Unwilling Obedience
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
17,224
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8: Double Feature
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UPDATE:
Barely making the deadline here. Currently less than 20 minutes until midnight. Been busy, but I managed to get it up. I hope you enjoy this chapter; the storyline is going to be taking interesting turns within this and the next few chapters. Keep the reviews coming in; motivation is nice. :)
Schedule:
Jan 19th, 2009, Chapter 8: Double Feature
Feb 2nd, 2009, Chapter 9: First Date
Feb 9th, 2009, Chapter 10: Splish Splash
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Chapter 8: Double Feature
Lana found herself being treated with some respect the next morning, though there was a clear awkward silence that filled the house. The day actually went by as if she wasn’t being held against her will through blackmail and threats, and she was able to relax. She wondered if Kara’s deliberate attempts to avoid her throughout the day were actually due to her feeling guilty about the previous night. Either way, the trauma stuck with Lana, and she forced herself to avoid thinking about those events.
At about noon, Kara left the house without saying a word, leaving Lana alone, with no instructions whatsoever. Lana let out a deep sigh, leaned back into the couch, and relaxed fully for the first time in what seemed to be forever. Still, though, some worried thoughts invaded the back of her mind. Just where was Kara going? What did she have planned? Her trust in Kara had been completely shattered over the last few days, and unfortunately, any curiousity and fun she was getting out of the experience had been destroyed.
Meanwhile, in Metropolis, having just left the Kent farm, Kara had no guilt or shame, contrary to what Lana was thinking. She was on top of the world. She had two beautiful women under her control in Lana and Chloe. Still though, she found herself craving more; she was addicted to power, and with every passing day needed more. Luckily, during her brutal abuse of Lana the previous night, she cooked up a plan to get another toy. Sitting at the same diner she sat in the previous day, she used the same cell phone to send the Lana-Chloe video, and a video she had made of herself a few days before to another one of her ‘friends’, Lois Lane.
Within moments, she received a response, an angry response, covered with threats and rather inappropriate language even for Kara’s standards. She knew full well that Lois would put up a fight, and would be much more stubborn; she looked forward to it. Unlike Lana and Chloe, Lois had no idea about her powers, or Clark’s powers. After jousting in text messages for about an hour, to Kara’s delight, Lois finally caved, and asked for her demands. She smiled as she pushed the buttons on her cellphone, and sent the list of demands.
Lois, in her apartment, was getting dizzy as she looked over the demands. She couldn’t do something like that, even if it did mean saving Lana and Chloe some public humiliation. She couldn’t even start to understand what her cousin was thinking. She sat down and let out a sigh, defeated. She was going to give in to whoever was making the demands, but worried about the demands themselves. She fumbled with her cellphone, and began to follow the instructions.
Back at the diner, Kara had placed the stolen cell phone in her purse, and took out her own. Right on time, she received a text message from Lois, asking if they could meet for lunch. Kara, happy that Lois was following the demands, texted her acknowledgment, along with directions to the diner she was currently sitting in. Placing the cell phone back into her purse, she took a deep breath, and prepared herself to put on an act worthy of praise.
Fifteen minutes later, Lois walked in dressed quite professionally, and made her way to Kara’s table. The two of them exchanged greetings, before Lois put on a serious front. Taking her cell phone out, she placed it in front of Kara with the video playing, on mute. Lois noted Kara’s confusion and discomfort as she watched the video.
“Where did you get this?” Kara asked with a fake tone of confusion, as she watched the video of her pleasuring herself in the shower.
“I have a bit of a problem, Kara. I need your help,” Lois explained.
“What’s going on?” Kara asked.
“To be quite honest, Kara, I’ve been quite taken by you since I’ve first met you. I think we should get together sometime, like tonight,” Lois explained; Kara was surprised how bad she was with her acting, but would still act convinced.
“What?” Kara questionned, faking her disgust.
“You’ll either meet me tonight, or I’ll make this video public,” Lois explained, trying her best to keep her confidence up, taking her cell phone back.
“Lois, I can’t do this, not with you,” Kara tried to beg for mercy, trying to see if Lois would crack.
“You know where I live. Be there tonight at eight, or you’ll regret it,” Lois threatened, feeling disgusted for being manipulated this way, as she got up, and left the diner.
Kara waited until she was sure Lois was out of sight before letting her inner smile build outwards to her face. She was excited, but partially surprised that it actually worked. She sat down, and took a drink of her coffee, and let out a relaxed sigh; she would be experiencing something amazing that night, courtesy of her new pawn. She felt devillish making an unknown being blackmail Lois into blackmailing her. She had placed herself in Lana’s position, but with all the power; Lois would feel in control, but that reality would turn out to be false. Kara checked her watch, and smiled; her other toy should be stirring soon.
Meanwhile, later that night at Chloe’s apartment, Chloe had just finished setting up her video camera. She felt disgusted with the demands she found in the envelope in her apartment, but knew she had no choice but to obey if she wished to protect Clark and Lana. She gazed at herself in the mirror, in her most appealing lingerie, as she was instructed to wear in the instructions. Her body was barely covered at all by the pink lingerie; it was not designed to leave much to the imagination. Her garter belt held her pink stockings up tightly, close to her thighs. Her feet were in an uncomfortable situation, as she wore matching pink heels. She originally chose the outfit to please the man she would inevitably, at least in her own ideal fantasy, meet and fall in love with; it was not meant to be used for this, and it was killing her emotionally. Summoning her courage, she turned on the camera, and crawled into her bed with a forced smile.
