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    Lois Lane "Kidnapped

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    Lois Lane "Kidnapped"
    by Heatheranne

    It was a hot and sultry Monday in Metropolis.
    Lois Lane had dressed to match the weather. She had
    worn a white over navy summer dress. It fit tight
    across the bodice and ended well above her knees. She
    had made it business wear by matching the skirt with
    a light weight navy jacket, which she promptly took
    off and put on the back of her chair after arriving at

    After all the hello and how-are-you greetings
    of office life, Lois sat down at her computer and began
    a piece on the homeless of Metropolis. The words came
    easily that morning, and she was so absorbed in the
    work that she didn't notice the visitors at her desk
    until one of them cleared her throat.

    Lois looked up. There were three young ladies
    standing at her desk. "Yes?" she said.

    "Ms Lane?" Lois nodded. "We're the students from
    the junior college?"

    Lois looked down to her appointment book. Except
    for some notes to make calls, her whole day was free.
    She looked back to the girls, "I'm sorry, I don't seem
    to have you down."

    "Oh dear," the same girl spoke. She looked anx-
    iously at the other two, "We put this field trip off
    'till the last minute. Are you sure?" her voice almost
    broke as she looked down at Lois' book.

    "I guess you're looking for the grand tour?"
    Lois said. She was often the role model for young
    ladies in Metropolis. From time to time she had to
    remind herself to be humble about it.

    The girl nodded, "If its not too much trouble."

    "No," said Lois, standing. She looked at her
    watch. She had been typing for nearly two hours, "I
    needed a break anyway."

    "Oh, thank you." said the spokesperson. She put
    out her hand, "I'm Alicia, this is Brooke," she ges-
    tured to the next young lady. "And that's Charlene,"
    she nodded to the third girl.

    "How alphabetical of you," said Lois, as she
    shook hands with each of the young women.

    Alicia and Brooke smiled at her little joke, but
    Charlene just looked puzzled.

    "Let's start over here," Lois gestured at a cor-
    ner of the room.

    As they moved about the news room, most of the
    men present found an excuse to walk by the group of
    women. They knew Lois , of course, a dark haired beauty
    with legs that wouldn't quit. She was always a treat
    for the eyes, but she was a mature woman. Someone to be
    reckoned with. The three young ladies, however, were
    the stuff of men's fantasies. Alicia was a tall, long
    haired blonde with blue eyes and broad shoulders. Well
    defined muscles in her tanned arms and legs gave her
    a fit and athletic look. Brooke was a slightly smaller
    version if Alicia. She was probably the prettiest of
    the three, with an oval face and soft features. Char-
    lene looked as if she had just stepped out of an Irish
    travel poster. She had dark red wavy hair and a creamy
    complexion. Charlene looked a bit heavier than the
    other two. But the men didn't mind since that went
    along with her amply filled tee shirt.

    By the time the women had worked their way back
    to Lois' desk, they were all carrying soft drinks.
    Alicia tapped on Lois' computer screen and said, "What
    are you working on?" Lois turned her attention to the
    screen and began to comment on the piece. As Lois talk-
    ed, Brooke leaned over her desk and poured liquid from
    a small vial into Lois' drink. Almost immediately, Lois
    picked up the drink and as she demonstrated how the
    story would be incorporated into the paper she sipped
    from the doped cola. She didn't seem to notice anything

    A handsome young man approached from across the
    room. Lois wondered what had taken Jimmy so long to
    sniff out the girls. "Hi Lois," he said, pointedly
    looking at the young women around her desk.

    Lois made the introductions. Jimmy said his hel-
    los and started to ask the girls about their classes.
    It was obvious that he would stand there all day chat-
    ting up the girls, if Lois let him. "Jimmy ? Did you
    want something?"

    Jimmy dragged his eyes away from Charlene's
    breasts and turned to Lois. "Uh....yeah, Lois. Those
    pictures you wanted?" Lois nodded. "There's hundreds
    of them. If you could come down to the files and give
    me some idea of what you wanted, then maybe I could
    make a better selection."

    Lois took another sip from her soda, and said,
    "OK, Jimmy, lets make it quick." She stood up, wobbled
    a bit, and had to steady herself by placing a hand on
    her desk.

