Karim al-Zib - Lois Lane

There was a pause. "Don't worry about me, Chief. I'm fine. It's Superman that needs help, and there's only one person that can do it."

Perry drummed his fingers on the desk. What was Kent talking about? "What do you mean?"

"Lois. Superman's in trouble and only Lois can help him. She's got to be at a place of rendezvous in an hour. Can you arrange it?"

"Well, yes, I think so."

"You mustn't fail. It's a matter of Superman's life or death."

"But what can Lois do? She's only a girl."

"The thing is that she's the right girl to do what has to be done. There'll also be a good story in it. That's all I can tell you right now. Just send her downstairs. There'll be a car waiting at the curb for her."

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Lex, the Superman's arch enemy, became immediately attentive in his hiding place inside the huge antique wardrobe in Lois Lane's room when he heard the door being opened. He maneuvered his bulky body so that one eye was pressed to the small hole which had inconspicuously been bored in the left-hand door, his muscles tensed with barely repressed excitement.

The light snapped on overhead, and he could see the lithe, voluptuous brunette as she ran across the room and flung herself on the bed. She began weeping unabashedly, obviously upset, her lovely face twisted with emotion. Lex smiled tightly, pressing his eye hard against the hole; he could tell by the brightness of her eyes, the flushed appearance of her cheeks, that the drug that given her had done its job well. And he thought he knew, too, why she was weeping. She was missing her heartthrob Superman, who, Lex had already insured, was somewhere very far removed from the naive young eyes of the beautiful Lois Lane.

Yes, Lex was sure that that was why Lois was crying. Good. And in the chemically enhanced condition in which she would soon be, she would see anything Lex suggested to her. Good, good, thought the grinning criminal mastermind. Everything was working out exactly as he and the Outlaws of Zin had planned…

After a time Lois raised herself on the bed and dried her eyes.

She heaved a shuddering sigh and got tremulously to her feet. The grinning Lex watched hungrily as she began to undress, slipping out of her organdy dress, removing her sheer panties and brassiere until she stood naked for a moment in the bright light overhead. Lex sucked in his breath, small beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead, as his watching eye feasted on the dark soft silkiness that covered the junction of her perfectly formed legs, the thin dark hair-lined slit that was temptingly visible running the full-length of her pubic triangle, the alabaster contours of her hips and the white rounded spheres of her breasts with their pink little nipples turgid from her agitated mental state. His mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those tempting buds, to twist and churn them into the rock hardness of helpless passion.

As he watched, Lois took a thin diaphanous nightgown from her suitcase and slipped it over her nakedness with the sibilant rustling of silk. Then she sat down on the bed, sighing once more. Lex held his breath again, willing her to look at the bedside table, to see the bottle of Sherry and the glass he had placed there before entering the wardrobe to hide. Come on, my little beauty, the salivating voyeur thought. It's for you, all for you. A little potion which will set that lovely little pussy of yours twitching, as it has set so many pussies twitching in the past. A maddeningly irresistible aphrodisiac mixed with the Sherry, and all for you…

As if her mind somehow read and interpreted the evil man's thoughts, Lois's eyes swiveled to the night-stand and rested on the bottle of Sherry. Obediently, she reached out a hand and closed it around the bottle, raised it, poured some of the ruby liquid into the glass. She needed a drink, she thought in her morosely insecure mind, something to steady her nerves after the terrible, unnerving scene she had witnessed downstairs-something to make her sleep, sleep away the image of Superman's handsome face burned indelibly on the retinas of her eyes.

Lex smiled in anticipation when he saw her lift the glass of Sherry to her lips and drink deeply from it. She drank again, and then lay back on the bed, reaching up to switch off the light and send the room into semi-darkness. It took Lex's eyes a moment to adjust to the change but he could still see her slim form stretched sensuously down the length of the bed. He clenched his fist tightly as she squirmed around on the bed, trying to get comfortable; he'd show this proud little bitch of Superman's who had everything and who had looked so deprecatingly at him when they were leading him away to jail last year. He would really show her! But he had to be patient, had to wait a few more minutes. He wanted no crying out, the potion had to have time to reach its full effect. His body was soaked in sweat now from the thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in helpless surrender beneath his hardened, oversized cock. The seconds of waiting ticking by seemed like hours- and finally he could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed achingly in his pants; he had to have her, on his terms, right this moment!

He opened the wardrobe door slowly, pushing his head into the semi-darkened room. There was no sound but the soft breathing of the now completely motionless young girl on the bed. He closed the door softly, peering intensely through the darkness at the bed. The head of the sleeping girl was facing straight ahead at the ceiling, and her eyes were clenched tightly shut as if in a deep, hard sleep-yet she moved slightly from time to time as though dreams were coming to her from the haze of a nether-world.

The master criminal Lex Luthor moved catlike around the foot of the bed, not taking his gaze from the reclining figure sprawled there. Lois had drawn one knee up flat on the bed even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of her soft inner thigh gleamed faintly in the darkness where the gown had pulled up in her restlessness. The soft dark hairs covering the exposed, still slightly closed lips of her vagina were plainly visible now to his beady eyes.

He involuntarily drew in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women in his past life of crime, but never any like this! Never any so pure, innocent, proud; never any that he would enjoy humiliating so much.

The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those untouchable lips, that had scorned and deprecated him before, goaded his already half-erect prick into granite hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large expanded head, tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid already beginning to seep from the sensitive contracting gland to smear wetly against his thigh. He silently opened the fly of his trousers, easing the pain slightly.

Slowly, Lex massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head of his huge, disproportionately thick cock, a member he was sadistically proud of, his greatest claim to power and masculinity. Many a woman had cowered before the monster in the past, and many more would so cower in the future; he may not have been a handsome man, but the huge, throbbing prick that he now massaged in his gnarled fingers was his ultimate equalizer; it gave him all the power he needed over the women of the world…

Now he advanced toward the proud young bitch who lay totally at his mercy. The aphrodisiac had done its work well, indeed, and he now intended to teach this haughty young female a lesson neither she, nor her beloved Superman, would ever forget. This gnurly rod which he would ram deep, deep between those open thighs would teach her and her kind to treat him with scorn and revulsion!

Lex's pants dropped heavily to the floor as he opened the last button at the top and fully exposed his long thick member. It stood out in proud menacing erection over the spread-eagled body in the bed beneath. He removed the rest of his clothes, then, and stood for a moment longer hunched over the motionless flesh, stroking himself into rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white hot spurts at any moment. For a second he considered it. It would be a beautiful sight to see his hard penis throbbing out its load into the helpless young girl's face and down over her soft, white, pink-nippled tits. He lewdly pictured it dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush, quivering breasts. But no, he had better plans for her tonight, plans which would be the major first step in the total debauchery the proud, young girl reporter…