Getting comfortable on her back, she started to run her hands all over her body, letting out small sighs and subtle moans as she did so. She did so as slowly as possible, as if she was truly fascinated by the softness of her own flesh. Chloe was always somewhat conservative with her sexuality, so never really engaged in self pleasure, so it was not surprising to her that just by feeling her own body and warmth that she was beginning to grow hot. She took her time with her hand motions, as the minimum time specified for the video was quite long, and also because she was a bit nervous about going to the next stage.
Keeping track of her time, Chloe knew she had to move onto the next phase. Pulling the cups of her bra down, she revealed her breasts to the camera, and began to gently rub her hands over them, starting to groan with more intensity. Remembering the specific instructions, she began to shamefully rub the tips of her fingers over her nipples, which quickly became hard due to the attention. With the new firmness, she began to twist and pull at them subtly, teasing them. Taking a few seconds, she stared directly into the camera’s gaze, and smiled before winking.
She was beginning to sweat due to her own body heat. In spite of all the pressure and blackmail invading her life, she was still being successfully subdued by her own actions and could not resist putting a little more effort into it than she had originally hoped to. She could feel the fire burning between her legs, and wished to dive in both to push herself over the edge and end the ordeal simultaneously. She began to pant uncontrollably as she allowed her hands to run across her body, breasts, and through her hair.
Finally, after an hour of teasing herself unmercifully, she slowly slid her right hand from her breasts, across her abdomen, and underneath her delicate pink panties. She was shocked at how wet the material had become. Having to last for what seemed to be forever, as instructed, she took her time, rubbing the flesh of her flower very lightly with her index, middle, and ring fingers. Though she was taking it slowly, the teasing that preceded this phase proved to be too much, as she began to moan loudly to the intense pleasure running through her body. Fighting off her climax, she forced herself on ward, removing her soaked panties completely, and spreading her legs wide for the camera, as she probed herself with her fingers. Blushing, Chloe knew the end was near, and knew what she had to do to adequately meet the demands.
“Oh Lana!” Chloe screamed, followed by an extended, pleasure driven moan as her climax hit.
Though she had no choice but to call out Lana’s name, Chloe could not help but feel ashamed throughout the ordeal, as her thoughts had drifted to that night with Lana in the hotel several times. Not taking time to rest, Chloe brought her wet fingers to her mouth, and sucked them clean, sliding her smooth lips across her nectar covered digits diligently, moaning while doing so. Winking one more time at the camera with a smile, she slowly and sexily wiggled off of the bed, and made her way to turn it off.
Almost shaking with nerves and shame, Chloe got dressed, and left her apartment, to drop off the tape as she had been instructed to. Though she felt broken, she did not feel like crying; she was determined to get this over with, and get back to her life. It was her time to save Clark for a change, and get him out of a situation that she brought upon him.
Lois back at her apartment had her problems to deal with. She was full of guilt that to save Chloe, Lana, and Kara, she would have to force Kara into sexual games. It was the only way that she could stop the two videos from getting out to the public, as the blackmailer had told her. Lois was never one to trust the scum of the Earth to begin with, but this situation was very touchy, and her family was involved; she had to fulfill the demands, no matter how improper, and hope that the blackmailer would eventually live up to his or her end of the bargain. She hoped that once everything was done with, she could explain to Kara why she did what she did, and be understood.
Lois let out a sigh as she removed the last pornography dvd from her player. The demands given to her included studying up on several lesbian-oriented pornography movies with bondage elements thrown into the mix. Lois was not a lesbian, and never even entertained the thought; she was disgusted by it, and was very conservative in her approach to sex. However, here she was, now getting dressed in a leather corset, with matching gloves and boots; buying them and receiving the looks from the cashier at the store was humiliating enough. She had placed cameras around her apartment, and had them ready to record, as her blackmailer wanted evidence that his or her demands had been obeyed.
Sitting on the couch, Lois attempted to clear her mind of her surroundings, and attempt to put herself in character; a character she had never dreamt of playing. If she wanted to get her three friends off the hook, her performances would have to be spot on, and she had to convince her blackmailer that she was really into it, while simultaneously not letting Kara know that she was being forced into doing what she was about to do to her.
As the clock struck eight, Lois pressed record on the multiple cameras covering her apartment. Sitting down again, she poured herself a glass of red wine, and prepared herself. Within a few moments, Lois heard a knock upon her door. She knew it was Kara, and she regretted that she had actually chosen to show up.
“Come in,” Lois said with a forced smile and seductive tone; the door opened shortly after.
“Lois? We need to talk about this,” Kara called out, as she walked into the dimly lit room. She was excited, and had been waiting for this the entire day.
“Yes, we do,” Lois said, standing from her couch and approaching the blonde.
Lois was not sure how to react as Kara gasped, assumably in fear. She knew it was because of her outfit. Everything was exposed, and left to plain sight, and Lois knew it would started Kara, so closed the door and forced her further inside before she could get out.
“Lois, what the hell is going on?” Kara asked, faking her fear; she was laughing hysterically inside. Here was Lois, the woman who flaunted her attitude problem whenever possible, dressed in a ridiculously sexy bondage, being forced to play a game she could not win.
“You watch your tone in my presence,” Lois said sternly, slapping Kara across the face, knocking her to the floor. “You will call me Mistress Lois, understood?”
“Lois, just let the video out, I don’t care. I don’t want to do this,” Kara begged, putting on a convincing act. Before she could stand up, Lois grabbed a fistful of her hair, and forced her to look up into her face.
“Listen, you’re not going anywhere. You’ll either obey willingly, or I’ll force you to obey. What will it be, whore?” Lois threatened, very convincingly.
“Lois, I don’t want to do this,” Kara responded, with fake tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
“What did I tell you to call me?!” Lois shouted, sending a kick into Kara’s abdomen, knocking her onto her side and earning a scream.
“No...” Kara groaned, whimpering, which earned another kick from Lois, none of which hurt at all.
