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The sun had barely kissed the skyline of Metropolis when the unmistakable sound of shattering glass echoed through the quiet streets. A figure moved swiftly, silently through the shadows, a stark contrast to the gleaming skyscrapers that stood sentinel around him. This was a man who knew the city like the back of his hand, who had stalked its rooftops and its darkest alleys for years. His eyes, cold and piercing, were fixed on a single, unassuming building. A building that held a secret that could bring even the mighty Superman to his knees.
Lex Luthor had spent countless hours perfecting his plan, ensnaring Superman in a trap that would render the Man of Steel utterly powerless. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, the scent of fear and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the sophisticated machines that lined the walls. Superman was bound, spread eagle, in the center of the chamber. His eyes widened in rage, but it was clear that his body was already betraying him, his cock swollen with unyielding desire.
The room was cold and clinical, the only sound the rhythmic whirring of the devices designed to push him to the edge of ecstasy and despair. Lex smirked, stroking a finger along the Kryptonian's jawline, feeling the tremble of his captive's body. "Ah, Superman," he cooed, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "You should have known better than to underestimate me." He stepped back, revealing the sight that would be Superman's undoing: Lois Lane, bound to a chair, her bare feet exposed.
Her eyes, usually filled with fire and determination, were now wide with terror. Tears streaked her cheeks as she watched the madman approach with a feather. Lex knelt before her, his gaze lingering on her toes, curling in anticipation. "You know what this does to him, don't you, Lois?" he whispered, the feather hovering just above her skin. "The way he goes mad with lust just thinking about your delicate, ticklish feet."
He paused, his hand shaking with excitement, and then he leaned back, his smile widening. "But I won't be the one to give you pleasure, my dear." He gestured to the machines that hummed around them. "These will be your tormentors today." With a flick of his wrist, the feathers attached to the mechanical arms began to dance around her feet, brushing against her toes and arches, sending shivers up her legs. Superman's eyes bulged in frustration as he watched, desperately trying to break free.
Lois's breath hitched as the feathers caressed her skin, light as a whisper, yet sending waves of sensation through her body. She squirmed in the chair, the restraint tightening around her wrists. "P-please," she whimpered, "don't do this." But Lex just chuckled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. A machine attached itself to Superman's massive cock and balls, stroking the head of his cock with a metallic digit, feeling the pulse of the alien's need. "You'll watch, Superman," he said, his voice a low growl. "You'll watch as I break her, and you'll tell me everything I want to know."
The machine's movements grew more deliberate, more intense, as it began to pump and squeeze his thick shaft. Superman's eyes never left Lois's, his body straining against the bonds that held him, his muscles bulging. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her vulnerability, her fear, it was too much. He had to do something. He had to save her. The machine's grip tightened, the strokes growing more rapid, and he felt his climax approaching.
Lois's eyes grew glassy with pain as the feathers danced across the soles of her feet, tickling her mercilessly. She couldn't help but giggle, the sound echoing through the chamber. It was a sound that Superman had never heard from her before, and it sent a fresh surge of arousal through his body. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill at the powerlessness she was feeling, knowing it mirrored his own. The stroking grew more insistent, the machine's grip on his cock tightening, and he knew he was close. So close.
The sight of Lois, bound and helpless, was driving him wild. Her bare feet were so close, yet so far away, and the sound of her laughter was a siren's call to his foot fetish. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, feel her toes curling in response to the feathers. His mind was a tornado of thoughts, desperately trying to hold onto any shred of control, but the sensations overwhelming him were too intense. He could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building, and he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer.
Lois, though terrified, couldn't deny the arousal that was building within her. The feathers danced over her skin, sending jolts of pleasure that she had never felt before. The sight of Superman, the man she loved, so powerfully stimulated, was intoxicating. Her own breath grew shallow as she watched his abs tense and his hips buck against the restraint. The room was thick with the scent of sex and fear, a heady cocktail that had her pussy throbbing with need. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp as the feathers reached the most sensitive parts of her feet.
