Circe

"Circe!" The woman who looked like Diana paused, but only momentarily. "Hmm... Brains and brawn. I see why the slut likes you." Superman just growled at her. "Hmmm... Yeah, I like that anger." She looked at her current form and smirked. "Guess I won't be needing this anymore!" With a snap of her fingers and a 'POOF' of purple smoke, before superman stood a 5'9", red haired goddess, dressed in hardly anything more than a bra and a cloth that if there was a decent wind would leave nothing to the imagination.

"Now then... Back to business." Superman growled again. "Where's Diana." Circe smiled. "Oh, off fucking that Bat of hers probably. Doesn't matter... It's our 'us' time. Where do we start." Superman's mind was racing, how could he get out of this, how could he escape. It wasn't until Circe was right on him that he realized what was happening. "Now LICK!" She ordered moving her hips across his face she ran both her pussy and asshole over his mouth. Superman held it shut. Refusing to let Circe have her way. "Fine." Circe said. "Open you're mouth. Or I'll go pay that little reporter a visit... Clark." Slowly, Clark's mouth opened and his tongue pointed out. "Good boy." Circe said patting his cheek. "But just for the insubordination, you're just getting the ass!" THUD. Circe's whole body came crashing down onto Clark's face, his tongue shooting straight up into Circe's ass. Muffled please of mercy were heard in the dingy basement, but Circe continued to moan and rock her hip on Clark's fat tongue. "Good boy. Tongue fuck my shithole, that's the proper place for 'heroes' serving those stronger... Uhhhh fuck... And doing fucking well!" She moaned. Clark couldn't tell how long he'd spent with his tongue shoved up her ass, but when she finally left he felt so exhausted he fell into a deep sleep.

His dream saw Lois, riding ontop of him, nude, breasts bouncing as she hopped up and down. She was saying something. What was it? 'b- - --a-e. F-ck-ng -e -ir-e- s---e' "What?" Clark called out. But she was distorting, her face was becoming pale, her hair turning from brown to red, her eyes... "FUCK YES!" Circe cried out as she rode him up and down. Fucking Clark's brains out, bouncing on top of him wildly, Clark tried to reach up, tried to push her off, but she slapped him. It stung his face, he tried again, tried to shove her, this time she reach back and squeezed his balls so hard they turned purple. "FUCK!" He shouted.

He dreamt, Lois riding him, trying to tell him something, something important.

He woke up again. Circe's cunt was dry humping his semi cock.

dreamt, Lois begging.

Awake, trying to escape, SLAP, SLAP.

Asleep, Lois repeating over and over, something he just can't hear.

Awake, Circe's mouth deep throating him to the hilt.

Asleep, Begging.

Awake, escape attempt, dildo up his ass.

Asleep, the word "Fucking" clear and distinct.

Awake, thrusting into Circe's joyous cunt.

Asleep, Lois moaning, repeating again and again and again.

Awake, kissing Circe's mouth, sucking on her tongue.

Asleep... Finally... The message is clear: 'be a ****. Fucking be Circe's ****'

Awake. "My love." Clark said seeing Circe tit fucking up as he awoke. "MY Superman..." She said with a grin. "Ohhhh that feels sooo good." Circe nodded. "I know baby... Do you want to cum?" Superman nodded. "Yes, yes, please... Please finally... Please let me cum." Circe smiled. "You know what you have to do, right?" Superman nodded. "Say it, say it and I'll make you cum, go on!" Superman smiled, a drunken, lustful smile. "I'll kill them." Circe laughed "Louder!" "I'LL KILL THE WHOLE JUSTICE LEAUG....FUUUUUCK!" He shouted as his cum shot out of his cock, erupting like a vulcano, Circe drinking and slurping up as much as she can. "Good... Go. And when you get back... I'll give you a special treat."