    "Oh up to fast," Lois said, straightening
    up. "Girls, we'll go to lunch when I get back." She and
    Jimmy headed toward the elevator. The doors opened as
    they approached. As Jimmy stood aside to let Lois in,
    she reached out and slapped Jimmy on the butt and said,
    "You first, stud." Jimmy grinned and rubbed his butt
    cheek as if Lois had actually hurt him - as they step-
    ped into the elevator.

    As Jimmy and Lois walked away from her desk the
    three girls huddled together. "I thought you said that
    stuff would act in a minute or two," whispered Alicia.

    Brooke glared back at her and said, "Listen, I
    put all of the love potion in her drink. Uncle Frank
    warned us that too much would make a person sick. How
    was I to know she'd take dainty little sips in this
    heat? Besides, if little miss butter fingers here
    hadn't spilled the puke drops...."

    Charlene let her voice rise above their harsh
    whispers, "I said I was sorry. I offered to ask Uncle
    Frank for more."

    "There wasn't time!" Brooke said in a stage
    whisper, "You're fingers wouldn't be so slick if you'd
    take them out of your cunt long enough to dry. I bet
    you used all the love potion and put water back in the

    "I did not!" said Charlene in full voice.

    "OK...OK," interjected Alicia, looking around to
    see if they had attracted any attention. "What's done
    is done. At least we had some of it to use. I don't
    know what made Uncle Frank think that we would need
    that stuff." Alicia gave the other girls a quick smile
    that immediately vanished. "OK....she must have drunk
    some of the aphrodisiac. Obviously not enough to make
    her sick." Alicia looked at Brooke, "What do you thinks
    happening to her now?"

    Brooke looked thoughtful for a second and said,
    "Well, she'll either come back here sick as a dog or.."
    Brooke giggled,"... she'll be one very horny woman.


    Damn I'm horny, thought Lois. She leaned against
    a wall of the elevator with her eyes closed. The fami-
    liar feeling of warmth and a creeping fullness was
    flowing slowly into her pussy. It certainly wasn't any
    lack of sex that made her feel that way. Lois was sure
    that she had a love life that would be the envy of any
    woman. After all. she was married to Superman!

    Lois had to suppress a giggle every time she
    heard the phrase, "man of steel." He was certainly
    that. Clark could keep an erection for as long as he
    cared to. And of course he was tireless. More than once
    she'd had to wash dripping, cum soaked bed sheets
    after she had spent hours making him squirt endless
    quantities of love juice.

    But what made him special was the fact that he
    was completely tuned into her wants and needs. If Lois
    wanted to cuddle and talk about her day, then Clark
    gave her all his attention. If she wanted to fuck like
    a nympho then Clark could give her orgasms until she
    passed out.

    "Lois? coming?" asked Jimmy. No,
    but I'd like to, thought Lois. She opened her eyes.
    The elevator had stopped at one of the newspaper's sub-
    basements and Jimmy was standing outside looking at

    "Lead the way, Jimmy." Lois followed the young
    man, his firm butt in particular, down the narrow aisle
    between the filing cabinets. Do I feel this way because
    I'm jealous? thought Lois. Is it because Jimmy was pay-
    ing so much attention to those babes upstairs? It had
    been a while since Jimmy had looked at her with a lust-
    ful eye.

    They turned several corners until Jimmy had
    taken them into a remote corner of the storage area.
    Jimmy stopped at one of the long, low rows of filing
    cabinets and pulled open the top drawer. He took out a
    heavily laden folder of pictures. Throwing it open on
    top of the cabinet, Jimmy said, "I put together a sort
    of 'homeless-through-the-ages' file here." He opened
    the file and spread out several of the pictures.

    Lois moved closer, so close that Jimmy's arm
    brushed against her breast every time he moved one of
    the pictures. Jimmy unconsciously tried to move away
    but the file drawer blocked him. Lois turned until her
    crotch was firmly against Jimmy's leg. She reached up
    and ran her fingers through his sandy blonde hair. She
    put her lips an inch from Jimmy's ear and whispered,
    "I'm sure I'll like anything you've got, Jimmy." Her
    tongue flicked out and barely touched Jimmy's earlobe.

