The Corruption of Superman

"Circe!" The woman who looked like Diana paused, but only momentarily. "Hmm... Brains and brawn. I see why the slut likes you." Superman just growled at her. "Hmmm... Yeah, I like that anger." She looked at her current form and smirked. "I'd show you my true, beautiful form, but I think breaking you as my sister will hurt you even more!" She snapped her finger, and suddenly it appeared as if the walls of the dungeon melted away, replaced by a large crowd all pointing and laughing at Superman, bound by the lasso. The Woman who was not Wonder Woman pointed at her boot and said "I command you to kiss my boot Superman! Let the whole world see you've become my ****!" He felt himself lean and kiss her shoe, happy to do so. He thrust back, and suddenly he was back in the dungeon. "This is what will happen to you Superman." Circe explained.

"Now then... Back to business." She said tracing a finger under Superman's jaw, he growled up at her. "Where's Diana?" Circe smiled. "It doesn't matter... You've never even met the real Wonder Woman, it's always been me. So where do we start?" Superman's mind was racing, how could he get out of this, how could he escape. It wasn't until Circe was right on him that he realized what was happening. "Now LICK!" She ordered moving her hips across his face she ran both her pussy and asshole over his mouth. Superman held it shut. Refusing to let Circe have her way. "Fine." Circe said. "Open you're mouth. Or I'll go pay that little reporter a visit... Clark." She threatened, wrapping what seemed like a belt that had been irradiated with kryptonite around his neck.

Slowly, Clark's mouth opened and his tongue pointed out. "Good boy." Circe said patting his cheek. "But just for the insubordination, you're just getting the ass!" THUD. Circe's whole body came crashing down onto Clark's face, his tongue shooting straight up into Circe's ass. Muffled please of mercy were heard in the dingy dungeon, but Circe continued to moan and rock her hip on Clark's fat tongue. "Good boy. Tongue fuck my shithole, that's the proper place for 'heroes'; serving those stronger... Uhhhh fuck... And doing sooooo fucking well!" She moaned out. Clark couldn't tell how long he'd spent with his tongue shoved up her ass, he had started to loose track of time, her body pumping into his tongue, the stench of her ass and her moans and cries of pleasure made it impossible to keep track of the time, but eventually... He passed out from the lack of air and began to dream...

In his dream he saw Lois, sucking on his large member. She was completely nude, breasts swaying as she bobbed up and down.

She pulled her mouth from his penis and was saying something. But Clark couldn't tell what it was. 'b- - --a-e. F-ck-ng -e -ir-e- s---e' "What?" Clark called out. But she was distorting, her face was becoming pale, her breasts larger, her eyes... "FUCK YES!" Circe, who still looked like Diana, cried out as she pressed his cock between her breasts, sliding them up and down, fucking Clark's brains out. Clark tried to reach down, tried to push her off, but she slapped away the hand, he tried again, tried to shove her, this time she reach down and squeezed his balls so tightly they turned purple. "GRA!" He shouted in pain.

He shot his load over her breasts, it exploded over her, as if he hadn't cum in weeks, the wave of release that washed over him, overwhelmed him, and he lulled back into a deep sleep.

He dreamt, Lois riding him, trying to tell him something, something important. "b- a --a-e. F-ck-ng -e -ir-e- s---e

He woke up again. Circe's cunt was dry humping his semi cock.

dreamt, Lois on her knees, his warm golden liquid rushing over her hair, showering her.

Awake, trying to escape, SLAP, SLAP, Circe punished him, slamming a large strap-on cock into his ass... He had a beard now? How long had he been here?

Asleep again, Lois repeating over and over, something he just can't hear.

Awake, Circe's mouth deep throating him to the hilt.

Asleep, Begging.

Awake, escape attempt, piss for breakfast.

Asleep, the word "Fucking" clear and distinct.

Awake, thrusting into Circe's cunt.

Asleep, Lois moaning, repeating again and again and again.

Awake, kissing Circe's mouth, sucking on her tongue.

Asleep Lois' tongue deep in Circe's pussy, her hand stroking Clark's cock as Circe kissed him.

Awake, fucking Circe's ass, begging for more from his mistress.

Asleep... Finally... The message is clear: 'be a ****. Fucking be Circe's ****'

Awake. "My love." Clark said, seeing Circe rimming his ass. "MY Superman..." She said with a grin. "Ohhhh that feels sooo good." Circe nodded. "I know baby... Do you want to cum?" Superman nodded. "Yes, yes, please... Please... Please let me cum." Circe smiled. "You know what you have to do, right?" Superman nodded. "Say it, say it and I'll make you cum... go on!" Superman smiled, a drunken, lustful smile. "I'll be your ****." Circe laughed "Louder!" "I'LL BE YOU'RE ****" He shouted. "LOUDER! WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE MY ****?" Circe screamed back, jacking him off as fast as she could. "EVERYTHING! I'M YOUR ****, YOUR PUPPET, YOUR COCK, I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANYTHING FOR MY MISTRESS, PLEASE, LET ME CUM, LET ME BE YOURS, I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU! FUUUUUUUUUCK" He shouted as his cum shot out of his cock, erupting like a vulcano, Circe drinking and slurping up as much as she can as it covered her face. "Good... Go and bring me the heads of the Justice League. And when you get back... I'll give you a special treat."