Still, she stayed silent, an occasional wince from theflicking of a wooden tip or a loose pebble falling under her feet. Her confusionin what was going on fed the slight tremoring in her belly; she did not knowwhat was going on or why, so she focussed on the only thing she could: trustin her Master. After some twenty minutes of walking, she began to feel exhausted by hisdemanding pace. Looking down the trail, she thought she could make out thebeginning of a clearing up ahead. Before she could make out any details, hishand suddenly jerked her to a stop. As she tried to rebalance herself, a taskmade difficult with her wrists tied behind her back, she heard him drop thepack he was carrying. Suddenly, she was startled when a black cloth seemedto come out of nowhere and flip down over her head, removing her vision. Shecould not control the shuddering of her body, the exhaustion and the fear feedingthe trembling and making her feel weak. She had no power; she was his to control. With her. Clark had tried to force those images away by dedicating himself to giving Lois the best fuck of her life. But his thoughts of Luthor were persistent and somehow made their way back into his brain. Clark began to envision himself AS Luthor slipping his healthy pound of meat into the star-reporter, driving her to ecstasy. His mind also gave him disturbing fantasies of touching Luthor… feeling him… tasting him.All the way to the Daily Planet, Clark Kent thought about Luthor. Even now, as he sat at his desk trying to focus on the next article he was supposed to be writing. He barely even heard Jimmy Olsen call out his name.Jimmy Olsen was not aware of what effects the Bending Machine’s rays had on him. What he WAS aware of was that he couldn’t stop looking at every semi-good looking guy that passed by. Even when Clark Kent entered the daily Planet, Jimmy found himself unconsciously staring at his friend’s groin area hoping to catch a glimpse of which direction Clark’s manhood hung to..
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