“You will obey, Kara. Make this easier on yourself, what is my name?!” Lois asked angrily, flaunting her power over the seemingly helpless blonde.
“Mistress Lois,” Kara whimpered, pushing herself back onto her knees.
“That’s better, slut. I will forgive this disobedience,” Lois said, taking a handful of Kara’s hair yet again, and forcing her to look at her. Taking a deep breath, and a leap of faith, Lois leaned down and pressed her lips against Kara’s, and slid her tongue into her mouth; she received no enthusiasm from Kara. “We’ll have to work on your abilities to please your mistress, Kara.”
Kara did not respond; she was intent on playing the act of the stubborn victim, and was going to torture Lois by forcing her to break her. She was burning with lust, and could not wait to get to the good stuff, but had to push Lois as much as possible before that.
Lois made her way slowly to the couch, and sat down on it. She wasn’t sure where to go next, so thought back momentarily to the movies. Not overly impressed by any of the scenes she witnessed, she just picked one out of an imaginary hat, and decided to go through with it. She hated having to do this to Kara, but convinced herself that she was ultimately doing her a favor.
“Over here, bitch. Crawl to me,” Lois demanded, with a sexy smile.
Kara obeyed this order, as she was curious as to where Lois was going with it. Forcing a look of shame and defeat on her face, Kara crawled on her hands and knees across the floor, until she was in front of her new mistress, who was towering above her just sitting on the couch.
“Do you wish to please me, Kara? Do you wish to make your mistress happy?” Lois asked, teasing her.
“Yes,” Kara responded in a miserable and uncertain tone, avoiding eye contact as she saw Lana do so many times during her training.
“That response will not do! As you were trained, whore!” Lois shouted angrily, grabbing Kara by the hair and slapping her across the face again, earning a scream her forced pet.
“Yes, Mistress!” Kara cried, as her eyes released the built up tears.
“Kiss my feet,” Lois demanded, with a forced mischevious grin.
“I can’t do this,” Kara responded, staring down at Lois’ boots, which covered her legs to her thighs.
“You will, and you will enjoy it. I will beat you until you do, and release that video unless you start being more enthusiastic about this, Kara. Do as you’re told, for your mistress,” Lois threatened; though she was torturing herself, she would not allow herself to break in front of Kara or the cameras.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said softly, with a frown, as she leaned down.
Lois watched closely as the beautiful blonde, on her hands and knees, began to kiss her leather covered feet. She could hear shameful whimpers between kisses, which made Lois feel even more guilty. In spite of this, she found herself enjoying her power; she always enjoyed being dominant, though this wasn’t the situation she wished to be dominant in.
Kara did as she was told, hoping to move the process along. She would still act unwilling as things proceeded, but she was truly enjoying what she was putting Lois through. Kara was also intrigued by what Lois could potentially bring to the table as a dominant woman; perhaps there was the possibility that she could learn something from Lois’ act.
“Start kissing up my boot, Kara, all the way to the top,” Lois demanded. Lois kept her gaze locked onto Kara as she obeyed. She had never noticed how smooth and full Kara’s lips were, and how attractive she was. Though she was continuously telling herself that she would never be turnt on by this position she was in, she could not help but start to notice Kara’s attractive features. Lois slowly spread her legs as Kara ran out of boots, causing Kara to pull away in fear and shock.
“Lo... err.. Mistress Lois?” Kara blurted out, confused and frightened.
“You will eat now, whore,” Lois demanded, spreading her legs even more, exposing herself to Kara.
“I can’t. I’ve never done this before, please don’t,” Kara lied blatantly, continuing her act.
“You will!” Lois shouted angrily, as she took Kara by the hair yet again, and forced her face between her legs. She could feel Kara mumble out angrily as she was muffled by flesh and neatly trimmed pubic hair. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the struggle, as she was getting more annoyed by how long this was being dragged on. Without much further struggle, Lois gasped in surprise as she felt Kara’s tongue make contact for the first time with her skin. She had never been orally pleasured in spite of her past relationships, so it was a new experience, which fit in well with the rest of the experiences of the night.
Kara wasn’t about to let Lois get out of this situation without enjoying it. She was going to force Lois to enjoy it shamefully. She knew the instructions she gave Lois required an orgasm, but she planned on making it quick, and making Lois lose control. She was not about to act like she was new to this type of job, and put her skilled tongue to work, seeking out and pushing all of her new mistress’ buttons immediately.
Lois gasped, which quickly and awkwardly turned into a moan. Her mouth hung open as Kara worked her over. She leaned back into the couch and attempted to relax. The muscles throughout her body began to spasm involuntarily, and she felt herself unknowing of what to do with her hands. Instinctively, she brought her hands to her breasts, and started to massage them; though she was doing it for her pleasure, she told herself in an act of denial that she was doing it to make the movie believable. Within moments, the room that was once filled only with the sounds of Kara’s whimpers and licking, was now filled with the sound Lois’ loud moans. She never expected that another woman would be able to push her like this. Suddenly, hit her like a tidal wave, as she felt her body start to twitch and spasm uncontrollably as the pleasure exploded throughout. She let out a long and drawn out moan, then subsided into a quiet panting. Shocked by what she had just experienced, she looked at the culprit on the floor, between her legs; Kara was avoiding eye contact with her, and suddenly the guilt came flying back.
“To your feet, slut,” Lois demanded, and watched as Kara responded; her face was covered with her honey.
Kara looked at Lois with a gaze of hatred, of course, faking every bit of it. To Kara’s surprise, her wrists were quickly handcuffed together. She didn’t expect this level of kinkiness from Lois, past the obvious outfit and scenario. Knowing she could break out of the restraints at anytime, Kara went with it, and looked at Lois with a new look, one of fake worry.
