Chapter Ten: The Man of Steel
To most people, it was just another day at the office. Clark sat at his desk and watched the never-ending flow of traffic. It was like an ant hive, busy and active, each worker obsessed with carrying out his or her own particular task. Normally, Clark was one of them, diligently preparing his latest article. But today, he found himself staring listlessly at Lois' empty chair.
What had happened to her? He couldn't stop thinking that she had been kidnapped by those men...those awful men who had tried to seduce her before. What did they want with her? His heart shuddered to think of what they might be doing to her right now. For all he knew, she might be lying on her back somewhere, moaning helplessly as they stroked her and licked her...
"More coffee, sir?"
Clark nodded, accepting the styrofoam cup. "Thanks, Cathy."
"No problem. Let me know if you need anything else." She smiled at him and winked. Clark watched her as she walked away. She had been hired only a week ago, and already several of the guys had asked her out on a date. Apparently she turned them down, claiming that she preferred not to get involved with co-workers. And yet she consistently wore short skirts and tight-fitting shirts - clothes that could have only one possible purpose: to draw the attention (and the arousal) of every man in the office. Clark didn't approve of such clothing, but he had to admit that she made great coffee. He took a sip, and noticed a curious aftertaste. Was she was using a new blend?
He went back to work, trying to think of a way to find Lois. His mind kept conjuring up lurid images of her, being sexually assaulted. He pictured her face, grunting and gasping as they screwed her mercilessly. He imagined her legs spread wide apart, her breasts jiggling as they pounded her with their cocks...
Clark drank the whole cup, staring at Cathy again as she sauntered through the office. She was wearing a red shirt today, which was tight enough to perfectly reveal her breasts. He tried to resist the urge to take a peek through her clothes with his X-ray vision. Oh, maybe just one little glance. He squinted a little, and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. The breasts were as delicious as he imagined them - full and ripe, accented with pepperoni-size aureoles. He imagined his tongue lapping at those nipples, making them hard enough to suck and nibble...
What was happening to him?! He tried to clear his mind of such illicit thoughts. "I need to get out of here," he murmured. He got up and went toward Perry's office. The door was closed - which was unusual, since Perry liked to keep abreast of things in the office. Clark knocked and opened the door to find that Perry was indeed keeping abreast, and a thigh as well. His pants were down, and he was sprawled on top of Diane, licking her nipples as his cock sawed in and out of her. The two of them looked over at him, but didn't stop their mating. "Clark, shut the door, will you? I'm busy!" Diane moaned; apparently she was busy as well.
Clark shut the door and turned around, accidentally bumping into a receptionist as she came up behind him. Her papers went flying as she slipped and fell on her bottom.
"Margaret, I'm sorry...are you all right?" He extended his hand to her.
Margaret just sat there and stared at Clark with a dazed smile. Her legs spread apart, and Clark could see the panties beneath her skirt. She took his hand and sprang to her feet, leaning against him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his, and he felt his cock beginning to stir. As if reading his mind, she placed her hand on his crotch as his dick began to stiffen. He felt as though he couldn't move; all he could do was stand there and allow himself to be fondled. She was wearing perfume - a strong, rose-like odor that seemed somehow familiar...
Then he realized it was the odor that he had detected in the taxi, when those two men had fucked Lois. He was dimly aware that it was some sort of aphrodisiac - a powerful love drug that had already filtered into his mind, making him want to fuck every woman in the office...starting with Margaret. He pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms wide apart. He struggled for a moment, watching her heaving breasts, her lusty smile. Part of him knew that this was wrong, and urged him to flee - but the other part, the growing part, wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.
"No!" With an effort, he pushed Margaret away from him and moved toward the nearest window. He had to get out of here now, before it was too late.
"Clark!" It was Cathy. Cathy, with her beautiful, luscious breasts. In his weakened condition, he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her. Just a few more steps to the window...
"Clark, Lois is in danger!"
He stopped just short of the window. "What do you mean? Where is she?"
"I saw her go into a conference room with two men. Come with me, I'll show you."
It might have been a trap, but Clark had no choice; if there was even a chance that Lois was here, he had to try to save her.
He followed her through the office, trying his best to ignore the lusty urges that were beginning to rage through his body. The whole office had gone mad. Blouses were ripped open, pants were dropped, and everyone was fucking each other. Everywhere he looked, he saw women sprawled on the floor, begging to be fucked. And the men were happy to oblige; there was not a soft cock in the entire building. Old or young, fat or thin, mail clerk or vice president...everyone was getting laid today. The air was filled with the sounds of grunts, gasps, moans, screams - and of course, wet squishy fucking noises. The sights and sounds were driving Clark insane. And there was Cathy, walking in front of him, her tight young ass swaying as she led her deeper into the lust-crazed office. It was all he could do not to grab her...and turn her around...and tear off that tight red shirt...and put his mouth to one of those pink nipples...
"In here," she said, pointing to a closed door.
Clark kicked the door open and dashed into the room, ready for a fight. But there were no thugs, no evil robots, no supervillains - only Lois, lying on the large conference table. She was completely naked, and her body was as beautiful as he had always dreamed it would be. He could not help staring at her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her pussy. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled seductively at him.
"Thank you for bringing him here, Cathy," said Lois. "Could you take off his clothes, please?"
"With pleasure," said Cathy, who started by reaching up and pulling his glasses off.
