended. She searched for another channel. Swimming competitions. Half-naked men, waiting their turn. Her hand slipped in between her legs, her fingers resting against her panties. Hairless chests, dark nipples, cocks bulging through swim trunks. Her fingers began to tease, worming their way up and down her slit. In and out of the water, gasping for breath, their powerful strokes propelling them across the pool. Her robe parted a little, her hand snaking beneath the panties, over the forest of pubic hair on its way to her moistening cunt. Climbing out of the water now, water droplets beading and trickling across tan, well-muscled chests. Her legs widened, and her fingers began to dig in. Oh, those cocks...those bulging cocks! She moaned and rubbed a wet finger against the fleshy hood protecting her clit. "And now, in other news..." She hastily fumbled for the remote control. There, an adult channel. Hips slamming against hips, cock shoved into cunt. Her fingers resumed their work. But then there was a knock at the door. "Coming!" she shouted. Her fingers increased their pace, rubbing, circling, thrusting. Almost there... Another knock. "Dammit, Clark..." With great reluctance, she turned off the TV and closed her robe. She got to the door and peeked through the hole... It was the two men from the taxi. She backed away from the door, though part of her wanted to open it for them. She didn't need to bother, though; they broke the door open and stepped inside, followed by a third man that she easily recognized: The Joker. "Good evening, Ms. Lane," said the leering clown. "Have we caught you at a bad time?" "What do you want?" She glared at them and kept moving backward, though there was nowhere to go. "Oh, we're just doing a survey," said Joker. "It's about public transportation. I understand you took a taxi ride earlier today. Tell me, was your experience enjoyable?" "Get out of here," she growled. "I'm warning you..." Joker sighed and rolled his eyes upward. "Why do they always have to resist? Boys, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." Lois tried to struggle against the two thugs, but all she managed to do was loosen her robe, exposing her bra and panties as they carried her to the bedroom. There, they held her down on the bed and tied her wrists to either side of the headboard. She tugged at her bonds, but they would not loosen; she screamed, but there was no one to hear her. "Superman isn't going to save you this time, my dear," said Joker. "He's busy trying to clean up my little mess at the southern end of town." "YOU blew up the Tower?" "Well, I wasn't the one who actually did it, but it was my idea. You see, I needed a way to distract Superman, to get him away from you so that I could properly seduce you." "You call this seduction?" She strained against her bonds. "I admit it's not exactly roses and candle light," said Joker. "But after a little dose of my special potion here, you won't need anything fancy. You'll just beg to have your cunt filled, and we'll happily oblige." "Never," she hissed. But she was afraid that Joker was right. She was already highly excited - and as much as she hated to admit it, the thought of being fucked by these three men was making her very horny. She tried to resist it, but those familiar sensations were beginning to course upward from her cunt, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she surrendered to them. Her heart was racing, but she couldn't tell whether it was from fear or excitement. The thugs held her mouth open and forced her to drink. She managed to spit out the first attempt, but not the second, nor the third. Joker just stood there and watched, grinning all the time. "Good girl," he said. "Now just lie back, and allow us to pleasure you." Lois watched helplessly as the three of them began to undress. She closed her eyes as they began to remove their underwear; she knew that the sight of a naked cock would only enflame desire her even faster. But her imagination was not helping; in her mind's eye, she saw the three of them standing there, with their dicks hanging thick between their legs. How long would it be before one of those dicks was pushing into her cunt? Not long, she hoped. "Stop it," she told herself. "Try to think of something else." She felt strong hands sliding up and down her thighs. "Think about the article I'm working on, about government corruption." Someone kissed her breast - a slow, wet, lazy kiss. "Think about...what I would do if I won the lottery." Someone was licking her belly, and she began to pant. "Think about...think about..." The mouth on her breast had found the lust-hardened nipple, and a warm, wet sucking began. "Think..." There was a mouth at her other nipple, and there were hands sliding all over her stomach and thighs. "Think about Clark." She imagined it was Clark who was kissing her lips, and she returned the kiss with passion. But she knew it wasn't Clark's hand between her legs. "Think about..." She groaned as the hand began to stroke her pussy lips. "Think about...cocks." She spread her legs a little, and moaned as she felt a tongue lapping at her cunt. "Think about men with hard cocks." The tongue began to swirl around her opening, taking occasional stabs at her engorged clit. "Think about being fucked by a nice, hard cock." She began to smile. She opened her eyes just as Joker was guiding his cock into her hungry pussy. The bulbous head pushed its way inside her, and she felt herself opening to accommodate it. His penis slid deeper into her, her resistance fading with every inch. Finally it was in all the way, and she gave Joker a lusty smile. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ms. Lane," said Joker. "Are you ready?" Lois nodded eagerly. She couldn't think of anything in the world that she wanted more than his hard dick. "All righty then...here we go!" His cock slid out, then pushed back in again. He began to screw her, very slowly. It was agonizing. She ached for a faster rhythm, and told him so. "Fuck me harder, you bastard..." Joker smiled and started to move his hips faster. Her whole body shook with each thrust of his cock into her clutching pussy. She watched helplessly as he invaded her cunt again, again, again. The other two men were busy licking her, sucking her, stroking her - doing their best to drive her completely wild. She was being bombarded with pleasure from every part of her body, and she felt herself building toward a tremendous orgasm. If they hadn't tied her hands to the bed, she would have reached out to caress their smooth, muscular bodies. As it was, she could only watch as they pleasured her in every way. She closed her eyes and allowed the three villains to carry her away into ecstasy. She felt teeth gently biting at her sensitive, swollen nipples. She felt trails of saliva across her heaving belly as a hot tongue kissed and sucked its way across her stomach. Hands were stroking her breasts, hands were massaging her thighs, raising them, spreading them further apart to allow maximum penetration from that wonderful cock. It was churning in and out much faster now. She could hear the wet sounds of their fucking as his dick slurped in and out of her. It wouldn't be long... Joker grabbed her hips and fucked her even faster. This was it. No more games, no more teasing. She saw his face, fixed on her naked body: her wobbling breasts, her smooth belly, her legs spread wide apart. He wasn't smiling anymore. She knew he was going to impregnate her. She knew he wouldn't stop until he shot his seed into her womb. He was going to empty his balls into her cunt, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. And while she didn't want to be pregnant, she DID want his cock. And that's exactly what he was giving to her; pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breasts, suckled insistently; her thighs and belly, massaged deliciously; her cunt, screwed fast and deep. It was just too much. She felt her climax welling up inside of her, cascading from inside like a dam being burst. Her mind erupted, floating away on a cloud of orgasmic delirium. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened in a silent moan. She could still feel that cock, boring into her spasming cunt. She didn't want him to stop...she didn't ever want him to stop. During the car ride to the Hall of Doom, the villains kept Lois at a slow boil. Their hands and mouths never left her alone, and she could only pant and moan as they tickled her and licked her, sucked her and fucked her. She was dazed and quivering from another orgasm as they led her into their headquarters, where they took turns fucking her all night long. By morning, she belonged to them completely. Clark Kent returned to an empty apartment, unaware that the woman he loved was now a prisoner at the Hall of Doom, where she was lying naked and moaning lustfully as yet another cock pushed its way into her juicy cunt. to be continued... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+