He Can't

Superman looks up helplessly at his conqueror.

"I..I..I" he stutters.

"Jawohl ****" she booms down at him.

"I c.c.can't operate this. What is it? Who am I?"

Inga looks down contemptuously at the World's strongest man now lying crawling at her feet. "Jaaa" she says slowly. "I see zat I haff completely fucked out der mind of der great Superman. You haff completely lost your memory haff you not."

"I..I..I th..th..think so" he stammers as he writhes at her feet.

"Vell! Vot do you remember?!" she demands.

"I..I..I remember only my complete defeat at your hands. I remember how your blows shattered me, and how your muscles made me feel like a weak little baby by comparison. I remember being indescribably turned on both by the sight of your body and by the pain you could inflict upon me at will. I remember a huge erection, and I remember you fucking me, and making me scream like a child and come like a volcano. And I remember nothing else at all."

"And vot do you vont now" his magnificent dominatrix demands again.

"I want only to serve you. To obey your every command. To be beaten by you often and to be fucked by you over and over again. I want to lick your feet in abject submission. I am less than the dust on which you walk. Command me, my Supreme Conqueror Inga, and I shall obey."

"Ziz is very gut" she says. "But my **** must haff a name. From now on you vill called Inga's Veakling. Is ziz clear!!"

"Yes Oh Goddess". he replies.