Lois quickly forced Kara to the tips of her toes, and hooked the chain of the cuffs to a hook that was fastened to the ceiling. She stepped back and looked at her handy work. Though she still wasn’t convinced about the whole game and whether she was truly enjoying it or not, she could not help but admit that Kara, hanging from the ceiling by her wrists helplessly, was a sight to behold.
“Mistress, it hurts,” Kara groaned, as she hung from her wrists, lying the entire way.
“I don’t care,” Lois responded bluntly, as she presented a knife. She watched as Kara’s eyes widened.
Lois felt unusually wrong with what she had to do next, but went forward anyways. Starting with Kara’s trademark red jacket, she started forcing the sharp knife through the touch material. She noted Kara’s fearful whimpering as she carved away. Next, she cut open the front of Kara’s blue shirt, leaving the rags hang from her arms as her bra harnessed breasts were nearly fully exposed. Smiling and licking her lips seductively for the effect for the movie, Lois pulled down the cups of Kara’s bra, revealing the perfect breasts underneath.
“Well what do we have here?”, Lois asked rhetorically, as she started to roughly fondle Kara’s breasts with her gloved hands. To her surprise, Kara’s nipples grew hard quite fast with the fondling and cool air filling the room.
“Mistress, please, don’t touch me,” Kara pleaded, groaning as Lois groped her chest; she earned a slap in response, which she sold perfectly.
Giving Kara a dirty look for questioning her again, Lois quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper of the blonde’s shorts, and pulled them down along with her panties. Lois wasn’t sure what was happening in her own head; she was actually starting to crave Kara’s body; it was that perfect. Taking a moment to leave the room, she returned with a long and blue strap on dildo in her hand.
“I believe this needs some lubrication, bitch,” Lois hinted, as she placed the dildo to Kara’s lips.
“No, please,” Kara begged, then sealed her lips and mumbled, denying Lois access.
“You will suck it!” Lois shouted as she pulled on Kara’s hair, earning a scream. Taking advantage, she pushed the dildo into Kara’s mouth. Instantly, her pet’s head began to thrash, as she attempted to force the foreign object from her mouth; Lois would have none of it, and kept it firmly in place.
Kara continued to fight, but was getting very wet throughout the entire situation. She knew that the dildo would not need lubrication in her current state, but would never let Lois know that. The majority of the fun was coming from watching Lois struggle with the idea that she was not enjoying it.
“Suck!” Lois shouted again, slapping Kara in the face, dildo still held firmly in her mouth. Lois watched, mesmerized as Kara slowly closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and sealed her lips around the dildo, starting to bob her head up and down on it.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Lois demanded, getting greedy. She considered Kara’s eyes one of her greatest features, and was finding herself unable to go without them. She smiled an evil smile as Kara opened her eyes and shot back a hateful glare as she pleasured the fake object in her mouth. Lois watched for what had to be at least fifteen minutes, as the naked, blonde beauty sucked the dildo thoroughly. Satisfied, and feeling herself getting turned on again, Lois pulled the dildo from Kara’s mouth with a delightful popping sound, and began to put it on.
“Mistress, please, don’t fuck me,” Kara pleaded, noting Lois’ eyes widen at the filthy language; she made it believable that she didn’t want to be touched, but the choice of words was sexy enough to get anyone in the mood.
“Shut up, whore,” Lois demanded, as she slapped Kara again; she didn’t scream this time. Satisfied that Kara wouldn’t fight anymore, Lois made her way behind her, and pushed the tip of the saliva covered dildo to the entrance of Kara’s pussy.
“No, Mistress! No! No!” Kara shouted in a false panic.
Lois felt a pint of guilt due to Kara’s pleas, but wanted to feel the blonde squirm under her power. With one swift thrust, Lois forced the lengthy dildo into Kara’s pussy, as far as it would go. Lois was filled with shame and enjoyment as Kara’s hateful mumbling, moaning and groaning filled the room. Wanting to experience everything completely, Lois began thrusting the dildo into the hanging beauty’s honey well, while reaching in front of her to roughly fondle her breasts.
Kara was getting what she had wanted for so long. She found herself now unable to beg for mercy and could only moan in pleasure, loudly. The feeling of Lois’ hands on her breasts sent shivers down her spine; the pinching of her nipples sent a pleasurable pain throughout her body. Most of all, Kara found that Lois had found the perfect rhythm for her thrusts, and found herself in constant pleasure. She couldn’t believe it.
Lois was turned on and needing some more attention in spite of just reaching her climax previously. She could feel the warmth of Kara’s body through her skin. Suddenly, she felt Kara’s body begin to shake violently, and her moans escalated. Lois felt amazed by awkward at the same time; she had brought a woman to her pleasure peak, and enjoyed doing it. She continued to thrust until Kara’s body went limp from exhaustion.
“Whore, you enjoyed that,” Lois insulted her, as she helped Kara down from the chain. “You’ll sleep with me tonight.”
Kara felt awkward now; she was being ordered to spend the night. She had Lana waiting at home. Now she was in somewhat of a jam. As she was placed into bed, her handcuffs her removed, but a new pair were presented, as her wrists were cuffed to the bed posts, leaving her chest full access. Lois removed her clothing, and climbed into bed next to, placed her head on her breasts, and went to sleep, with the cameras still rolling. Kara didn’t say a word, as she didn’t want to blow her cover, and prepared herself for an uncomfortable night.
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CHAPTER ADDED: January 19th, 2009, 11:47 PM EST
Okay, so I hope you enjoyed that. Next chapter will not feature Lois, but expect to see her again in a later chapter, obviously. I'm not spoiling what's going to happen next, but expect more Lana and more building on her storyline.