The machine's stroking grew more intense, and Superman could feel the beginnings of his climax. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in those perfect soles, to taste the sweetness of her skin and feel the warmth of her body around his cock. His thoughts were a chaotic jumble of passion and despair, the desire to protect and the need to be consumed by it all. But all he could do was watch, his body a prisoner to the whims of his mortal enemy. The frustration was maddening, his cock aching with the need for release.
Meanwhile, the machines on Lois's feet intensified, switching from feathers to large scrub brushes that raked over her heels, arches, and pads below her lengthy toes. The roughness of the bristles sent a fresh wave of sensation through her body, making her shake in the chair. The brushes dug in, pressing and teasing until she was screaming in laughter. The sound of her exclamations only seemed to spur on the machine, the bristles moving faster, harder, digging into her flesh with a delicious agony that had her biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Her eyes locked with Superman's, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He was on the edge of his own endurance, the machine working his cock with a precision that was insanely cruel. His hips rocked in sync with the rhythm of the brushes on her feet, his body begging for the same kind of sweet torment. The sight of her, bound and tickled to the brink of insanity, was his undoing. He could feel his orgasm building, his entire being focused on the exquisite pain of being denied release.
The machines pulled her toes back, spreading them apart with a gentle yet firm grip. Small brushes, with bristles, danced around the pads and stems of her toes. This was pure torture for Lois now. Her feet jerked and twitched in the restraints. She was in full silent laughter, eyes closed, head thrown back, hair matted to her tear soaked face.
Lex leaned in closer, watching her reaction with a sadistic smile. "You see, Superman?" He taunted. "You're going to watch her come apart at the seams before you even get to touch her. And all you can do is watch."
With a flick of his finger, a holographic projection of Lois appeared over the teasing machine. Her palm hovered in the air, a perfect replica of her hand, rolling over the head of Superman's cock in a slow, teasing circle. The image was so real, so lifelike, that it was almost as if she were really there, her fingers wrapped around him. The real Lois's cries grew louder, her body convulsing with every touch. Superman's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure bordering on pain.
The hologram of Lois looked up at him with a wicked smile, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to fill the room. "You know how much I love having my feet tickled, don't you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How it makes me squirm and giggle?" The projection of her hand moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, her thumb swiping over his slit, collecting the bead of precum that had formed there.
Superman's breath caught in his throat as the holographic digit began focussing on the sensitive slit of his urethra. He watched, his eyes glazed with lust, as she circled and teased, the feeling so intense it was almost painful.
"You know," the holographic Lois purred, her voice a sweet torment, "I might just stay on this spot all day, watching you suffer, listening to you beg." She leaned closer, her hand hovering just out of reach of his desperate cock. "Or maybe," she whispered, her teeth grazing the head of his cock, "I'll stay here forever."
Superman's body was a symphony of agony and ecstasy. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, his hips bucking against the unforgiving restraint. The real Lois's laughter was a symphony in the background, her body jerking and twitching with every brush of the tickling brushes. He screamed, his voice hoarse with the effort of holding back. "Lex, please," he begged, his eyes never leaving the hologram's smiling face.
The holographic Lois giggled, her sadistic glee apparent as she watched him suffer. "What's the matter, Superman?" she cooed. "Can't handle a little teasing?" Her thumb circled the tip of his cock, pressing down slightly, and he roared with frustration.
In the chair, the real Lois was gasping for air, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. The brushes had stopped, but the aftershocks of her torture rippled through her, making her sensitive flesh feel like it was on fire. She looked at Superman through a haze of tears, her own need mirroring his.
The holographic Lois's hand hovered over his cock, the tip glistening with the beginnings of his climax. Then, as if she had read his thoughts, she pulled away. The sudden absence of contact was like a slap in the face, leaving Superman's cock bobbing in the cool air of the chamber. His eyes snapped open, and he roared with the intensity of his need.
With a wicked smirk, she knelt by his big bare size 12 feet, her own toes wiggling in the air. "Are your feet as sensitive as mine, Superman?" she asked, her voice a playful taunt. "Would you like to find out?" Before he could respond, she began to tickle the bottom of his foot, her fingers moving with the precision of a master pianist.
