End: Superboy Makes Lois Lane His Superbitch

In Superboy's grip, Lois Lane was helpless. She couldn't even bring herself to squirm as he lifted her up, her red ass sore and inflamed. The eyes of the other women were on Lois as she panted in pain. Lois didn't know if her spirit had truly been broken or if she was simply exhausted, but the fight had gone out of her...and when Superboy sat on a crystalline throne, he placed Lois on his lap, so that he faced her.

"Get my cock out," he ordered.

The reporter stared down...and she could see he had the lower part of his uniform on, though his chest was now bare, the well-defined muscles exposed to the cold air. The crotch bulged beneath her pussy, so that her cunny ground against the fabric. Her ass burned and ached as it hung in space. Her hands shivered in the cold as she fumbled with the waistband, then pulled it off...and his cock slipped free.

It was a bigger cock than she imagined. Seven or eight inches of pussy pounding pecker.

"My father wanted me to be better than him. In every way," Superboy said, and the way the brainwashed young man said him she knew he meant Superman, whose clone he was. Yet it had been eighteen long years since Superbody had been born...and the purple helmet of his cock looked like it was almost on a level with the reporter's navel.

"Cum on my cock," he ordered. "Or it's another spanking for you."

Lois could feel the eyes of the other women on her back...and now she knew it was jealousy, as she raised herself up and shifted forward. Superboy's hands gripped her arms at the elbows, but it was the reporter herself who had to do the work...and she hated how much she wanted the warmth of his body as the freezing air threatened to freeze her lungs.

Unable to escape, cowed by his strength, Lois eased her pussy onto his dick. She hated herself for her submission. For how wet her pussy was. How much he cold body yearned for the heat that seemed to radiate out of his every cell. The reporter's breath steamed in the air as she sank down, grateful for the sense of warmth in her core even as her ass still burned from the spanking he had given her.

She sank down onto his full length. His cock was so long that it was actually uncomfortable to press down entirely on it. Conscious of his command, Lois moved her body to please herself...not that she had much hope of getting off. Penetration by itself had never brought Lois Lane to climax.

"He never claimed you as his own," Superboy said. "Why?"

"It just...didn't work out," Lois said, stupidly. Her thoughts drifted back on her relationship with Superman. In some other world, some other timeline, she imagined that she and Superman had dated, had married, perhaps had a child. Yet in this world, the world where she was locked in a frozen Kryptonian sex dungeon, and degraded herself on this stupidly oversized cock, they had never expressed their feelings for each other.

"I will," Superboy said fiercely. "And when he sees you as my bitch, he will know who the real Superman is!"

"Is that all you care about?" Lois said...and the red-eyed glare that he shot back in return made the reporter flinch as she gyrated on his cock. Even though she doubted she could grind out an orgasm this way, she couldn't deny that it felt good.

"No," he said. "I want you to be mine. Utterly. Completely. These other bitches mean nothing to me. You are the one I want as my..."

Superboy stopped, and Lois didn't know what the next word would be. Wife? ****? Fucktoy? She panted a little as the movement increased her body heat, and shut out the chill in the air a little. He watched her intently, even as the sweat began to drip from her body. His eyes drank in the sight of her hard nipples, the flush that came over her skin. The way her clit grew erect and pushed out of its little hood, even in the cold air.

In fact, her clit felt more than warm. It felt hot...too hot...

With a gasp, Lois saw the tiny red dots flicker in Superboy's eyes. Then she felt the fire that seemed to engulf her sensitive clit. It throbbed as tiny invisible rays of heat played over its surface...but more than that, Lois could feel invisible hands squeeze and twist it, so that the supersensitive nub twisted this way and that.

Tactile telekinesis! Lois remembered. One of Superboy's less-often-remarked-upon powers. Something Superman couldn't do. Now as Lois Lane impaled herself on that dick, she could feel those invisible hands tease her tits...her ass...an invisible thumb pressed past her lips and she began to fellate it like a cock...and it all felt so damnably good that for a while Lois lost herself in the pleasure.

So that she almost missed the look of terrible triumph on his face when her body went over the tipping-point. Her cunt clenched tight around his cock, buried deep inside of her. An electric spasm went through her muscles and radiated out through her entire body. Thighs squeezed, toes curled, abs pressed in on themselves. An exultant hiss of pure pleasure passed her lips...and then, when he had judged the moment to be right, she felt a stab of pain, deep within. As if a red-hot poker had seared the entrance of her womb...and Lois knew that Superboy had cum in her.

The other women shivered and were turning blue as he stood up, Lois Lane still impaled on his prick. She sucked in cold air.

"The rest of you, go," Superboy said, and their various bonds and manacles opened. "I'm going to train this one alone. Your night out is older, Lois Lane. Your old life is older. From now on, you exist to worship my cock...and you will learn to be wet and ready for me at all times. To beg for my seed."

The women Lois Lane had come to save shook and stared petulantly at the reporter as they left...there was resentment there. Those stupid cunts had wanted to be his playthings. Now here was Lois Lane, utterly helpless in his grasp...and then he said the words that sent a final shiver down Lois Lane's spine.

"When I conquer you, then I will be Superman."