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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 06 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc nc preg)
Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 04:10:05 -0500
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Chapter Six:  A Change of Control


 After passing through a zoo of sexual experiments, the two villains finally
reached the end of the hall.  "Behold," said Joker, pressing a button.  "My
pride and joy."  The window slid open to reveal a scene that made Luthor's
breath catch in his throat.

 The first thing that he noticed, of course, was her chest.  If someone had
asked him why he liked breasts so much, he wouldn't have been able to offer
a clear explanation.  Maybe it was biological - one of Nature's built-in
plans for attracting males to females (it certainly worked on him!)  He
sometimes found it difficult to concentrate when speaking to a woman; how
could he be expected to focus his thoughts on what she was saying, when
those breasts poked out at him, teasing him, making him wonder what she
would look like beneath that blouse - making him want to push her against
the wall and rip her clothes off.  There, at last...her beautiful hidden
treasures revealed - just hanging there, waiting to be caressed and licked.
Maybe that was it; maybe it was a primal urge left over from infancy - a
desperate desire to suckle.  To graze his teeth on that plump flesh, to
swirl his tongue around that pepperoni aureole, to suck that stiff nipple
into his mouth.  He didn't know why those smooth, pale mounds of flesh
appealed to him so very much, but they did.  And every time he saw a pair
like the ones he was staring at right now, he couldn't help but salivate.

 And then there was the belly - a smooth, luscious landscape of flesh,
punctuated in the middle by a delightful whirlpool of a navel.  Her body
formed a second face - nipples for eyes, navel for mouth.  It stared at him,
and he stared right back.  But his eyes couldn't stay in one place for long,
and they continued their journey southward, following the sensuous curve of
her hips beneath the remains of what might have been a white satin slip.
The torn fabric reached from hip to hip, just barely concealing the entrance
to her womb.  Below the slip, two shapely thighs stretched out to either
side in a wide-open, wanton stance.  He could see why; her ankles were
manacled to the X-shaped cross behind her, and so were her wrists.  She
looked like a beautiful butterfly, pinned upon that sideways cross, spread
out on display for the scrutiny of her captors.

 More than anything else, it was her face that entranced Luthor.  She was
clearly in turmoil, but he couldn't tell whether it was from agony or
ecstasy.  One moment her eyebrows would contract, her teeth would clench and
she would arch her back, as if under torture.  But then the anguish seemed
to dissolve, and her face relaxed into a smile of relieved surrender.  Then
her hips would begin to undulate again, and the look of anguish returned;
her mouth opened in a silent moan, as if she was being invaded by some
large, unseen cock.

 "Meet Sister Catherine," said Joker, smiling widely.  "Or should I say
ex-Sister?  I'm not too sure that she'll return to the convent after her
recent experiences."

 Luthor's jaw dropped.  "This is the nun you were talking about?"

 "The very same.  How do you like her?"

 Luthor couldn't stop staring at her.  "I never would have imagined a nun
looking like this.  What's wrong with her...is she in some sort of pain?"

 "She's going through withdrawal.  It's been several days since I fucked
her, and her mind is starting to recuperate from the effects of the drug.  I
'm guessing that part of her - the superego - is struggling to regain
control.  But just as it gains a foothold, the wicked id pops out, and
suddenly she remembers what it felt like to have my cock pounding into her.
And the superego loses ground, and then tries again.  What you're seeing is
a war between vice and virtue - a brutal, messy war that neither side is
able to win right now."

 "Will she go insane?"

 "Possibly," admitted Joker.  "But I don't intend to let her agony continue
for much longer."

 "What do you mean?  You...you're not going to kill her, are you?"

 Joker looked at Luthor with an expression of wounded surprise.  "What do
you think I am, some sort of monster?  No, I'm not going to kill her.  I'm
going to give her what she wants."

 "So you're going to fuck her again."

 Joker shook his head.  "No...you are."

 "Me?  Why me?"  Luthor was surprised, but his cock was beginning to harden
even as he asked.

