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Chapter Nine:  The Corruption of Lois Lane

 Lois sat on the sofa and sighed.  Her thumb tapped the remote and switched
to channel five.  Scenes of conflagration  and chaos danced before her on
the TV screen.  Firemen and policemen hard at work, desperately trying to
save the people whose lives were still in danger as a result of the
skyscraper's collapse.  And there was Superman, lifting heavy bits of
debris, putting out fires with his breath, and basically saving the day, as
usual.

 And Lois was stuck here, in her apartment, watching the whole thing on TV.

 She sighed again, and tried to ignore the sensations coming from her groin.
She flipped to another channel and saw an attractive young man getting out
of a car.  Absent mindedly, she placed her hand in her lap, right on top of
her covered crotch.  The young man went into a building, and the commercial
ended.  She searched for another channel.  Swimming competitions.
Half-naked men, waiting their turn.  Her hand slipped in between her legs,
her fingers resting against her panties.  Hairless chests, dark nipples,
cocks bulging through swim trunks.  Her fingers began to tease, worming
their way up and down her slit.  In and out of the water, gasping for
breath, their powerful strokes propelling them across the pool.  Her robe
parted a little, her hand snaking beneath the panties, over the forest of
pubic hair on its way to her moistening cunt.  Climbing out of the water
now, water droplets beading and trickling across tan, well-muscled chests.
Her legs widened, and her fingers began to dig in.  Oh, those cocks...those
bulging cocks!  She moaned and rubbed a wet finger against the fleshy hood
protecting her clit.

 "And now, in other news..."  She hastily fumbled for the remote control.
There, an adult channel.  Hips slamming against hips, cock shoved into cunt.
Her fingers resumed their work.

 But then there was a knock at the door.

 "Coming!" she shouted.  Her fingers increased their pace, rubbing,
circling, thrusting.  Almost there...

 Another knock.  "Dammit, Clark..."  With great reluctance, she turned off
the TV and closed her robe.  She got to the door and peeked through the
hole...

 It was the two men from the taxi.

 She backed away from the door, though part of her wanted to open it for
them.  She didn't need to bother, though; they broke the door open and
stepped inside, followed by a third man that she easily recognized:  The
Joker.

 "Good evening, Ms. Lane," said the leering clown.  "Have we caught you at a
bad time?"

 "What do you want?"  She glared at them and kept moving backward, though
there was nowhere to go.

 "Oh, we're just doing a survey," said Joker.  "It's about public
transportation.  I understand you took a taxi ride earlier today.  Tell me,
was your experience enjoyable?"

 "Get out of here," she growled.  "I'm warning you..."

 Joker sighed and rolled his eyes upward.  "Why do they always have to
resist?  Boys, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

 Lois tried to struggle against the two thugs, but all she managed to do was
loosen her robe, exposing her bra and panties as they carried her to the
bedroom.  There, they held her down on the bed and tied her wrists to either
side of the headboard.  She tugged at her bonds, but they would not loosen;
she screamed, but there was no one to hear her.

 "Superman isn't going to save you this time, my dear," said Joker.  "He's
busy trying to clean up my little mess at the southern end of town."

 "YOU blew up the Tower?"

 "Well, I wasn't the one who actually did it, but it was my idea.  You see,
I needed a way to distract Superman, to get him away from you so that I
could properly seduce you."

 "You call this seduction?"  She strained against her bonds.

 "I admit it's not exactly roses and candle light," said Joker.  "But after
a little dose of my special potion here, you won't need anything fancy.
You'll just beg to have your cunt filled, and we'll happily oblige."

 "Never," she hissed.  But she was afraid that Joker was right.  She was
already highly excited - and as much as she hated to admit it, the thought
of being fucked by these three men was making her very horny.  She tried to
resist it, but those familiar sensations were beginning to course upward
from her cunt, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she surrendered to
them.  Her heart was racing, but she couldn't tell whether it was from fear
or excitement.

 The thugs held her mouth open and forced her to drink.  She managed to spit
out the first attempt, but not the second, nor the third.  Joker just stood
there and watched, grinning all the time.  "Good girl," he said.  "Now just
lie back, and allow us to pleasure you."

 Lois watched helplessly as the three of them began to undress.  She closed
her eyes as they began to remove their underwear; she knew that the sight of
a naked cock would only enflame desire her even faster.  But her imagination
was not helping; in her mind's eye, she saw the three of them standing
there, with their dicks hanging thick between their legs.  How long would it
be before one of those dicks was pushing into her cunt?  Not long, she
hoped.