Clark, known to the world as Superman, felt a jolt of pure tickle energy shoot up his leg and straight to his cock. It was as if his entire body had become one giant nerve ending, and she was playing it like a fiddle. The room spun around him as she moved her nimble fingers up and down the arches of his feet, her touch light but unbearable. He bucked in his restraint, his body begging for release.
Lois watched, her own breath hitching as she felt something cold and metallic press against her pussy. Her legs were spread wide open, leaving her completely exposed to the machines. The machines had inserted a moving finger inside of her, the digit sliding in and out with a precision that no human hand could match, immediately finding her g spot and tapping on it endlessly. She felt the heat building between her thighs, a heat that was only amplified by the pulsing electrode that had found its way to her clit.
Her eyes flicked over to Superman, his body tight with tension. The sight of his big, powerful feet being tickled was something she never thought she'd see. But here he was, the man who could bend steel with his bare hands, writhing in laughter from something so seemingly innocent. She couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill, watching him lose control like this. Her own arousal grew with every bit of laughter he was forced to let out, the pressure in her core building with each stroke of the digit inside her.
The holographic Lois vanished abruptly, and the machines went haywire. The brushes on her feet went to max speed. The finger inside her sped up, the electrode on her clit pulsing rapidly. The tickle torture and pleasure melded together in a symphony of sensation that was driving her out of her mind. She could feel an orgasm building, but she knew it was going to be a long, drawn-out affair.
Superman's own torment grew as the machine on his cock went into overdrive. The metallic digits stroked and squeezed his shaft, the sensations so intense they were almost painful. He tried to look away, to focus on anything but the sight of his love suffering, but his eyes were drawn to the digital projection of his own feet, now being mercilessly tickled by an invisible force. The sensation was maddening, his body writhing in the restraint, desperate for the relief of climax.
Lex Luthor strode back into the room, a cruel smile playing across his lips. He looked at the two of them, bound and quivering with need. "Ready to cooperate?" he asked, his voice a silky purr.
Superman's eyes narrowed. "Never," he ground out, his voice thick with lust and anger.
Lois's eyes blazed with determination. "You can do whatever you want to us, but we won't betray each other."
"We'll see about that," Lex chuckled as he keyed in some commands on a nearby console. "Max settings for the next week," he announced before leaving the room. The doors slammed shut with a finality that sent a shiver down their spines.
Lex Luthor had spent countless hours perfecting his plan, ensnaring Superman in a trap that would render the Man of Steel utterly powerless. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, the scent of fear and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the sophisticated machines that lined the walls. Superman was bound, spread eagle, in the center of the chamber. His eyes widened in rage, but it was clear that his body was already betraying him, his cock swollen with unyielding desire.
The room was cold and clinical, the only sound the rhythmic whirring of the devices designed to push him to the edge of ecstasy and despair. Lex smirked, stroking a finger along the Kryptonian's jawline, feeling the tremble of his captive's body. "Ah, Superman," he cooed, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "You should have known better than to underestimate me." He stepped back, revealing the sight that would be Superman's undoing: Lois Lane, bound to a chair, her bare feet exposed.
Her eyes, usually filled with fire and determination, were now wide with terror. Tears streaked her cheeks as she watched the madman approach with a feather. Lex knelt before her, his gaze lingering on her toes, curling in anticipation. "You know what this does to him, don't you, Lois?" he whispered, the feather hovering just above her skin. "The way he goes mad with lust just thinking about your delicate, ticklish feet."
He paused, his hand shaking with excitement, and then he leaned back, his smile widening. "But I won't be the one to give you pleasure, my dear." He gestured to the machines that hummed around them. "These will be your tormentors today." With a flick of his wrist, the feathers attached to the mechanical arms began to dance around her feet, brushing against her toes and arches, sending shivers up her legs. Superman's eyes bulged in frustration as he watched, desperately trying to break free.
Lois's breath hitched as the feathers caressed her skin, light as a whisper, yet sending waves of sensation through her body. She squirmed in the chair, the restraint tightening around her wrists. "P-please," she whimpered, "don't do this." But Lex just chuckled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. A machine attached itself to Superman's massive cock and balls, stroking the head of his cock with a metallic digit, feeling the pulse of the alien's need. "You'll watch, Superman," he said, his voice a low growl. "You'll watch as I break her, and you'll tell me everything I want to know."