 "Because you've been so worried lately - about the Justice League, about
this new project of mine.  You've been under a lot of stress lately, and I
thought you could use some relaxation."  He gestured toward the cell, where
the nearly naked nun continued to writhe in sexual longing.

 "I don't know..." said Luthor.  He moved closer to the glass, his thoughts
already inside the dimly lit room, inside the sweet juicy cunt of that
helpless, beautiful young woman.

 "Take her," whispered Joker, standing right behind him.  "She's ready for
your cock.  She will love it...and so will you."

 Neither Luthor nor his cock needed very much convincing.  "All right," he
said.  "But I want some privacy."

 "Of course, of course," said Joker.  "I'll be busy in the lab...just call
me on the intercom once you're done with her."  The grinning clown retreated
down the corridor with a wave of his hand.  "Have fun!"  His footsteps
faded, and Luthor was left alone.

 He could have resisted entering that room.  He didn't trust Joker at all,
and he doubted that the villainous fool had brought him here just to give
him a bit of pleasure.  The wise thing to do would be to forget about the
woman, to turn around and go back up the elevator.

 But then there was his cock.  He could feel it straining against its
underwear sheath, so hard, so stiff.  It had been about two days since his
last encounter with Cheetah, and he was badly in need of release.  And here
in this cell...  One last look at her through the window was enough to push
him over the edge.  He pressed the button, entered the room and sealed his
fate.

 Her eyes locked upon him as soon as he entered.  He felt like a mouse
approaching a hungry cat; her eyes caressed him and drank him in.  This is
what she had been waiting for, panting for...a male to satisfy her
insatiable female urges.

 And yet, she managed to struggle.  "Please...you have to help me.  Get me
out of here..."  Her words trailed off as he began to take off his shoes.
"You're one of them, aren't you?"  Off came the socks.  "Please...I'll do
anything."  His shirt was unbuttoned and discarded.  "I don't want
to...*ungh*...I don't want to be here...anymore."  His belt slid out and lay
coiled on the floor.  "Please...*ungh*...don't do this..."  Her eyes were
riveted to the bulge in his underwear as the trousers fell.  "Please...I don
't want to..."  And then she was treated to the sight of his naked cock,
hard and slightly curved.  "No...please, no..."  Her voice was only a feeble
murmur now, and her gaze did not wander from that enlarged penis.

 He moved closer to her, until she was only inches away.  She struggled
half-heartedly against her chains.  She kept saying "please", but it was no
longer clear whether she was pleading with him to leave her alone or to put
his hands upon her flesh.  He simply put a single finger on her lips.
"Shhhh."

 His hands slid around the sides of her waist and wandered over the small of
her back.  She ceased to struggle and simply stood there, feeling his hands
caress her body.  Then she felt his mouth on her breast; she felt his hot
tongue licking her, leaving trails of moisture all over her succulent flesh.
Then the suckling began; slow, sensuous tugs at her engorged nipple.  She
couldn't have pushed him away even if she wanted to.  She just dangled
there, allowing him to suck her and tease her.  It was all over; her
battered willpower just collapsed, and she began to give in to the wonderful
sensations of pleasure that this man was giving her.

 By the time his warm mouth left her wet nipple, she was more than ready to
be fucked.  She made no protest as he pulled away the torn slip that covered
her waist.  She didn't object as his hands slid over the smooth cheeks of
her ass.  And she certainly didn't complain when those hands slid down her
belly toward her excited pussy.  At first he just barely grazed her pubic
hair; it tickled her, and she thrust her hips against his exploring hand.
His face was very close to hers now, and he kissed her on the lips - a kiss
that she eagerly returned.  Chained as she was, her kiss was the only way
she could participate in their lovemaking, aside from frantically wiggling
her hips, trying to rub her crotch against him.  She felt his hard cock down
there, parallel to her pussy.  It was only a matter of minutes...

