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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 08 {S Gray} (MF mc)
Date: Sat,  7 Apr 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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Chapter Eight:  Disaster

 Joker stared at the computer screen and smiled triumphantly.  "Well,
well...it seems that Lex Luthor was right.  Superman does indeed have a
crush on Lois Lane."

 "But boss...that ain't Superman."

 "Of course it's Superman.  What are you talking about?"

 "Well...look at 'im.  He's a suit, square as they come.  And he's got
glasses, too.  Superman don't wear glasses."

 Joker closed his eyes and shook his head.  Why was it so impossible to find
thugs who were actually intelligent?  Rocko was big, strong, and unfettered
by moral constraints.  He was also as dumb as a rock (hence his nickname).
"Rocko, don't you have something you should be doing?"

 "Yes, boss.  I have to go and screw the mayor lady again."

 "Right.  Do you remember what I told you last time?"

 Rocko squinted and bit his lip: the usual expression whenever he tried to
think.

 In the interests of saving time, Joker decided to help him out.  "You have
to bring her to an orgasm.  Do you understand?"

 Rocko's head bounced up and down, but Joker wasn't entirely convinced.

 "It's not enough for you to just slide your dick in and out of her until
you come.  You have to make HER come, too.  That way, she'll stay under our
control.  Do you think you can do that?"

 Rocko's head bounced up and down again.

 "Good boy.  Now go and fuck her senseless."

 The dim-witted thug grinned eagerly and left the room, and Joker returned
to the collection of monitor screens.  It had been relatively easy to seduce
the mayor.  At a social party, one of Joker's men had been able to pose as a
waiter.  After drinking a glass of champagne (heavily laced with certain
special additives), it had been a simple matter for the waiter to escort her
to an empty conference room at the end of the hall.  In no time at all, she
was lying upon the polished wooden table, her elegant black evening gown
torn open to allow the handsome young waiter to nibble her nipples.  And
then, of course, came the cock - just a few tentative pokes at first, then a
teasing rhythm, then a merciless pounding.  The prim and proper mayor soon
found herself grunting and moaning, her ass sliding back and forth on the
smooth table surface as the dark-haired stranger drove his dick in and out
of her wet, receptive cunt.  After a few minutes of drug-induced sex, she
surrendered to a gasping, writhing orgasm that completely eroded her pesky
moral beliefs.  Gone were her conservative political agendas; gone were her
religious and ethical objectives.  His cock had given her a new purpose: the
pursuit of pleasure.  She was under his control now - and through him, she
was under Joker's control.

 If only Lois Lane would fall that easily.  Seduce Ms. Lane, and then use
her to seduce Superman.  A simple plan.

 But the plan hadn't worked; Superman had interrupted his men just as they
were about to enslave Lois.  And now he was guarding her penthouse apartment
like a watchdog - a superstrong, flying watchdog that could shoot lasers out
of its eyes.

 There had to be a way to get at Lois without having Superman interfere.
Joker squinted and bit his lip.

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 Clark Kent gazed quietly at the skyline, where a man-made forest of metal
and artificial light stretched into the twilight horizon.  He didn't see any
of it; his mind's eye was still full of Lois, her legs raised up high, her
mouth open in what looked like sheer bliss as those two men ravaged her
body.  He couldn't get the picture out of his mind, as much as he wanted to.
He could still see her bouncing breasts, her pink swollen nipples.  He could
still see her pussy, its fleshy slit slickened with vaginal juices as she
lifted it toward him, offering herself to him.

 And the worst thing of all was that he had been tempted.  For years he had
secretly fantasized about Lois.  Some of the fantasies were beautiful and
romantic:  the two of them holding hands as they strolled along some
tropical beach on an island in the middle of nowhere.  But some of the
fantasies were purely lustful, usually ending up with his hard cock boring
into her hot pussy.  He knew it wasn't right to think such thoughts; if he
couldn't marry her and promise to devote his life to her, how could he think
of ravishing her body?  It was wrong of him to desire her that way, and he
tried his best to push those wicked thoughts out of his mind whenever they
surfaced (which was a particularly difficult chore whenever she chose to
wear those short skirts of hers).

 But when he saw her with those two men...  He couldn't bear to think of it.
He couldn't bear to think that they had been intimate with her in a way that
he had only dreamed about.  He couldn't bear to think that she would let
them - or worse yet, that she would enjoy it so much.  He remembered the
look on her face when he pulled the first thug off of her - her look of
dismay as his cock pulled out of her pussy.  She had been savoring the
feeling of that cock inside her; it had made her wet and excited.  And as
much as he hated to admit it to himself, it had made him excited as well.
He found himself wishing that it had been his dick inside her, screwing her
into ecstasy.  No...that would make him as bad as those men were.  With an
effort, tried to clear his mind of her, lying on the back seat, naked and
writhing...

 "Clark?"  He stiffened as he heard her voice behind him.  He didn't turn
around, but he could feel her drawing near.  "It's cold out here," she said.
"Why don't you come inside?"  He felt her hand, gently grabbing his arm to
lead him inside.  And as strong as he was, he couldn't resist her.

 Clark closed the door behind him, and turned to see Lois standing in the
middle of the room, illuminated by moonlight.  She was wearing a flimsy
white nightgown that did little to cool his fevered thoughts.

 "I don't know what came over me today.  I tried to fight it, but I just
couldn't.  And when those two men started to...touch me...I...I..."

 He moved closer to her and shook his head.  "You weren't yourself," he
said.  "They must have done something to you...drugged you somehow."

 She nodded.  "I know.  But whatever they used, it should have worn off by
now.  And yet, I'm still thinking about it.  Still thinking about how good
it felt.  It's as if they've made me...hungry, and I can't stop wanting to
eat."

 "Just don't think about it," he said.  "Try to put it out of your mind."

 She looked at him plaintively.  "What if I can't?  What if these urges just
get worse and worse?  Clark, I feel like I'm losing my mind."

 He closed the distance between them and put his arms around her.  "You'll
be all right," he said.  "I'll get you to a doctor tomorrow.  We'll find out
what they used on you, and we'll come up with an antidote if that's what it
takes.  I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

 He felt her body relax slightly, and she sighed.  "Thank you, Clark."

 And then came the explosion, like a combination of thunder and earthquake.
The two of them rushed to the window to and witnessed one of the worst
disasters that Manhattan has ever known:  the toppling of one of the twin
Trade Towers.  It seemed to fall in slow motion - and when it fell, the
rumbling explosion was heard by the entire city.  Lights went out, fires
began to spring up, and the air was filled with the noise of sirens.

 Clark was already on his way to the door.  "Wait...take me with you!" said
Lois.

 "No, wait here," he said.  "This is a job for...I mean, it's not safe out
there, and you need to rest right now.  Just keep the door locked, and get
some sleep.  I'll be back as soon as I can."  He kissed her on the forehead,
and then dashed out of the apartment.

 "Get some sleep?" she echoed.  "Yeah, right."  Between the screams of
sirens and the insistent throbbing between her legs, she doubted that she
would be getting very much sleep tonight.


to be continued...

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