The machine's movements grew more deliberate, more intense, as it began to pump and squeeze his thick shaft. Superman's eyes never left Lois's, his body straining against the bonds that held him, his muscles bulging. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her vulnerability, her fear, it was too much. He had to do something. He had to save her. The machine's grip tightened, the strokes growing more rapid, and he felt his climax approaching.
Lois's eyes grew glassy with pain as the feathers danced across the soles of her feet, tickling her mercilessly. She couldn't help but giggle, the sound echoing through the chamber. It was a sound that Superman had never heard from her before, and it sent a fresh surge of arousal through his body. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill at the powerlessness she was feeling, knowing it mirrored his own. The stroking grew more insistent, the machine's grip on his cock tightening, and he knew he was close. So close.
The sight of Lois, bound and helpless, was driving him wild. Her bare feet were so close, yet so far away, and the sound of her laughter was a siren's call to his foot fetish. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, feel her toes curling in response to the feathers. His mind was a tornado of thoughts, desperately trying to hold onto any shred of control, but the sensations overwhelming him were too intense. He could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building, and he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer.
Lois, though terrified, couldn't deny the arousal that was building within her. The feathers danced over her skin, sending jolts of pleasure that she had never felt before. The sight of Superman, the man she loved, so powerfully stimulated, was intoxicating. Her own breath grew shallow as she watched his abs tense and his hips buck against the restraint. The room was thick with the scent of sex and fear, a heady cocktail that had her pussy throbbing with need. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp as the feathers reached the most sensitive parts of her feet.
The machine's stroking grew more intense, and Superman could feel the beginnings of his climax. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in those perfect soles, to taste the sweetness of her skin and feel the warmth of her body around his cock. His thoughts were a chaotic jumble of passion and despair, the desire to protect and the need to be consumed by it all. But all he could do was watch, his body a prisoner to the whims of his mortal enemy. The frustration was maddening, his cock aching with the need for release.
Meanwhile, the machines on Lois's feet intensified, switching from feathers to large scrub brushes that raked over her heels, arches, and pads below her lengthy toes. The roughness of the bristles sent a fresh wave of sensation through her body, making her shake in the chair. The brushes dug in, pressing and teasing until she was screaming in laughter. The sound of her exclamations only seemed to spur on the machine, the bristles moving faster, harder, digging into her flesh with a delicious agony that had her biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Her eyes locked with Superman's, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He was on the edge of his own endurance, the machine working his cock with a precision that was insanely cruel. His hips rocked in sync with the rhythm of the brushes on her feet, his body begging for the same kind of sweet torment. The sight of her, bound and tickled to the brink of insanity, was his undoing. He could feel his orgasm building, his entire being focused on the exquisite pain of being denied release.
The machines pulled her toes back, spreading them apart with a gentle yet firm grip. Small brushes, with bristles, danced around the pads and stems of her toes. This was pure torture for Lois now. Her feet jerked and twitched in the restraints. She was in full silent laughter, eyes closed, head thrown back, hair matted to her tear soaked face.
Lex leaned in closer, watching her reaction with a sadistic smile. "You see, Superman?" He taunted. "You're going to watch her come apart at the seams before you even get to touch her. And all you can do is watch."
With a flick of his finger, a holographic projection of Lois appeared over the teasing machine. Her palm hovered in the air, a perfect replica of her hand, rolling over the head of Superman's cock in a slow, teasing circle. The image was so real, so lifelike, that it was almost as if she were really there, her fingers wrapped around him. The real Lois's cries grew louder, her body convulsing with every touch. Superman's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure bordering on pain.
The hologram of Lois looked up at him with a wicked smile, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to fill the room. "You know how much I love having my feet tickled, don't you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How it makes me squirm and giggle?" The projection of her hand moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, her thumb swiping over his slit, collecting the bead of precum that had formed there.
Superman's breath caught in his throat as the holographic digit began focussing on the sensitive slit of his urethra. He watched, his eyes glazed with lust, as she circled and teased, the feeling so intense it was almost painful.