"Lois...what's...what's going on?" Clark stammered, helplessly allowing Cathy to remove his tie.
Lois smiled. "You're about to fuck me," she said, idly fingering her pussy. "And I have to admit, I'm looking forward to it."
"No, this isn't right," said Clark weakly as Cathy unbuttoned his shirt. "Lois, you're being controlled...you have to fight it!"
Lois shook her head. "You're wrong, Clark. I'm not being controlled. I've simply been...enlightened." She caressed her breast. "In the past few days, I've been fucked more times than I can count. That night, when the Trade Tower fell, they came to my apartment and kidnapped me. They took me back to their headquarters and took turns screwing me, all night and all next morning, until I couldn't think straight. And with every wonderful orgasm, I came to realize that I've been missing out on so many things in life. I've spent my time working my ass off, making money...and for what? All I'm after now is pleasure...it's all that's really worth living for."
Clark's shirt was off now, and his belt was sliding away. "Lois, this is madness...there's more to life than just pleasure."
She smirked at him. "Oh really? Like what? Truth, justice and the American way? Those things are imaginary, Clark. They don't exist. But THIS does." She pointed to her pussy. "And don't tell me you don't want it. Even without the vapors they've got circling throughout this entire building, even without the drugged coffee that Cathy's been feeding you all morning, I know you've been lusting after me for years. Well, now you're going to have me. My pussy is waiting for you, and you can't resist it, can you?"
His shoes and socks were off, and his pants had fallen. Lois smiled in appreciation at the sight of his hard, naked cock. "No, obviously you can't resist me. You know, I've always wondered what it would feel like to have Superman's cock drilling into my pussy. And now, I'm about to find out."
He stood there naked, and yet made no move toward her. "Don't bother trying to resist me, Clark. You can't." She spread her legs. "I'm a female. I'm designed to make you horny. Look at my breasts, my pussy. It's too late for you to escape. You have to fuck me. Until you do, you won't be able to think about anything else. Your only option is to shove your cock in and out of my pussy until you can't stand it anymore. And then, once you've had an orgasm, you'll see things the way I do."
Clark said nothing, but crawled on top of the table, his dick hanging down between his legs. Lois stared up at him. "Fuck me, Clark. It's what you want, and it's sure as hell what I want."
He couldn't fight it anymore. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and his body locked against hers, his hands groping the soft flesh of her torso. "That's more like it," she said, smiling. "Now suck my nipples."
Clark obediently began slurping away at her engorged tits. Lois grinned and watched him as he suckled her. He belonged to her now. She put her hand on his head, and sighed contentedly as her body began to react to him. A familiar sensation was beginning to spread through her groin. She was becoming ready for his cock.
"It's time for you to fuck me, Clark," she purred into his ear. "Time to give in to me, completely." She watched as he positioned his magnificent cock at her entrance. "Do it," she said. "Forget about everything else, and just fuck me." Then she felt his cock worming its way inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned; never in her life had she felt so filled. It was almost painful...but deliciously so. His cock slid out, and then in, and then out, and then in. A slow mating rhythm began. Lois smiled at the expression on Clark's face. He was enjoying this. All hints of struggle were now gone; the Man of Steel was now her fuck slave.
He began to move a little faster, and she submitted to the sensations that were coursing through her body. His cock was deliciously large and hard, and she moaned as it plunged in and out of her juicy cunt. "That's it, Clark...fuck me hard...feed me your cock..." Her legs wrapped around his back as he screwed her.
Clark was dimly aware that he was in terrible danger. And yet, with all his amazing powers, he couldn't stop fucking her. It just felt too good. His dick slid in and out of her hot, wet hole with an unstoppable rhythm, as if it had a mind of its own. And she wasn't helping; every word out of her mouth was a lusty encouragement. Every feminine whimper and groan only enflamed his lust, driving him wild. He felt himself turning into a mindless fuck machine, wanting only to burrow his cock into her womb and shoot her full of his seed.
Lois began to rub her breasts; her hips were bouncing against his with a rhythm of her own. This was what she wanted; she wanted to be fucked; she wanted to corrupt him. He knew it, and yet he was powerless to stop it. The need in his cock was growing steadily stronger. He banged her faster now, his cock slamming in and out of her slobbering pussy at a frenzied pace. Lois writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sides of the table as she threw her head back in a silent moan. She was coming; his cock was bathed in cunt juice as she groaned and quivered.
He waited until she was ready again, then continued to pound his penis into her. She was lost in a hazy delirium of ecstasy; all she could do was close her eyes and moan. He grabbed her raised thighs and began to churn his dick in and out of her, faster and faster. Nothing would stop him now; he was insane with lust. His eyes stared intently at her fleshy cunt lips as his engorged cock slid in and out, in and out, his balls wetly slapping her. Her smooth belly writhed beneath him, a belly that might be bulging in nine months or so, as a result of what he was doing to her. Her words echoed through his lust-ridden mind: "I'm a female. I'm designed to make you horny. Look at my breasts, my pussy." He looked at her sensuous body and knew that she was right. He could feel the sperm welling up inside him, eager to impregnate this helplessly horny female.
A few more thrusts was all it took. Spurt after spurt of semen poured into her waiting womb, and part of his mind seemed to fade away. The only remaining thought was Lois, and how long it would take before he was ready to fuck her again.