    Jimmy turned toward Lois, which caused her thigh
    to rub against the head of his cock, and said breath-
    lessly, "Lois?....wha'...what about Clark?"

    "Clark?... Clark's just super, "she giggled at
    her pun. "He can screw me silly tonight, but I'm horny
    out of my mind right now, and he's not here." Lois
    leaned forward, rubbing her thigh against a growing
    bulge in Jimmy's pants. "But you are." She pulled
    Jimmy's mouth to hers in a lip smashing kiss.

    Jimmy finally gave into the moment. He began to
    kiss her back. Their lips parted and gave way to
    tongues that melded and played. Jimmy put a hand on
    Lois' firm butt to pull her playful thigh harder onto
    his thickening cock. His other hand went to one of her
    heavy breasts. He could feel her hardened nipple, even
    through her bra and dress.

    Jimmy 's head was spinning. He'd had a thousand
    fantasies about Lois, and now she was exceeding even
    his greatest expectations. In his dreams Lois was a
    pliant, if not enthusiastic partner. But now, in real
    life, she was doing her best to graft her body to his.

    After a couple of minutes of playing and kis-
    sing Lois pulled back a bit. She snaked a hand between
    their bodies and tugged down Jimmy's zipper. His belt
    and then his pants opened at her touch. Then she was
    moving her palm against his shorts, tracing the firm
    flesh of his manhood. Lois looked down, "Why Jimmy,
    you seem to be all excited, "she said, as she ran a
    finger across the wet spot that had appeared on his
    shorts. She brought the finger to her lips and licked
    it. "Yes, just about right," she smiled, looking deeply
    into his eyes.

    Lois turned away from Jimmy and leaned over. She
    flipped the skirt of her dress across her back, then
    pulled down her panty hose. "I can't spread my legs
    very much, but that'll just make me tighter."

    Jimmy could only nod and make moaning sounds as
    he pulled out his throbbing cock. When he got it near
    Lois' cunt, she took it in hand. Lois could feel his
    pulse as she ran the end of his fucker up and down her
    pussy lips and slicked their sex juices over the head
    of his cock. Then, as Jimmy sighed excitedly, Lois pul-
    led his cock into her pussy. He immediately pushed him-
    self as far as possible into the hot, slick, clinging
    warmth of her cunt.

    Jimmy began to pump his rigid tool in and out of
    her silky pussy. Lois found her sensitive button of a
    clit with her finger and began to tickle it rhythmical-
    ly. Jimmy was certainly well hung, thought Lois, but
    she was worried that he wouldn't last very long. Sud-
    denly, to her surprise, she found that she was the one
    with a hair trigger. Her lovely, heart shaped ass
    pounded into Jimmy's crotch as a pussy clinching orgasm
    overtook her. Two minutes later Lois had cum three more
    times, and Jimmy was pumping gobs of cum into her cock
    hugging pussy as he held to her waist and made inco-
    herent little sounds.

    Lois, clinging to one of the file cabinets,
    straightened up. Now that her passion was spent for the
    minute, Lois seemed to realize what she'd done. She ran
    her fingers through her hair and put her clothes in
    place. She couldn't bring herself to look at Jimmy. So
    she called over her shoulder, " Let's keep this our
    little secret. Ok?"

    Jimmy could only nod. He looked faintly silly,
    standing there with his cock drooping from his groin.
    "Listen," said Lois, "Any of those pictures will be
    fine, I'll let you be the judge. I'll see you up-
    stairs." She quickly walked away before Jimmy cold
    even get his softening member zipped away.

    By the time Lois got back to her desk she was
    sweating and had trouble walking. Alicia grabbed the
    drugged soda and pushed it toward Lois, "You look like
    you could use something cold."

    "Thanks," mumbled Lois. She took the can and
    downed the rest of the drink in two gulps. "Lets get
    some fresh air girls. I'm not feeling too well," said

    "Oh really?" said Alicia, taking Lois' arm, "Let
    me help." Alicia gave a conspiratorial smile to the
    other girls as she helped Lois to the elevator.


    Later that day, Clark returned to the news room
    just in time to clear up some end of the day details
    before going home. He checked his computer for any
    electronic mail. At the end of the mail queue there was
    a message from an "Uncle Frank".