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UPDATE:
Barely making the deadline here. Currently less than 20 minutes until midnight. Been busy, but I managed to get it up. I hope you enjoy this chapter; the storyline is going to be taking interesting turns within this and the next few chapters. Keep the reviews coming in; motivation is nice. :)
Schedule:
Jan 19th, 2009, Chapter 8: Double Feature
Feb 2nd, 2009, Chapter 9: First Date
Feb 9th, 2009, Chapter 10: Splish Splash
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Chapter 8: Double Feature
Lana found herself being treated with some respect the next morning, though there was a clear awkward silence that filled the house. The day actually went by as if she wasn’t being held against her will through blackmail and threats, and she was able to relax. She wondered if Kara’s deliberate attempts to avoid her throughout the day were actually due to her feeling guilty about the previous night. Either way, the trauma stuck with Lana, and she forced herself to avoid thinking about those events.
At about noon, Kara left the house without saying a word, leaving Lana alone, with no instructions whatsoever. Lana let out a deep sigh, leaned back into the couch, and relaxed fully for the first time in what seemed to be forever. Still, though, some worried thoughts invaded the back of her mind. Just where was Kara going? What did she have planned? Her trust in Kara had been completely shattered over the last few days, and unfortunately, any curiousity and fun she was getting out of the experience had been destroyed.
Meanwhile, in Metropolis, having just left the Kent farm, Kara had no guilt or shame, contrary to what Lana was thinking. She was on top of the world. She had two beautiful women under her control in Lana and Chloe. Still though, she found herself craving more; she was addicted to power, and with every passing day needed more. Luckily, during her brutal abuse of Lana the previous night, she cooked up a plan to get another toy. Sitting at the same diner she sat in the previous day, she used the same cell phone to send the Lana-Chloe video, and a video she had made of herself a few days before to another one of her ‘friends’, Lois Lane.
Within moments, she received a response, an angry response, covered with threats and rather inappropriate language even for Kara’s standards. She knew full well that Lois would put up a fight, and would be much more stubborn; she looked forward to it. Unlike Lana and Chloe, Lois had no idea about her powers, or Clark’s powers. After jousting in text messages for about an hour, to Kara’s delight, Lois finally caved, and asked for her demands. She smiled as she pushed the buttons on her cellphone, and sent the list of demands.
Lois, in her apartment, was getting dizzy as she looked over the demands. She couldn’t do something like that, even if it did mean saving Lana and Chloe some public humiliation. She couldn’t even start to understand what her cousin was thinking. She sat down and let out a sigh, defeated. She was going to give in to whoever was making the demands, but worried about the demands themselves. She fumbled with her cellphone, and began to follow the instructions.
Back at the diner, Kara had placed the stolen cell phone in her purse, and took out her own. Right on time, she received a text message from Lois, asking if they could meet for lunch. Kara, happy that Lois was following the demands, texted her acknowledgment, along with directions to the diner she was currently sitting in. Placing the cell phone back into her purse, she took a deep breath, and prepared herself to put on an act worthy of praise.
Fifteen minutes later, Lois walked in dressed quite professionally, and made her way to Kara’s table. The two of them exchanged greetings, before Lois put on a serious front. Taking her cell phone out, she placed it in front of Kara with the video playing, on mute. Lois noted Kara’s confusion and discomfort as she watched the video.
“Where did you get this?” Kara asked with a fake tone of confusion, as she watched the video of her pleasuring herself in the shower.
“I have a bit of a problem, Kara. I need your help,” Lois explained.
“What’s going on?” Kara asked.
“To be quite honest, Kara, I’ve been quite taken by you since I’ve first met you. I think we should get together sometime, like tonight,” Lois explained; Kara was surprised how bad she was with her acting, but would still act convinced.
“What?” Kara questionned, faking her disgust.
“You’ll either meet me tonight, or I’ll make this video public,” Lois explained, trying her best to keep her confidence up, taking her cell phone back.
“Lois, I can’t do this, not with you,” Kara tried to beg for mercy, trying to see if Lois would crack.
“You know where I live. Be there tonight at eight, or you’ll regret it,” Lois threatened, feeling disgusted for being manipulated this way, as she got up, and left the diner.
Kara waited until she was sure Lois was out of sight before letting her inner smile build outwards to her face. She was excited, but partially surprised that it actually worked. She sat down, and took a drink of her coffee, and let out a relaxed sigh; she would be experiencing something amazing that night, courtesy of her new pawn. She felt devillish making an unknown being blackmail Lois into blackmailing her. She had placed herself in Lana’s position, but with all the power; Lois would feel in control, but that reality would turn out to be false. Kara checked her watch, and smiled; her other toy should be stirring soon.
Meanwhile, later that night at Chloe’s apartment, Chloe had just finished setting up her video camera. She felt disgusted with the demands she found in the envelope in her apartment, but knew she had no choice but to obey if she wished to protect Clark and Lana. She gazed at herself in the mirror, in her most appealing lingerie, as she was instructed to wear in the instructions. Her body was barely covered at all by the pink lingerie; it was not designed to leave much to the imagination. Her garter belt held her pink stockings up tightly, close to her thighs. Her feet were in an uncomfortable situation, as she wore matching pink heels. She originally chose the outfit to please the man she would inevitably, at least in her own ideal fantasy, meet and fall in love with; it was not meant to be used for this, and it was killing her emotionally. Summoning her courage, she turned on the camera, and crawled into her bed with a forced smile.
