The Villainess Monologues:

Superman Defeated

 

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What’s the matter Clark? Or should I say, Superman? Feeling weak? Short of breath? Oooh, did your knees just buckle? Well, you’re going to feel a lot worse once these gentlemen are through with you. Come on out, boys. Don’t worry – Superman can’t fight back, not while high-frequency kryptonite rays are burning into his flesh and causing his muscle tissues to spasm, atrophy and decay. Hit him, Marco. Hit him again. Hey, if a girl’s going to take down the Man of Steel, she’s got to have an edge, right? So why shouldn’t she wear a skin-tight bodysuit made of ultrapurified kryptonite microfibres, and pay three Special Forces veterans to do the dirty work? Guess you didn’t expect this when you asked me out for a drink, Superman. You didn’t think the evening would end with your getting beaten to a bloody pulp by three hired thugs in my apartment. You wanted to fuck me, didn’t you, Superman. You wanted to fuck that sweet, mousy receptionist at the Daily Planet with the thick glasses and the big tits and her hair tied back in a neat little bun. I could see the way you stared at me every morning. And after Luthor raped and killed Lois Lane, you were soooo lonely and desperate. You would stand there and you’d stare at my tits with that x-ray vision of yours, wouldn’t you. You stared right through my blouse and my bra at my tits. It never occurred to you that I was sitting at that desk as part of my plan to destroy you,  Superman. When you finally got up the nerve to ask me out for a drink after work, you didn’t think I would come to work that day wearing a lead-based lining under my clothes, so you wouldn’t see the kryptonite fabric underneath. You didn’t think I would etch an image of my nipples and areolae  in the lining so you would still imagine you were staring at my luscious, beautiful tits. When I suggested we go to my place afterwards, that powerful dick of yours stood straight at attention, didn’t it, Superman. I didn’t need x-ray vision to see that. For all your super-intelligence, you’re still a man, and men become such helpless little lambs when their dicks are big and hard and aching for some tight, wet pussy. Well, right now that super dick and those precious balls are at the mercy of my friend Marco, and he’s just getting started. Mmmm, your screams of agony are getting me so wet, Superman. OK, Marco, that’s enough for the moment. It’s Johnny’s turn now. Let’s watch Superman lie on the floor whimpering in pain. Then let me see what those fists of yours can do to Superman’s pretty face, Johnny. You know what I’m going to do next, Superman? You know what your mousy little bitch captor is going to do once her boys get through with you? I’m going to take this thing off. I’m going to shove the part that’s soaking wet with my cunt juices into your mouth, and wrap the rest of it around your head. Your mouth, nose, and ears and those pretty blue eyes are going to burn and bleed, but you’ll be gagged so tight you won’t be able to scream. I’m going to chain you to the foot of my bed. Then I’m going to take whichever one of these guys did the best job of hurting you, and I’m going to fuck his brains out. That’s the closest you’ll ever get to fucking me, Superman. When we’re not fucking, we’ll take turns licking the blood off your battered, broken body. In the morning, I’ll take you to Lex Luthor, and I’ll collect on the $1 billion contract he has out on you. I’ll use the money for my next project, which is to capture that cute little cousin of yours and make her my slave.

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Credits: Photo, Strange Cosmos. Inspiration, No Name’s entry to The Wizard’s Lair Challenge 7 (no longer available).