    It said: "Dear Mr. Kent; We have kidnapped your
    wife. Don't worry, she won't be harmed in any way as
    long as our instructions are followed carefully.
    Naturally, the police should not be involved. We want
    you to contact your friend, Superman, and have him..."
    The note went on.

    When he finished the piece of mail, Clark sat at
    his desk until he could gather his thoughts. Then, as
    nonchalantly as he could, Clark asked his co-workers
    about the last time they had seen Lois. He determined
    that she had left with three young ladies at lunch time
    and hadn't returned. But Clark didn't have time to
    investigate further, he had to follow Uncle Frank's
    instructions and make an appearance as Superman.

    At precisely the time specified Superman entered
    a motel room in an out of the way town in Florida. He
    looked around the room. It was full of typically cheap
    motel furniture, except for a desk which held an
    opened laptop computer and some other electronic
    equipment. On the computer screen was the message:
    Enter your name. So he did. The computer's drive hummed
    and the equipment blinked and clicked. Then the com-
    puter screen flared to life and another message
    appeared: "Congratulations Superman. Our sensors have
    not detected any type of electronic devices on your
    person. You now have ten seconds to get to the pent-
    house apartment of the Metropolis Arms Hotel. Use the
    roof entrance."

    Clever, thought Superman as he ran out of the
    motel room, I don't have time to call anyone. He leaped
    into the air and, taking care to circle over the
    Atlantic, made an air scorching, sonic booming transit
    back to Metropolis.

    He touched down at the roof door to the pent-
    house suite of the Metropolis Arms with three seconds
    to spare. Resisting the urge to give into his anger and
    simply kick in the door, he instead knocked hard enough
    to put dents into the metal casing.

    The door opened immediately. Superman's eyes,
    slitted in anger, opened wide at the sight of three
    scantily clad young women. For a second he was scared
    that he'd made a mistake and flown to the wrong
    address. But then he realized that they must be the
    girls Lois was with earlier in the day. The tallest of
    the three said, "Superman! You're right on time."

    "Where's Lois?" he asked , putting as much men-
    ace into his voice as he could muster.

    Alicia stepped forward, "Now stay calm, Super-
    duper," she said, a slow, sultry smile spreading across
    her pretty face. "Nothing's going to happen to Lois now
    that you're here." She walked over to a laptop, that
    was open on a table, and punched a few keys.

    Superman just stood in the doorway, arms folded
    across his chest. "I suppose you want me to do some-
    thing, lets have it."

    Alicia, still smiling, shrugged a bare shoulder
    and purred, "Its nothing so terrible. We just want to
    make love to you."

    "You what?" Superman cried. "You're committing
    a felony just to get me into bed? Can't you just write
    a letter like a few hundred other women do every week?"
    Not to mention the men, he added silently.

    "You don't screw them. Do you?"

    "No, of course not."

    "Well ... there you go," said the beautiful
    blonde. "We had to get your attention."

    Superman stepped into the room, his fists
    clenching spasmodically. "Look, what's keeping me
    from torturing one of you until you tell me where Lois

    Alicia stepped back, looking a little worried,
    as if she thought he might start with her. Brooke took
    the chance to come forward. She put her hands on Super-
    man's arm, "You won't, because Superman doesn't do
    things that way."

    Superman glared at her, "Don't depend too much
    on my noble sentiments. I'm pretty fond of Lois." He
    looked closely at the three kidnappers. It could hardly
    be a case of women desperate for sex. These three could
    easily have any man they wanted. With the exception of
    himself, of course. How could he want anyone but Lois? He sighed heavily, " There has to be a lot more to this than a roll in the sack."

    The three girls looked at each other. "Look,"
    said Superman, he wasn't above lying to these three,
    "If you could be a little more forthcoming, then maybe
    I could be a little more cooperative."

    "OK," Alicia seemed to get a silent assent from
    the others, "About three years ago, someone, he always
    hid behind lawyers and foundations, paid for our school
    district to give its students a bunch of physical and
    psychological tests. I think he said that he was doing
    research for a doctorate. Then he picked some of us
    students for more tests. And then more tests, until we
    were the ones left." She gestured to herself and the
    other two girls.