Getting comfortable on her back, she started to run her hands all over her body, letting out small sighs and subtle moans as she did so. She did so as slowly as possible, as if she was truly fascinated by the softness of her own flesh. Chloe was always somewhat conservative with her sexuality, so never really engaged in self pleasure, so it was not surprising to her that just by feeling her own body and warmth that she was beginning to grow hot. She took her time with her hand motions, as the minimum time specified for the video was quite long, and also because she was a bit nervous about going to the next stage.
Keeping track of her time, Chloe knew she had to move onto the next phase. Pulling the cups of her bra down, she revealed her breasts to the camera, and began to gently rub her hands over them, starting to groan with more intensity. Remembering the specific instructions, she began to shamefully rub the tips of her fingers over her nipples, which quickly became hard due to the attention. With the new firmness, she began to twist and pull at them subtly, teasing them. Taking a few seconds, she stared directly into the camera’s gaze, and smiled before winking.
She was beginning to sweat due to her own body heat. In spite of all the pressure and blackmail invading her life, she was still being successfully subdued by her own actions and could not resist putting a little more effort into it than she had originally hoped to. She could feel the fire burning between her legs, and wished to dive in both to push herself over the edge and end the ordeal simultaneously. She began to pant uncontrollably as she allowed her hands to run across her body, breasts, and through her hair.
Finally, after an hour of teasing herself unmercifully, she slowly slid her right hand from her breasts, across her abdomen, and underneath her delicate pink panties. She was shocked at how wet the material had become. Having to last for what seemed to be forever, as instructed, she took her time, rubbing the flesh of her flower very lightly with her index, middle, and ring fingers. Though she was taking it slowly, the teasing that preceded this phase proved to be too much, as she began to moan loudly to the intense pleasure running through her body. Fighting off her climax, she forced herself on ward, removing her soaked panties completely, and spreading her legs wide for the camera, as she probed herself with her fingers. Blushing, Chloe knew the end was near, and knew what she had to do to adequately meet the demands.
“Oh Lana!” Chloe screamed, followed by an extended, pleasure driven moan as her climax hit.
Though she had no choice but to call out Lana’s name, Chloe could not help but feel ashamed throughout the ordeal, as her thoughts had drifted to that night with Lana in the hotel several times. Not taking time to rest, Chloe brought her wet fingers to her mouth, and sucked them clean, sliding her smooth lips across her nectar covered digits diligently, moaning while doing so. Winking one more time at the camera with a smile, she slowly and sexily wiggled off of the bed, and made her way to turn it off.
Almost shaking with nerves and shame, Chloe got dressed, and left her apartment, to drop off the tape as she had been instructed to. Though she felt broken, she did not feel like crying; she was determined to get this over with, and get back to her life. It was her time to save Clark for a change, and get him out of a situation that she brought upon him.
Lois back at her apartment had her problems to deal with. She was full of guilt that to save Chloe, Lana, and Kara, she would have to force Kara into sexual games. It was the only way that she could stop the two videos from getting out to the public, as the blackmailer had told her. Lois was never one to trust the scum of the Earth to begin with, but this situation was very touchy, and her family was involved; she had to fulfill the demands, no matter how improper, and hope that the blackmailer would eventually live up to his or her end of the bargain. She hoped that once everything was done with, she could explain to Kara why she did what she did, and be understood.
Lois let out a sigh as she removed the last pornography dvd from her player. The demands given to her included studying up on several lesbian-oriented pornography movies with bondage elements thrown into the mix. Lois was not a lesbian, and never even entertained the thought; she was disgusted by it, and was very conservative in her approach to sex. However, here she was, now getting dressed in a leather corset, with matching gloves and boots; buying them and receiving the looks from the cashier at the store was humiliating enough. She had placed cameras around her apartment, and had them ready to record, as her blackmailer wanted evidence that his or her demands had been obeyed.
Sitting on the couch, Lois attempted to clear her mind of her surroundings, and attempt to put herself in character; a character she had never dreamt of playing. If she wanted to get her three friends off the hook, her performances would have to be spot on, and she had to convince her blackmailer that she was really into it, while simultaneously not letting Kara know that she was being forced into doing what she was about to do to her.
As the clock struck eight, Lois pressed record on the multiple cameras covering her apartment. Sitting down again, she poured herself a glass of red wine, and prepared herself. Within a few moments, Lois heard a knock upon her door. She knew it was Kara, and she regretted that she had actually chosen to show up.
“Come in,” Lois said with a forced smile and seductive tone; the door opened shortly after.
“Lois? We need to talk about this,” Kara called out, as she walked into the dimly lit room. She was excited, and had been waiting for this the entire day.
“Yes, we do,” Lois said, standing from her couch and approaching the blonde.
Lois was not sure how to react as Kara gasped, assumably in fear. She knew it was because of her outfit. Everything was exposed, and left to plain sight, and Lois knew it would started Kara, so closed the door and forced her further inside before she could get out.
“Lois, what the hell is going on?” Kara asked, faking her fear; she was laughing hysterically inside. Here was Lois, the woman who flaunted her attitude problem whenever possible, dressed in a ridiculously sexy bondage, being forced to play a game she could not win.
“You watch your tone in my presence,” Lois said sternly, slapping Kara across the face, knocking her to the floor. “You will call me Mistress Lois, understood?”
“Lois, just let the video out, I don’t care. I don’t want to do this,” Kara begged, putting on a convincing act. Before she could stand up, Lois grabbed a fistful of her hair, and forced her to look up into her face.
“Listen, you’re not going anywhere. You’ll either obey willingly, or I’ll force you to obey. What will it be, whore?” Lois threatened, very convincingly.
“Lois, I don’t want to do this,” Kara responded, with fake tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
“What did I tell you to call me?!” Lois shouted, sending a kick into Kara’s abdomen, knocking her onto her side and earning a scream.
“No...” Kara groaned, whimpering, which earned another kick from Lois, none of which hurt at all.
