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Archive name: Lois.txt (M/F, MC)
Authors name: Heatheranne
Story Title : Lois Lane "Kidnapped"
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This story has sexual content and should be read only by
consenting adults. Thank you.
================= Kristen's collection =================
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
work.
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
unusual.
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 ...got 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
bottle."
"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?...Lois...you 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
her.
"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
Lois.
"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
is?"
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
Brooke.
"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
Brooke.
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
bedroom.
"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
nude.
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
nipple.
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
speak.
"No.....but please....I'm begging you." she
gasped.
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
apartment.
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
member.
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.
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