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Chapter 11 by Zeebop Zeebop

Who Is The Master?

Superboy Is The Master

"I am," a masculine voice came from behind Lois Lane.

She turned, pulling her fingers from Tonya Wong's pussy. A young man faced her, utterly at ease and confident. Dark hair and blue-green eyes, broad shoulders in a black t-shirt with the familiar S-shield on it, blue jeans.

It was Superboy, from the Titans. The clone that had been made from Superman and Lex Luthor's cells.

"My father gave me this place, as a present for my twenty-first birthday," Superboy said. He held up his arms, and Lois was taken aback by the massive biceps, the well-toned musculature of his chest...she could actually see his abs, the t-shirt was so tight, the muscles so big and well-defined. Lois wasn't even sure why he was so cut...he couldn't exercise like normal people.

With a burst of super-speed, he was right before her. His right hand curled around her neck. The thumb carefully **** her chin up. He looked at her as if she was a horse whose teeth he was checking. Like she was a car he might consider buying. Just some object for his amusement.

"Do you like what you see here, Miss Lane?"

His eyes bored into hers. They seemed to be flashing between blue and green. He drew close and sniffed at her neck.

"I don't know why," Superboy said. "But you smell...very good. Different from my playthings here. Maybe it's because you're more mature."

His free hand found her lower back, and he crushed her body against his own. Lois shivered in his gasp, against the bulge that was pressing against her crotch. Superboy's pupils were dilated, and he was staring at her intently, utterly ignoring the four sluts in his Kryptonian sex dungeon.

"You came here to find out what happened to these women," he said softly. "You've found them...but you don't know what they went through, do you? What they experienced. Why they've chosen to stay. To call me, 'Master.'"

His hand slid down to grope her ass.

"I think I'll help you with your research, Miss Lane. I'll let you experience what they experienced," his lips curled. "Perhaps you're another one of father's little 'presents' for me. He does dote on me so."

How does Lois respond?

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