The Villainess
Monologues:
Superman Defeated
© Basilisc 2004. All rights reserved.
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.
Comments welcome: bhc917 (at) hotmail (dot) com
Credits:
Photo, Strange Cosmos. Inspiration, No Name’s entry
to The Wizard’s Lair Challenge 7 (no longer available).