Lana Lang's house.

Lana Luthor decided that if she wanted Clark, she'd have to take out the compotition, metaphorically speaking atleast. She arrived at her house, carrying a bag with her, snuck into her room and placed a device on the wall, activating it. Once this was done, she stripped her and cuffed Lang's hands to her headboard, and then woke her up. Lang's first order of business after noticing her lack of clothes and cuffed hands, was to scream at the top of her lungs for help. "That won't work," Luthor said to her, "I soundproofed this room with a little device I have, it also makes it so no one can enter or exit until it's deactivated." "Who are you and what do you want with me?" Lang asked her, deciding to stop screaming. "Who I am is not important currently, and what I want is a friend of yours, Clark. I want him all to myself, and as long as you're in the way, I can't do that, and since killing you probably won't help, I'm going to have you join me by giving you so much pleasure that you won't want to do anything else but obey me." Luthor said getting on Lang's bed, lifting Lang's lower body so her pussy was right infront of her face. Soon after, she started licking and sucking with some of the greatest skills humanly possible. This brought Lang to a quick and powerful orgasm in about two minutes.

After her first one, Luthor then added two fingers to the mix, using her thumb to play with her clit. Lang was now screaming yet again, only this time in exstacy and not fear. This set of ministration caused her to have another orgasm, this time it was drawn out due to Luthor pressing a preasure point in her cunt that caused the pleasure to double. Luthor gave Lang three more orgasmn this way, adding a finger before starting on giving her the next one. Once those were done, Lang was exausted and Luthor let her legs and hips down, and got off the bed. Lang thought that this was the end, only to see Luthor strip naked and reach into her bag. "What are you going to do?" Lang asked her panting. Luthor pulled out a strap on and a bottle of lotion, she put on the strap on, and fastened it. "I'm going to give you the best fucking of your life." Luthor said to her. "No, I'm saving myself for. . . . ." Lang quickly protested, with her sentence stopping abruptly. "For who? Clark? Well that's not going to happen." Luthor told her, getting onto the bed, postioning her fake dick at Lang's enterance. She entered slowly, wanting to draw this out, knowing this would work. The strap on she was wearing was designed specifically for situations like trying to break someone or **** or interrogate someone sexually. The person on the recieving end would feel pleasure so great, that she would almost orgasm from full penetration, while the wearer wouldn't feel anything different from a normal strap on. This one wasn't designed for the wearers pleasure, the only effect it had on the wearer was that they could go for days, weeks, months, even years fucking someone and not need to stop for anything, fortunately enough for the recipient, this effect happened to them as well.

Once Luthor hit Lang's hymen, she placed her entire bodyweight on her dick, breaking through and causing Lang to recieve so much pleasure that the pain of her broken hymen would go unnoticed. She then pulled out and started thrusting into her at a slow pace. She applied some of the lotion to Lang's breasts, causing them to become extra sensitive and making everything she felt there pleasureable. Luthor played with Lang's breasts, orally teasing the nipples, occasionally rubbing her own against Lang's and slowing entering and exiting Lang, causing her to have an orgasm about once every 10 seconds. After a few minutes of this, Luthor decided to go all out, taking Lang hard and fast. Lang started having orgasms after every thrust, and was going out of her mind. Luthor kept this up for an hour, Lang was screaming Luthor's name(after she told her it), and Luthor was enjoying this. She then stopped, pulling out and leaving the tip at Lang's now sopping wet entrance. Lang was currently trying to get it back into her, but Luthor wouldn't let her. "Who's your Mistress?" Luthor asked her. "You are." Lang responded. Luthor then started asking her a few questions. "Would you do anything I asked?" "Yes." "Would you kill for me?" Yes." "Would you die for me?" "Yes." "Good." Luthor said, deciding to give Lang a few more orgasms as a reward, eliciting yet another "Yes" from her as she was penetrated yet again.

By the time she was done, Luthor left, leaving a now **** Lang in her room. She left behind a bracelet which Luthor would be using to contact her. Luthor also made sure there was no trace of anything that had happened there before sneaking off.