 "Stop it," she told herself.  "Try to think of something else."  She felt
strong hands sliding up and down her thighs.  "Think about the article I'm
working on, about government corruption."  Someone kissed her breast - a
slow, wet, lazy kiss.  "Think about...what I would do if I won the lottery."
Someone was licking her belly, and she began to pant.  "Think about...think
about..."  The mouth on her breast had found the lust-hardened nipple, and a
warm, wet sucking began.  "Think..."  There was a mouth at her other nipple,
and there were hands sliding all over her stomach and thighs.  "Think about
Clark."  She imagined it was Clark who was kissing her lips, and she
returned the kiss with passion.  But she knew it wasn't Clark's hand between
her legs.  "Think about..."  She groaned as the hand began to stroke her
pussy lips.  "Think about...cocks."  She spread her legs a little, and
moaned as she felt a tongue lapping at her cunt.  "Think about men with hard
cocks."  The tongue began to swirl around her opening, taking occasional
stabs at her engorged clit.  "Think about being fucked by a nice, hard
cock."  She began to smile.

 She opened her eyes just as Joker was guiding his cock into her hungry
pussy.  The bulbous head pushed its way inside her, and she felt herself
opening to accommodate it.  His penis slid deeper into her, her resistance
fading with every inch.  Finally it was in all the way, and she gave Joker a
lusty smile.

 "I'm going to fuck you now, Ms. Lane," said Joker.  "Are you ready?"

 Lois nodded eagerly.  She couldn't think of anything in the world that she
wanted more than his hard dick.

 "All righty then...here we go!"  His cock slid out, then pushed back in
again.  He began to screw her, very slowly.  It was agonizing.  She ached
for a faster rhythm, and told him so.

 "Fuck me harder, you bastard..."

 Joker smiled and started to move his hips faster.  Her whole body shook
with each thrust of his cock into her clutching pussy.  She watched
helplessly as he invaded her cunt again, again, again.  The other two men
were busy licking her, sucking her, stroking her - doing their best to drive
her completely wild.  She was being bombarded with pleasure from every part
of her body, and she felt herself building toward a tremendous orgasm.  If
they hadn't tied her hands to the bed, she would have reached out to caress
their smooth, muscular bodies.  As it was, she could only watch as they
pleasured her in every way.  She closed her eyes and allowed the three
villains to carry her away into ecstasy.

 She felt teeth gently biting at her sensitive, swollen nipples.  She felt
trails of saliva across her heaving belly as a hot tongue kissed and sucked
its way across her stomach.  Hands were stroking her breasts, hands were
massaging her thighs,  raising them, spreading them further apart to allow
maximum penetration from that wonderful cock.  It was churning in and out
much faster now.  She could hear the wet sounds of their fucking as his dick
slurped in and out of her.  It wouldn't be long...

 Joker grabbed her hips and fucked her even faster.  This was it.  No more
games, no more teasing.  She saw his face, fixed on her naked body: her
wobbling breasts, her smooth belly, her legs spread wide apart.  He wasn't
smiling anymore.  She knew he was going to impregnate her.  She knew he
wouldn't stop until he shot his seed into her womb.  He was going to empty
his balls into her cunt, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
And while she didn't want to be pregnant, she DID want his cock.  And that's
exactly what he was giving to her; pistoning in and out, in and out, in and
out.  Her breasts, suckled insistently; her thighs and belly, massaged
deliciously; her cunt, screwed fast and deep.  It was just too much.  She
felt her climax welling up inside of her, cascading from inside like a dam
being burst.  Her mind erupted, floating away on a cloud of orgasmic
delirium.  Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened in a silent moan.  She
could still feel that cock, boring into her spasming cunt.  She didn't want
him to stop...she didn't ever want him to stop.

 During the car ride to the Hall of Doom, the villains kept Lois at a slow
boil.  Their hands and mouths never left her alone, and she could only pant
and moan as they tickled her and licked her, sucked her and fucked her.  She
was dazed and quivering from another orgasm as they led her into their
headquarters, where they took turns fucking her all night long.  By morning,
she belonged to them completely.

 Clark Kent returned to an empty apartment, unaware that the woman he loved
was now a prisoner at the Hall of Doom, where she was lying naked and
moaning lustfully as yet another cock pushed its way into her juicy cunt.


to be continued...

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