 Or perhaps only seconds.  He looked down and positioned his dick at the
entrance to her cunt.  She eagerly observed, and moaned as he rubbed the
head of his cock up and down her fleshy slit.  And then he started to push
it inside her.  Her mouth opened, but no sound came out; she held her breath
as she felt it slide into her, filling her.  Then it slid back out,
partway - and then suddenly in again!  She threw back her head and let out a
few ragged breaths.  And then she felt it again, and again.  She was
completely overwhelmed by the repeated invasions; all she could do was moan.
Then his rhythm became more regular, and she began to get used to the
fucking.  She began to meet each thrust with a thrust of her own, and soon
they were frantically slamming their hips against each other.  Faster and
faster they fucked, each insistent cock thrust bringing her closer and
closer to the glorious release that she had been craving so badly.  She was
dimly aware that an orgasm would send her sprawling back into the lusty fog
of enthrallment, but she was powerless to stop him.  Even if she hadn't been
chained to this wooden cross, she highly doubted that she would have been
able to resist him.  His cock just felt too good.

 But then, just as she was on the brink of ecstasy, he stopped fucking her.
His cock slipped out from her clutching vagina, and he backed away from her.
There was a look of alarm on his face.

 "What's wrong?" asked Catherine.

 It had not been easy for Luthor to pull his dick out of her.  But he had
detected a distinct odor - quite different from the erotic smell of
Catherine's sex juices.  It was the unmistakable aroma of roses.

 He ran to the intercom, his cock still hard between his legs.  "Joker, you
bastard," he yelled into the wall.  "Get me out of here...now!"

 Joker's response came back, each word filling him with dread.  "Sorry,
Luthor.  I'm in charge now.  I've got plans for the world, and I was afraid
that you would try to interfere.  Just go back to your lovemaking...you two
were doing so well."

 "Joker!  I'm warning you...!"

 "There's nothing you can do, Luthor.  You can't resist it.  In a few
minutes, your lust will overwhelm you.  You cock will go back into that
sweet cunt, and you will forget about everything else.  Just give in...it's
so much easier."

 Luthor picked up the chair and slammed it against the one-way mirror - no
good; it just bounced off.  He went to the door and tried to pry it open.
Where were the hinges...?

 There was a rattling sound behind him; he turned and saw that Catherine's
manacles had fallen to the ground - no doubt released by Joker.  She looked
at him in unbridled lust, and started walking toward him.

 "No, please," he said, trying not to look at her.  "Stay away..."

 She didn't listen to him.  He closed his eyes, but could feel her body
against his.  Her breasts, rubbing against his chest.  Her lips, kissing and
sucking his neck.  Her belly, rubbing against his stomach.  Her legs,
entwining with his legs.  Her hands, massaging his cock into renewed
hardness.  And then she began to rub the head of his cock against the slick
folds of her pussy.

 Luthor knew that he was lost, and he sank to the floor.  Catherine was on
top of him in an instant, carefully guiding his cock into her pussy.  And
then she began to fuck him, riding him up and down, up and down, grinding
herself against him to create as much friction as possible against her
hungry clit.

 It was Luthor's turn to surrender.  Feeling her warm cunt envelop him,
feeling her slide up and down - it was too much for his drug-filled mind.
One look at her gorgeous, bouncing body, and he simply gave up struggling.
His cock belonged to her, now, and he smiled as she thrashed about, caught
in the electric waves of an orgasm.  Her juices coated his groin as she
allowed the spasms to wash over her.

 And when she was ready for more (which didn't take very long), it was his
turn to be on top, thrusting and gasping and plowing his dick into her
sopping wet cunt.  She writhed in pleasure beneath him, one hand caressing
her breast as the other went down to play with her clit.  He felt his orgasm
building as he plunged in and out of her cunt; he felt the telltale
tightness at the base of his cock: it would take only a few more thrusts
before he was lost.  Hot semen, welling up inside his dick as he slammed
into her - thrust, thrust, thrust - and then spurt, spurt, spurt.  His seed
poured into her, and Luthor was so intent upon his orgasm that he hardly
noticed part of his mind locking up.  As for the rest of his mind, all it
cared about was her.  He lay down next to her, with his softening dick still
embedded in her cunt, and smiled when he thought of all the fucking they
would doing for the rest of their lives.


to be continued...

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