    "And ?" prompted Superman.

    Alicia walked across the room and arranged her-
    self seductively on a sofa. She was clearly warming to
    the subject. "Then he began to contact us directly via
    e-mail. Calling himself, Uncle Frank."

    "He sent us some cool computers," interrupted

    "Anyway.... "said Alicia, giving Brooke a hard
    look, "He began to talk about our tests. It seems that
    we're all fit and smart, despite some appearances to
    the contrary," she looked at Charlene, who ignored her.
    "And willing to do just about anything for money."

    "And," said Brooke, "to keep this short, we've
    been living together ever since. Long enough , in fact
    , to have our periods and ovulations together. And
    frankly, tonight's the night. Superman we want to have
    your baby. All of us if possible."

    Superman's eyes went from one girl to the other,
    "And this Uncle Frank is going to pay you?" he asked.

    "Lots," said Alicia, "millions in fact."

    "Hundreds of thousands just to try," added

    Superman shook his head. "Look ladies, I've
    dealt with a lot criminals. I seem to draw the rich and
    kooky ones especially. You're in a lot of danger. Even
    if you have a child, chances are he'll kill you just to
    get you out of the picture. Maybe just to save money."

    Alicia shook her head, "You weren't paying
    attention. Those tests showed that we're willing to
    risk that. And like you said , we've already committed
    a felony."

    Superman rubbed his hand across his face in
    frustration. Saving Lois , of course , was his main
    priority, and having sex with three sexy women seemed
    like little enough price to pay. Of course Lois
    wouldn't see it that way. And the thought of a child
    of his or maybe just his DNA in the hands of some nut
    filled him with revulsion. There had to be some other
    way out of this. Then he looked up and saw Charlene
    starring at him. She hadn't said a word. She had only
    looked at him with longing ever since he'd entered
    the penthouse.

    Hmmm...., thought Superman, maybe there's some-
    thing I can use. "OK, girls, for Lois' sake, I give up.
    Lets do it." Alicia and Brooke started to move. "Uhhhh.
    ..let's start with her," he said, nodding at Charlene.

    Alicia and Brooke looked disappointed. "Don't
    worry," smiled Superman, "there's plenty to go around."
    He took Charlene's hand and headed toward the open

    "What's your name," asked Superman , as he lead
    her into the bedroom and closed the door. She told him.
    "Well, Charlene, Let's get comfortable."

    Charlene felt a soft wind against her body and
    saw Superman turn into a blur. When his image steadied
    again, both she and Superman were standing there in the

    Superman was everything she'd imagined. Body
    like the statue of a Greek god but with a cock that
    would have been all out of proportion on one of those
    pieces of art. Even soft it was of an impressive size.
    Then, as she watched, it suddenly sprang into hardness
    as if it were a hose filled by high pressure. His cock
    whacked its hardness into the rippling muscles of his
    washboard stomach. "I think I'm ready," said Superman,
    with a seductive smile.

    He had to admit that she had a great body. Long
    red hair fell across her shoulders. Pretty green eyes
    set in a face from beauty magazine. The curves of her
    breasts filled her chest and lead to a tiny waist and
    flaring hips. Her pussy was pink and smooth.

    "I've never seen any man so ready ," giggled
    Charlene. She felt as if she would faint as he took
    her in his arms. His cock felt like a warm, softly
    covered iron bar against her stomach. She could feel
    it twitch and throb with every beat of his heart.
    Superman softly kissed her on one lip and then the
    other. He planted little baby kisses on her cheek, and
    then on the shell of her ear. He trailed his tongue
    along her jaw line. Then he kissed her on the lips
    again, letting his tongue play freely with hers. All
    the time his hands were playing with her ass and
    rubbing her soft, warm breasts. "Mmmmm....oh god...
    Superman," she moaned with her lips on his cheek.

    Superman swept her into his arms and carried
    Charlene to the big four poster bed. Everyone knew
    about Superman's strength, x-ray vision and his ability
    to fly, but there were other more subtle powers he
    could use: like his hearing. He could detect Charlene's
    heart as it beat excitedly above normal. And her
    breathing. Well, he thought , no one needed super
    hearing to tell him that her breathing was loud and
    irregular, coming in gasps.

