Superman has a plan. Will it work?

Superman looked at the kryptonite-laced rope on the table and went through his plan in his head one more time.

After his treatment at Kara’s hands a few days before, he had woken up alone. He had barely cleaned himself up when Hawkgirl and Black Canary came in. They must have known something was up – he could still see their little smirks as he made his excuses and left in a hurry.

Kara’s behavior had once again left him totally confused. The boy scout in him was outraged. But another, strengthening, part of his brain couldn't stop thinking about their training session or Kara herself. He had jerked off repeatedly thinking about her tight little body and perky butt. That would have been bad enough, but he found Supergirl’s new-found dominance kept intruding into his thoughts as he thought about her. The way she had used her superior fighting skills and his desire for her to make him totally helpless drove him crazy. He found himself fantasising about putting himself completely in her hands.

Mingled with the shame of yet another jerk-off session thinking about kissing Miss Kara’s boots came a plan. A minor Metropolis villain called Ropegirl had once managed to tie him up with a kryptonite-laced rope. It didn’t hurt, but he was utterly unable to break it. In the end he was saved by Lois (who hadn’t been slow to see how aroused he was by his predicament).

The rope itself had been easy to remove from the Justice League museum. Clark’s plan, quite simply, was to launch a sneak attack on Kara, use his superior strength to tie her up, and then reason with her. It was shameful, he knew, that he would have to attack Kara from behind to stand a chance against her. What was even worse is that the realisation of his inferiority itself made his dick hard. He considered one last bout of **** masturbation before he put his plan into action, but decided to be strong.

Initially, Superman’s plan worked to perfection. He surprised the eighteen year old girl in her bedroom and, clasping her in a bear hug from behind, threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight. Pinning her hands behind her back he had her trussed up in no time.

Kara could have kicked herself for not anticipating his attack. Still, she **** herself to be calm. Clark was stronger than her and her hands were now tied. But she still had the big advantage that Clark had no control over his dick. As he pinned her to the bed she began to rotate her butt against his crotch. Instantly the Man of Steel’s resolve melted away. He let out a little moan and released his grip slightly. A bit more wiggling and he half stood up, **** to touch himself.

The chance was all Kara needed. Scrambling over onto her back, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed mercilessly. Superman’s lust quickly turned to alarm, and he panicked as he realized he was losing the initiative. As he panicked, he wasted vital seconds trying to pry Supergirl’s magnificent thighs apart. The more she squeezed, the weaker he got.

Finally in desperation, he slammed Kara hard against the wall. She whimpered and looking at her beautiful young face and cornflower-blue eyes he hesitated once again. If he’d had the killer instinct then perhaps he still could have saved himself. But he just didn’t have the warrior spirit his female cousin possessed. Unwilling to hurt her, he went back to trying to break her grip. The vengeful teenager crushed him without a shred of remorse. How dare he attack her like that!

As she squeezed away his strength, Superman dropped to one knee. A few seconds late he couldn’t barely stand, and was only being held up by the power of Kara’s thighs. She scissored him for a little longer, then released him. He slumped against the wall and she placed one foot against his face. He didn’t try to resist.

Kara was pissed at Clark, but elated by her victory. She had actually beaten him with her hands tied behind her back! There would be no doubt who was superior now. The only fly in the ointment was that she was still tied up. She gave the rope an experimental tug, but quickly realized that someone else would have to untie her. And there was really just one candidate.

Turning round she stuck her butt out until it completely smothered Superman’s face. She rubbed her bare foot across his bulge until his dick sprang free. Then she trapped it between her feet and her ankles. A few judicious strokes and she could feel Superman start to shudder and jerk with desire. He was, once more, putty in her hands.

“You’re going to reach up and untie me now, boy. You’re going to do what I say because you know now who’s boss. Isn’t that right?” She felt Clark nod gently against her butt. Supergirl didn’t know quite where she was going with this, but she was sure it would be a lot better than an all-girls’ boarding school.

With some difficulty Superman reached up and loosened Kara’s bonds, his plan in ruins. Kara pushed his face deeper into her butt for a few seconds then moved away. Later she would explain to her boy that she owned him, that his stupid sneak attack had backfired, that he would spend as long as she liked begging to serve her. For now, she had other priorities.

Wrapping the rope round boy’s neck she tugged until he sluggishly got on all fours. Then she led him to the center of the room. Supergirl gently kicked boy until he was lying on his back, his huge chest heaving and his eyes staring wildly at the ceiling. Just like the last time she had destroyed boy physically and sexually, she wriggled out of her red panties. This time, she made sure to rub them across his face, laughing softly as her scent made his already blood red dick bob. boy once again made no attempt to stop her.

Pleased with her efforts, Supergirl stuffed her panties into her boy’s mouth. Then, with a slight sense of fear at the sheer size of the thing, she swung one leg over, and impaled herself on his cock.