Prison of Ice

Prison of Ice

Chapter 2: Learning the Basics

Written and Edited by R.S.

Characters: Superman
Huntress (Helena Bertinelli)
Black Canary (Dinah Lance)

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“Brainiac!!” Superman’s scream echoed throughout the cavernous chamber.

But the android was long gone and probably already setting whatever dastardly plans he had for Earth into motion. What chance did the planet have without its chief protector?

Superman slowly managed to prop himself up on all fours. The crimson lights bore down upon him unceasingly. It was scorching, his throat was dry, and he could feel a trickle of sweat roll down his neck.

He looked up to see Huntress and Black Canary standing over him, their hands resting on their shapely hips. Both women had bemused smirks on their pretty faces and still looked as fresh as spring rain. Was he the only one feeling the effects of the solar lamps so intensely?

“Dinah, Helena, you have to fight Brainiac’s programming. You’ve got to be stronger than—”

Superman’s plea was cut short as Black Canary roughly kicked him in the ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs. Being invulnerable most of his life, he wasn’t used to feeling pain this way.

Huntress suddenly raised her right leg in front of his face. “Kiss my boot,” she ordered sternly.

“What?” Superman asked incredulously.

“You heard her,” Canary said, delivering another kick to his side. “Do it now.”

“N-never,” he wheezed. “I know you two aren’t in your right minds, but I’m going to have to take you down!”

Black Canary pulled her leg back for a third kick but this time Superman caught it and pulled her off balance. He rolled to his left, barely dodging a blow from Huntress, and was on his feet once more. With the power switch for the red sun lamps in his sights, he made a break for it. His only chance would be to shut them off- and hope that his powers returned quickly enough to deal with his brainwashed comrades.

Superman was rapidly closing in on his goal. Thirty feet away. Twenty. Ten. He didn’t dare look behind him. The two women must be hot on his tracks, he thought. With his right arm outstretched, anticipating throwing the switch, he was running on pure adrenaline now. He was so close and yet so far away.

The Man of Steel heard something whizzing through the air after him. He ignored it and pressed on. The switch was just an arm’s length away. This hellish ordeal would be over in seconds.

It was then that he felt himself stop in mid stride- felt himself being yanked backward off his feet. Superman saw his freedom slip away, just out his grasp, and realized that a light but strong cable had almost magically enclosed around his upper body. He turned his head in alarm to see that Huntress was holding the other end of the rope- a sly grin across her lips. Superman’s arms were trapped at his sides and there was nothing he could do. To make matters worse, Black Canary had begun helping Huntress reel him in like some sort of large fish.

“Damn it!” he cursed.

“What’s wrong, Supes?” Dinah asked sardonically. “Did you think you would get away that easily?”

“Your suffering hasn’t even begun yet,” added Huntress. “There is still so much you have to learn about being our foot slave.”

They hauled Superman back to the middle of the room, and Canary grabbed the cord from behind holding him where he stood.

“What are you planning to do with me?” asked the bound superhero, trying to buy some time.

“First of all,” said Huntress, unbuckling her right boot. “We’re going to teach you the power we women, along with our feet, have over you. Allow me to demonstrate.”

She lay down on the floor, facing him, and propped herself up on her elbows. Next she extended her leg forward and began probing his crotch with her bare foot.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked, shocked by her sudden actions.

“I already told you. I’m going to show you how weak you truly are, Superman” Huntress replied, not even looking up.

She continued to massage him with her toes and smiled when she began to feel the unmistakable rigidness growing beneath the thin fabric of his costume. Superman shifted uneasily in Dinah’s grasp trying his best to suppress his growing erection.

“Look you’re making him squirm!” blurted Black Canary. “A little bit longer and I think he’ll cream his pants.”

Superman’s cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment at her observation. He would’ve liked nothing better than to fly a million miles away and never look back.

“Do you realize it yet, Superman?” asked Huntress. “Do you acknowledge the power we hold over you?”

There was no answer.

Huntress sighed heavily and motioned to Canary who abruptly yanked the Man of Steel’s tights down to his knees, exposing his protruding manhood.