    Superman began to cover Charlene with kisses as
    he caressed her breasts and lightly fingered her
    nipples. He could easily feel her rising body tempera-
    ture as her body flushed from her tits toward her neck.
    As he kissed across her fluttering stomach, Superman
    could sense the increasing heat in her pussy. He could
    even hear the light contractions starting to build in
    her pussy. Superman began to run a finger around her
    puffy pussy lips. His finger lightly brushing the hood
    of her clit as it passed.

    Charlene's moans had been growing louder and
    higher in pitch . Now her hips were softly undulating
    in her growing passion. "Oh Superman, fuck me...oh fuck
    me nowww, pleeease," she moaned.

    When Superman didn't make a move to fill her
    cunt with his magnificent cock, Charlene reached for
    her pussy to bring herself to what she knew would be a
    thunderous orgasm. But her hands never found their way
    to her relief. Superman easily caught first one wrist
    and then the other in one of his hands. "No, we can't
    have you doing that," he whispered.

    "Ohhhh...pleeease.." she whined.

    In the other room Alicia and Brooke looked at
    each other. The cries of Charlene's passion were get-
    ting to them. Alicia slipped a dainty finger onto her
    waiting clit and said, "I think I might warm up a lit-
    tle." Brooke could only smile and tweak a sensitive

    Superman eased some of his weight onto Char-
    lene's heaving body. He began to whisper into her ear,
    "Listen, Charlene, do you know what I can do with my
    super hearing and touch and feel?"

    "No," she whimpered as she gulped for air.

    "I can bring you to within a second of the cum
    of your life and keep you there forever." He eased a
    finger into her pussy and began to message her g-spot.
    "Oh , you're not there yet. You can't imagine, not even
    in your wildest dreams, what a powerful, sweet torture
    you're about to go through."

    Charlene tried to cry out to her friends, but
    now she was so paralyzed with anticipated passion that
    only the softest little gasps could escape her pursed
    full lips.

    Superman subtly changed the rhythm of his
    fingers to once again bring her back from the cliff's
    edge of cumming. "Are you ready to tell me where Lois
    is? I'll give you an orgasm that'll rock the house." He
    eased up enough in his ministrations to allow her to

    "No.....but please....I'm begging you." she

    Superman renewed his efforts in her spasming
    pussy. For five long minutes he kept her on the edge
    of release. Her body became covered in sweat. Her
    muscles convulsed, and her love juices weeped continu-
    ously from her swollen pussy lips.

    He eased up just enough to let her inhale suf-
    ficient air to speak. "I...I..can't stand it ...she's
    in room twenty thirty in this hotel."

    Superman planted a tongue lashing on her clit
    that triggered a body spasming orgasm that he hadn't
    seen since...well, since last night with Lois. As
    Charlene moaned and thrashed on the bed, her fingers
    flashing in and out of her pussy, Superman dressed and
    forced open the bedroom window. In seconds he had a
    dazed and drugged Lois in his arms, headed for their

    The rush of cool evening air brought Lois par-
    tially back to her senses. "Oh good, Clark, you're
    here," she slurred. "I've needed you all day," she
    said, as she carelessly groped at his crotch. She
    smiled into Clark's eyes, "And I guess you've need me"
    she said as she ran her fingers along his long, hard

    Clark almost dropped her when she grabbed his
    cock. It took him a few minutes to get Lois back into
    their apartment and to convince her that, yes, he would
    perform like a machine all night, promising her the
    love session of the year. And then he had to listen to
    her confession of her tryst with Jimmy. In fact, in he
    impassioned state he had to listen to it in every
    embarrassing detail. Clark figured that he would never
    look at Jimmy in the same way again.

    By the time he got back to the penthouse, the
    girls and all their possessions with them. There re-
    mained a note on a single sheet of the hotels station-
    ary. It said : "Congratulations Superman . You have
    ruined Charlene for any other man. Now when do we get
    our chance !!" It was signed A., B. and C.

    E N D

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    heheheh thats why he is super thank you for that one
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    Thanx Jolly.
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    Thanks for sharing that
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