“You will obey, Kara. Make this easier on yourself, what is my name?!” Lois asked angrily, flaunting her power over the seemingly helpless blonde.
“Mistress Lois,” Kara whimpered, pushing herself back onto her knees.
“That’s better, slut. I will forgive this disobedience,” Lois said, taking a handful of Kara’s hair yet again, and forcing her to look at her. Taking a deep breath, and a leap of faith, Lois leaned down and pressed her lips against Kara’s, and slid her tongue into her mouth; she received no enthusiasm from Kara. “We’ll have to work on your abilities to please your mistress, Kara.”
Kara did not respond; she was intent on playing the act of the stubborn victim, and was going to torture Lois by forcing her to break her. She was burning with lust, and could not wait to get to the good stuff, but had to push Lois as much as possible before that.
Lois made her way slowly to the couch, and sat down on it. She wasn’t sure where to go next, so thought back momentarily to the movies. Not overly impressed by any of the scenes she witnessed, she just picked one out of an imaginary hat, and decided to go through with it. She hated having to do this to Kara, but convinced herself that she was ultimately doing her a favor.
“Over here, bitch. Crawl to me,” Lois demanded, with a sexy smile.
Kara obeyed this order, as she was curious as to where Lois was going with it. Forcing a look of shame and defeat on her face, Kara crawled on her hands and knees across the floor, until she was in front of her new mistress, who was towering above her just sitting on the couch.
“Do you wish to please me, Kara? Do you wish to make your mistress happy?” Lois asked, teasing her.
“Yes,” Kara responded in a miserable and uncertain tone, avoiding eye contact as she saw Lana do so many times during her training.
“That response will not do! As you were trained, whore!” Lois shouted angrily, grabbing Kara by the hair and slapping her across the face again, earning a scream her forced pet.
“Yes, Mistress!” Kara cried, as her eyes released the built up tears.
“Kiss my feet,” Lois demanded, with a forced mischevious grin.
“I can’t do this,” Kara responded, staring down at Lois’ boots, which covered her legs to her thighs.
“You will, and you will enjoy it. I will beat you until you do, and release that video unless you start being more enthusiastic about this, Kara. Do as you’re told, for your mistress,” Lois threatened; though she was torturing herself, she would not allow herself to break in front of Kara or the cameras.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said softly, with a frown, as she leaned down.
Lois watched closely as the beautiful blonde, on her hands and knees, began to kiss her leather covered feet. She could hear shameful whimpers between kisses, which made Lois feel even more guilty. In spite of this, she found herself enjoying her power; she always enjoyed being dominant, though this wasn’t the situation she wished to be dominant in.
Kara did as she was told, hoping to move the process along. She would still act unwilling as things proceeded, but she was truly enjoying what she was putting Lois through. Kara was also intrigued by what Lois could potentially bring to the table as a dominant woman; perhaps there was the possibility that she could learn something from Lois’ act.
“Start kissing up my boot, Kara, all the way to the top,” Lois demanded. Lois kept her gaze locked onto Kara as she obeyed. She had never noticed how smooth and full Kara’s lips were, and how attractive she was. Though she was continuously telling herself that she would never be turnt on by this position she was in, she could not help but start to notice Kara’s attractive features. Lois slowly spread her legs as Kara ran out of boots, causing Kara to pull away in fear and shock.
“Lo... err.. Mistress Lois?” Kara blurted out, confused and frightened.
“You will eat now, whore,” Lois demanded, spreading her legs even more, exposing herself to Kara.
“I can’t. I’ve never done this before, please don’t,” Kara lied blatantly, continuing her act.
“You will!” Lois shouted angrily, as she took Kara by the hair yet again, and forced her face between her legs. She could feel Kara mumble out angrily as she was muffled by flesh and neatly trimmed pubic hair. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the struggle, as she was getting more annoyed by how long this was being dragged on. Without much further struggle, Lois gasped in surprise as she felt Kara’s tongue make contact for the first time with her skin. She had never been orally pleasured in spite of her past relationships, so it was a new experience, which fit in well with the rest of the experiences of the night.
Kara wasn’t about to let Lois get out of this situation without enjoying it. She was going to force Lois to enjoy it shamefully. She knew the instructions she gave Lois required an orgasm, but she planned on making it quick, and making Lois lose control. She was not about to act like she was new to this type of job, and put her skilled tongue to work, seeking out and pushing all of her new mistress’ buttons immediately.
Lois gasped, which quickly and awkwardly turned into a moan. Her mouth hung open as Kara worked her over. She leaned back into the couch and attempted to relax. The muscles throughout her body began to spasm involuntarily, and she felt herself unknowing of what to do with her hands. Instinctively, she brought her hands to her breasts, and started to massage them; though she was doing it for her pleasure, she told herself in an act of denial that she was doing it to make the movie believable. Within moments, the room that was once filled only with the sounds of Kara’s whimpers and licking, was now filled with the sound Lois’ loud moans. She never expected that another woman would be able to push her like this. Suddenly, hit her like a tidal wave, as she felt her body start to twitch and spasm uncontrollably as the pleasure exploded throughout. She let out a long and drawn out moan, then subsided into a quiet panting. Shocked by what she had just experienced, she looked at the culprit on the floor, between her legs; Kara was avoiding eye contact with her, and suddenly the guilt came flying back.
“To your feet, slut,” Lois demanded, and watched as Kara responded; her face was covered with her honey.
Kara looked at Lois with a gaze of hatred, of course, faking every bit of it. To Kara’s surprise, her wrists were quickly handcuffed together. She didn’t expect this level of kinkiness from Lois, past the obvious outfit and scenario. Knowing she could break out of the restraints at anytime, Kara went with it, and looked at Lois with a new look, one of fake worry.
