A Christmas Tale

CHAPTER TWO: A Christmas Treat SUPERMAN came to in a sparsely-furnished room bedecked with Christmas decorations. Glowing green fairy lights were strung all over the walls and hung in long strips from the ceiling. He tried to move only to discover he was bound tightly to a chair. A thick rope was wound around his massive chest and secured to the back of the seat while his legs had been pulled apart and tied to the two legs. He still felt pathetically weak - his breathing laboured and his muscles drained of all their legendary power. He made a feeble attempt to break free from the bindings holding him down but gave up almost immediately. He knew he didn't have the strength. A delighted laugh came from behind him as his body sagged down into the seat. "Awwww, poor Superscum," teased Electra. "Feeling a little under the weather are we? Let's see if I can't cheer you up." She moved round in front of him and stretched her lithe body. She was dressed in tight leather trousers and a loose, black rhinestone-studded top which revealed her shapely waist. Her long dark hair cascaded in waves across her shoulders and her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the Man Of Steel in obvious delight. Superman glared at her angrily. "Untie me," he snarled. Electra tossed her head back and laughed. "Oh Supes," she cried. "You're so amusing. I do like that in a man." She reached up and curled her fingers around one of the strips of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling slowly turning the bulbs so they shone on Superman's face. Her face creased into a smile as she saw the look of pain wash over his features. "Oh diddums," she chimed. "Does that hurt?" Superman closed his eyes and began to gag as the green light reflected off his face. Electra laughed exultantly drinking in his torment. "What a weak little boy," she pouted. "A very weak boy toy." Still laughing she stepped forward and threw one leg over his lap before settling herself down on his crotch. She wiggled provocatively grinding her backside against his cock with evident relish. "How's it feel to be outclassed babycakes?" whispered Electra into his ear. Superman opened his eyes to be met by her smiling face. Her deep blue eyes glinted triumphantly as she continued rubbing herself over his hips. Then she began blowing gently on his cheeks as she felt his penis start to harden. The Man Of Steel tried desperately to stop his erection but as he did so Electra leant forward and nuzzled her lips into his neck. She grabbed the back of his head with her hand and pulled him into her - moving her mouth upwards so her tongue could flick in and out of his ear. "Can't resist, can you?" she purred as she felt his manhood almost boring into her. Electra moved her hand down and started brushing it against the fabric over his now throbbing dick. "Do you want me?" she breathed. Superman gritted his teeth and tried not to reply but the feel of Electra on him was too much to resist. He took a deep breath and finally gasped: "Yes. Please. Oh, please." Electra's body convulsed with laughter as she moved her fingers away from his penis and clasped his face with both hands. "Oh Supes," she said with mock sympathy. "I know you'd love me to fuck you - but it's not Christmas Day yet. "Perhaps I'll unwrap you then." Electra could hardly contain her amusement as she rose off Superman and saw his hips still twitching with a gigantic bulge thrusting forwards in his trunks. She could hear his laboured breathing as she turned and blew him a lascivious kiss before walking slowly from the room.