This superheroine (a Super(ish) Girl) tried to capture Lisette and me. She had an initial success by catching Lisette by surprise and knocking her out. Castle sensors indicated she is not the Supergirl but a very powerful, non-kryptonite vulnerable but definately assault vulnerable superheroine. She has flying, heat vision and hyper speed. She also has a super libido and dynamic brain scanning indicated a weakness in that area. Powerful physical attacks alternating with intense sexual stimulation seemed an ideal way of subduing this kryptonian wannabe.
Thinking that Lisette was out cold and would not cause her any problems for several hours, she continued her search for me without tying up my bodyguard. Waking up and feeling "frisky" (Lisette really get the hots for superheroines who challenge her) she quickly traveled to our secure section and we planned our strategy.
Thinking that Lisette was out cold and would not cause her any problems for several hours, she continued her search for me without tying up my bodyguard. Waking up and feeling "frisky" (Lisette really get the hots for superheroines who challenge her) she quickly traveled to our secure section and we planned our strategy.
Meanwhile Ms. Super(ish) Girl was trashing a dozen of my rooms and a dozen of my guards when Lisette and I hit her super hard. In a short time we were wearing this Super Bitch down. She would be reeling from powerful and effective iron hard punches, boulder-busting kicks, bone shattering throws and granite grinding holds and then her tits, pussy, thighs, feet, neck, ears, arms and lips would be assualted by mind melting caresses, licks, teases,and kisses. Her incredible libido confused her and weakened her fighting will. The massive and intense pain/pleasure assualt wore this powerful blonde beauty down. Multiple orgasms and dynamite powered blows and holds, eventually left this busty, leggy and very sexy Super Miss standing but groggy and helpless. She was on the edge of either cumming and having one last titanic orgasm and passing out or just toppling over on her large and perfect tits, knocked out cold.
She stood before us, trying not to look as beaten and groggy as she really was. Her broad shoulders were hunched, her legs were spread wide and her hips were thrust forward, in an attempt to keep from falling down. Her curvy body was swaying and her head rolled and bobbed from pain and exhaustion. Her lips, tits and clit were swollen with sexual excitment and tension. A long moan escaped unbidden from her moist and swollen lips. She did not know if she wanted to beat us or fuck us. Probably both. The feeling was mutual.
But business before pleasure Lisette and I each grabbed one of her limp hands. We both launched side kicks which exploded deep in Super Sexy's belly. With a loud "WWHHHHUUUUUUUUFFFF!!!" our Super visitor bend in half. Looping our arms across her back, we each grabbed her costume where it cut up high on her shapely thigh and hauled her up, inverted and ready for a double teaming, super piledriver. Leaping up and them powering down with all our combined might. Her costume tore where I held it due to the incredible force of the wrestling move. She may not be Supergirl, but her head is super hard. Blasting a foot deep crater in the rock floor with her head. She grunted loudly from the concussion and then her full and strong arms went limp. Her shapely thighs tensed, muscled standing out as she was speared into the rock floor, then they relaxed and parted wide to the sides. Her cum wet pussy and erect clit stood erect from the tight spandex, her camel toe showing her continued sexual arousal. The nipples on her magnificent tits were the only other body parts standing up and erect. Super(ish) Girl was KOed into next week.
Transfixed for a few moments, her lovely head resting in a hole of a thick granite slab. My hand lightly ran down the inside of her thigh and massaged the wet cameltoe of her pussy. I heard a quiet moan from in the hole. Falling flat, her round tits, flat stomach, and shapely thighs slapped against the hard floor and she lay still. She lay motionless when I lightly kicked her between her parted thighs. She was really out cold. Unlike our unwise Super Victim, we have secured her with carbotanium cords (fur covered, of course) and a ball gag.
We still don't know her name. We just call her we just call her what we love to use her for, Super Lollipop.
How would you have handled Super Lollipop?
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