Helena’s eyes widened with awe. “Well well, I see you live up to your name in at least one way, SUPERman.”

The former heroine caught the base of his cock, wedging it in the space between her big and second toe.

“Hmm, a perfect fit,” she smiled.

Superman’s erection started to throb even more as she began pumping him up and down between her smooth toes. The tightness and pressure felt just right and was a few shades from being uncomfortable. Still, he had no idea that a woman’s toes could be so impossibly soft.

“Ooohhh,” he moaned despite himself.

“That’s it. That’s riiiight. You like the feeling of my toes on your cock don’t you?” Huntress cooed softly. “Give in to us and we’ll make you feel sooo good.”

“N-no, I can’t…won’t…” he said through gritted teeth.

“Trying to resist me? Foolish. It’s no use. And if you’re still hoping that someone will find out where we are you can forget it. I’m the one that caused that warning message on your monitor earlier. Remember you also allowed me to operate the teleporter. What you didn’t notice was that I scrambled our true coordinates and destination to make it impossible for anyone else to find us- at least for a good long while.”

Superman’s morale sunk a little bit lower. He secretly had been counting on one of the other heroes finding him, but that hope was now dashed.

“Poor, poor, Superman” teased Black Canary as she started kissing and nibbling on the side of his neck. “No one is coming to rescue you.”

He shut his eyes in an attempt to block her out. It was a vain mind over matter exercise to say the least. He could feel Dinah’s warm breath and the moistness of her lips against his skin. Her golden tresses tickled his cheek while the sweet smell of her perfume filled his every sense.

Superman chanced a downward peek at his other tormentor. Helena’s hazel eyes were fixed on the task at hand with an air of focus and concentration as well. The lavender toenail polish she sported matched her costume perfectly, and was nearly mesmerizing as he watched her gently yanking his cock.

He would’ve never even dreamed of being sexually aroused in this manner. It felt great in fact, though he wouldn’t allow himself to admit it- and it was driving him completely crazy.

Huntress sped up the pace of her pumping a bit more. “Yes, master Brainiac’s plan was flawless. His intelligence is far beyond anyone.”

Her silky toes glided easily up and down the full length of his sensitive cock again and again. She was absolutely relishing her power over him, knowing he could not escape. Superman could feel himself reaching his inevitable end as the minutes passed. His willpower chipped away tad more at this realization.

Helena’s toes were unceasing in their task, dexterously kneading and caressing his shaft like tiny fingers. She grinned as precum oozed onto them. “Just a little longer,” she said happily.

Almost on cue Superman came, squirting his seed onto her awaiting foot. He let out a repressed moan, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably.

“See I told you,” she said matter of factly, taking in the sight and feeling the warmth of his gooey cum against her skin. “Our feet have total power and control over you. They can cause pleasure as you’ve just witnessed. Or…” she batted at his dangling balls.

“…they can cause you pain.”

The Man of Steel winced and dropped to one knee as the top of her foot roughly slapped the underside of his nuts.

“Kneeling before us already?” Helena smiled. “Good. Get used to that position, Superman, because that’s exactly where you belong.”

Huntress pulled her boot on, taking time to fasten each buckle. “Now it’s time to complete the lesson that you neglected to learn before. Will you kiss my boot?”

Superman glanced over at Black Canary. The blonde was standing a couple of feet away with her arms crossed. Judging by the look on her face, she was watching him with restrained amusement.

The idea of being at the mercy of these two women, who would normally pose no more threat to him than a fly, caused a well of anger stirring inside him. His eyes focused on the boot once again. No, he would not give in or give up. Not now. Superman’s world famous iron will and resolve simply wouldn’t allow it. There had to be another way- and he was determined to find it.

“I’m waiting,” Huntress stated upon seeing his hesitation.

“My answer hasn’t changed,” he declared with revitalized fortitude.

“Well, well there’s still some fight left in you, huh Boy Scout? I wouldn’t expect any less from the world’s greatest hero. But let’s see what we can do to change your mind shall we? After all, taking you apart physically is only half the fun. The real entertainment begins when we break you down mentally- from your will power to your pride. And trust us Superman; it’s only a matter of time.”

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End of Chapter 2

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