"You know," the holographic Lois purred, her voice a sweet torment, "I might just stay on this spot all day, watching you suffer, listening to you beg." She leaned closer, her hand hovering just out of reach of his desperate cock. "Or maybe," she whispered, her teeth grazing the head of his cock, "I'll stay here forever."
Superman's body was a symphony of agony and ecstasy. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, his hips bucking against the unforgiving restraint. The real Lois's laughter was a symphony in the background, her body jerking and twitching with every brush of the tickling brushes. He screamed, his voice hoarse with the effort of holding back. "Lex, please," he begged, his eyes never leaving the hologram's smiling face.
The holographic Lois giggled, her sadistic glee apparent as she watched him suffer. "What's the matter, Superman?" she cooed. "Can't handle a little teasing?" Her thumb circled the tip of his cock, pressing down slightly, and he roared with frustration.
In the chair, the real Lois was gasping for air, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. The brushes had stopped, but the aftershocks of her torture rippled through her, making her sensitive flesh feel like it was on fire. She looked at Superman through a haze of tears, her own need mirroring his.
The holographic Lois's hand hovered over his cock, the tip glistening with the beginnings of his climax. Then, as if she had read his thoughts, she pulled away. The sudden absence of contact was like a slap in the face, leaving Superman's cock bobbing in the cool air of the chamber. His eyes snapped open, and he roared with the intensity of his need.
With a wicked smirk, she knelt by his big bare size 12 feet, her own toes wiggling in the air. "Are your feet as sensitive as mine, Superman?" she asked, her voice a playful taunt. "Would you like to find out?" Before he could respond, she began to tickle the bottom of his foot, her fingers moving with the precision of a master pianist.
Clark, known to the world as Superman, felt a jolt of pure tickle energy shoot up his leg and straight to his cock. It was as if his entire body had become one giant nerve ending, and she was playing it like a fiddle. The room spun around him as she moved her nimble fingers up and down the arches of his feet, her touch light but unbearable. He bucked in his restraint, his body begging for release.
Lois watched, her own breath hitching as she felt something cold and metallic press against her pussy. Her legs were spread wide open, leaving her completely exposed to the machines. The machines had inserted a moving finger inside of her, the digit sliding in and out with a precision that no human hand could match, immediately finding her g spot and tapping on it endlessly. She felt the heat building between her thighs, a heat that was only amplified by the pulsing electrode that had found its way to her clit.
Her eyes flicked over to Superman, his body tight with tension. The sight of his big, powerful feet being tickled was something she never thought she'd see. But here he was, the man who could bend steel with his bare hands, writhing in laughter from something so seemingly innocent. She couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill, watching him lose control like this. Her own arousal grew with every bit of laughter he was forced to let out, the pressure in her core building with each stroke of the digit inside her.
The holographic Lois vanished abruptly, and the machines went haywire. The brushes on her feet went to max speed. The finger inside her sped up, the electrode on her clit pulsing rapidly. The tickle torture and pleasure melded together in a symphony of sensation that was driving her out of her mind. She could feel an orgasm building, but she knew it was going to be a long, drawn-out affair.
Superman's own torment grew as the machine on his cock went into overdrive. The metallic digits stroked and squeezed his shaft, the sensations so intense they were almost painful. He tried to look away, to focus on anything but the sight of his love suffering, but his eyes were drawn to the digital projection of his own feet, now being mercilessly tickled by an invisible force. The sensation was maddening, his body writhing in the restraint, desperate for the relief of climax.
Lex Luthor strode back into the room, a cruel smile playing across his lips. He looked at the two of them, bound and quivering with need. "Ready to cooperate?" he asked, his voice a silky purr.
Superman's eyes narrowed. "Never," he ground out, his voice thick with lust and anger.
Lois's eyes blazed with determination. "You can do whatever you want to us, but we won't betray each other."
"We'll see about that," Lex chuckled as he keyed in some commands on a nearby console. "Max settings for the next week," he announced before leaving the room. The doors slammed shut with a finality that sent a shiver down their spines.