Lois quickly forced Kara to the tips of her toes, and hooked the chain of the cuffs to a hook that was fastened to the ceiling. She stepped back and looked at her handy work. Though she still wasn’t convinced about the whole game and whether she was truly enjoying it or not, she could not help but admit that Kara, hanging from the ceiling by her wrists helplessly, was a sight to behold.
“Mistress, it hurts,” Kara groaned, as she hung from her wrists, lying the entire way.
“I don’t care,” Lois responded bluntly, as she presented a knife. She watched as Kara’s eyes widened.
Lois felt unusually wrong with what she had to do next, but went forward anyways. Starting with Kara’s trademark red jacket, she started forcing the sharp knife through the touch material. She noted Kara’s fearful whimpering as she carved away. Next, she cut open the front of Kara’s blue shirt, leaving the rags hang from her arms as her bra harnessed breasts were nearly fully exposed. Smiling and licking her lips seductively for the effect for the movie, Lois pulled down the cups of Kara’s bra, revealing the perfect breasts underneath.
“Well what do we have here?”, Lois asked rhetorically, as she started to roughly fondle Kara’s breasts with her gloved hands. To her surprise, Kara’s nipples grew hard quite fast with the fondling and cool air filling the room.
“Mistress, please, don’t touch me,” Kara pleaded, groaning as Lois groped her chest; she earned a slap in response, which she sold perfectly.
Giving Kara a dirty look for questioning her again, Lois quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper of the blonde’s shorts, and pulled them down along with her panties. Lois wasn’t sure what was happening in her own head; she was actually starting to crave Kara’s body; it was that perfect. Taking a moment to leave the room, she returned with a long and blue strap on dildo in her hand.
“I believe this needs some lubrication, bitch,” Lois hinted, as she placed the dildo to Kara’s lips.
“No, please,” Kara begged, then sealed her lips and mumbled, denying Lois access.
“You will suck it!” Lois shouted as she pulled on Kara’s hair, earning a scream. Taking advantage, she pushed the dildo into Kara’s mouth. Instantly, her pet’s head began to thrash, as she attempted to force the foreign object from her mouth; Lois would have none of it, and kept it firmly in place.
Kara continued to fight, but was getting very wet throughout the entire situation. She knew that the dildo would not need lubrication in her current state, but would never let Lois know that. The majority of the fun was coming from watching Lois struggle with the idea that she was not enjoying it.
“Suck!” Lois shouted again, slapping Kara in the face, dildo still held firmly in her mouth. Lois watched, mesmerized as Kara slowly closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and sealed her lips around the dildo, starting to bob her head up and down on it.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Lois demanded, getting greedy. She considered Kara’s eyes one of her greatest features, and was finding herself unable to go without them. She smiled an evil smile as Kara opened her eyes and shot back a hateful glare as she pleasured the fake object in her mouth. Lois watched for what had to be at least fifteen minutes, as the naked, blonde beauty sucked the dildo thoroughly. Satisfied, and feeling herself getting turned on again, Lois pulled the dildo from Kara’s mouth with a delightful popping sound, and began to put it on.
“Mistress, please, don’t fuck me,” Kara pleaded, noting Lois’ eyes widen at the filthy language; she made it believable that she didn’t want to be touched, but the choice of words was sexy enough to get anyone in the mood.
“Shut up, whore,” Lois demanded, as she slapped Kara again; she didn’t scream this time. Satisfied that Kara wouldn’t fight anymore, Lois made her way behind her, and pushed the tip of the saliva covered dildo to the entrance of Kara’s pussy.
“No, Mistress! No! No!” Kara shouted in a false panic.
Lois felt a pint of guilt due to Kara’s pleas, but wanted to feel the blonde squirm under her power. With one swift thrust, Lois forced the lengthy dildo into Kara’s pussy, as far as it would go. Lois was filled with shame and enjoyment as Kara’s hateful mumbling, moaning and groaning filled the room. Wanting to experience everything completely, Lois began thrusting the dildo into the hanging beauty’s honey well, while reaching in front of her to roughly fondle her breasts.
Kara was getting what she had wanted for so long. She found herself now unable to beg for mercy and could only moan in pleasure, loudly. The feeling of Lois’ hands on her breasts sent shivers down her spine; the pinching of her nipples sent a pleasurable pain throughout her body. Most of all, Kara found that Lois had found the perfect rhythm for her thrusts, and found herself in constant pleasure. She couldn’t believe it.
Lois was turned on and needing some more attention in spite of just reaching her climax previously. She could feel the warmth of Kara’s body through her skin. Suddenly, she felt Kara’s body begin to shake violently, and her moans escalated. Lois felt amazed by awkward at the same time; she had brought a woman to her pleasure peak, and enjoyed doing it. She continued to thrust until Kara’s body went limp from exhaustion.
“Whore, you enjoyed that,” Lois insulted her, as she helped Kara down from the chain. “You’ll sleep with me tonight.”
Kara felt awkward now; she was being ordered to spend the night. She had Lana waiting at home. Now she was in somewhat of a jam. As she was placed into bed, her handcuffs her removed, but a new pair were presented, as her wrists were cuffed to the bed posts, leaving her chest full access. Lois removed her clothing, and climbed into bed next to, placed her head on her breasts, and went to sleep, with the cameras still rolling. Kara didn’t say a word, as she didn’t want to blow her cover, and prepared herself for an uncomfortable night.
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CHAPTER ADDED: January 19th, 2009, 11:47 PM EST
Okay, so I hope you enjoyed that. Next chapter will not feature Lois, but expect to see her again in a later chapter, obviously. I'm not spoiling what's going to happen next, but expect more Lana and more building on her storyline.
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