Superman Fan Fiction ❯ Ultra Woman downfall ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It was a sunny day in Metropolis. The sky was a bright blue. Sunlight gleamed off of the tall skyscrapers. The streets below were bustling, car horns blared, voices echoed through the streets. Lois had lived in this city her entire life, but she had never seen it like this, not all at once.

 

She hovered high in the sky, trying to focus through all the overlapping sounds. She could hear everything, she could look in any direction and see for miles. The flood of noise was overwhelming. But she had to adapt, she had no choice. She wasn’t just a reporter anymore. She was Ultra Woman.

 

Clark had been holding her when they were both struck by a beam of red energy. His powers had been transferred to her, leaving her as the protector of this city. Clark had called it red kryptonite, but they hadn’t seen where the beam had come from.

 

Whoever had fired it was still out there, and Lois had no clue where to start looking for them. For now, she was just trying to get used to her abilities. She had to be so careful all the time, her strength made everything delicate and breakable. At least it was safe up here, amongst the clouds and the gentle breeze.

 

Her cape fluttered softly behind her, the sun gave her skin a warm sheen. She glanced down at herself, a small smile curling on her lips as she looked at her superheroine costume. She never imagined she’d be wearing one of these things. She wasn’t used to making such a spectacle of herself, but she had to admit, the skintight purple fabric was strangely flattering.

 

The sleeveless bodysuit hugged her curves in all the right places, displaying her toned legs and trim waist. The chest was cut low to display a glimpse of her ample cleavage. On her feet were a pair of purple boots, on her wrists two matching purple bracelets. Around her curvy hips was a pink belt, and clipped onto her shoulders was a long blue cape.

 

A pink domino mask obscured her facial features, her dark brown hair was slicked back to further hide her true identity. Her lips were a painted a light red, the two luscious shapes pressed together as she smiled. The costume was feminine and sensual, but also functional, designed for flight and flexibility. It made her feel powerful, it made her feel like a new woman.

 

She understood now how easily Clark had played the two roles of superhero and reporter. In this costume she felt she could inhabit the role of Ultra Woman, that she could be the protector this city needed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the sea of noise starting to fade. Then she heard a noise breaking through.

 

A shrill scream rang out, from somewhere close by. “She’s going to jump!” Lois’s eyes snapped open. She swivelled toward the sound, narrowing her eyes. Ten blocks away, a woman stood on the edge of a rooftop, atop a tall building. A crowd had already formed on the street, but the emergency services hadn’t arrived yet. There were going to be too late to save her.

 

Lois gasped as she saw the woman starting to step forward, leaning into the emptiness between her and the ground far below. Without thinking, Lois shot forward, flying like a rocket as she came down from the sky. The woman stepped off of the roof and began to fall.

 

Another loud scream went out from the crowd of terrified onlookers. Then Lois swooped down, wrapping her arms around the woman, catching her and slowing her descent. “I’ve got you.” Lois

said confidently as she began lowering the woman down to the ground. Even her voice sounded different, strong and brave, completely masking her nervousness.

 

She heard relieved sighs from the crowd, then cheers and applause. She felt a surge of pride deep in her chest. She had done it, she had saved a life. The woman held her tightly, hugging her as they drifted down to the street. “Thank you!” The woman exclaimed in a posh accent, her voice dripping with the elocution only afforded in private schools.

 

Lois’s reporter instincts told her something was wrong about the woman, but she couldn’t quite place it. Her blonde hair was done up in a stylish hair do, only a few strands hanging down to frame her well defined features. Glittery earrings hung from her ears, and a pearl necklace was around her neck.

 

More pearls were wrapped around her right wrist, Lois could hear them clicking against each other as the woman hugged her. She wore a stylish pink blazer, the fabric was silky and soft, with black lines running vertically down it. On the left side of the blazer she wore a dark flowery brooch.

 

Hugging her legs was a black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. She wore a pair of black pantyhose, her stockinged feet were fitted snugly in black high heels. Lois could smell the scent of an expensive perfume on the womans skin, the smell of rosewater and something sharper flooding her senses.

 

Her make-up was exquisitely applied, her nails perfectly manicured. She had clearly gone to a great effort in her appearance, and as she spoke, there seemed to be a playful edge to her voice, as if this had all been a game. “Thank you so much, Ultra Woman!” She said loudly with a theatrical flair. “You are simply marvellous!”

 

Lois’s boots finally touched the ground. She set the woman down on her feet, smiling politely. “You’re welcome. I really should be going…” She tried to step back, then the woman’s eyes sparkled with intent. “Thank you again!” She declared as she suddenly wrapped her arms around Lois.

 

The crowd applauded and Lois felt compelled to remain in the hug for longer than she was comfortable with. Across the street, a woman in denim dungarees and a chequered shirt leaned out of an alleyway. She raised a large device onto her shoulder. It was black, and had the casing of a camera. But inside the metal casing was much more complex technology, along with a chunk of red kryptonite.

 

The woman squeezed a trigger, firing a red beam at Lois. “Got ya.” She muttered quietly with a smug grin. The beam struck the two women as they embraced, a red light surrounding Lois and the woman she had just saved. Lois felt a strange tingling sensation pulsing through her. For a moment she felt very warm, then strangely cold.

 

The light faded to nothing, and the mysterious blonde sighed by her ear. “Exactly as planned…” The woman leaned back, her lips curled in a wolfish grin. “You’re a very pretty girl. But you’re not too bright.” The woman was still holding her, gripping her arms. But she wasn’t hugging her, the gesture was now more controlling, as if she were demanding that Lois stay in place.

 

Lois felt a sinking sensation in her chest, she felt a deep dread in the pit of her stomach. She tried to move, to pull free from the woman’s grip. But she couldn’t. Her strength was gone, along with all

of her other powers. The woman’s hands were like steel, hard and unmoveable. It was her, the same woman who had attacked Clark, and Lois had walked right into her trap.

 

Lois turned her head, looking left and right for any sign of who had fired the beam. But her accomplice had already snuck away, and there was no way to reverse this without that device. The woman saw the fear in Lois’s eyes, then she laughed with delight, the gleeful sound ringing in Lois’s ear.

 

“Where are my manners?” She said mockingly in her refined tone. “I haven’t properly introduced myself. You may call me Lucille Newtrich.” Lucille’s eyes shone smugly, she was incredibly pleased with herself and made no attempt to hide it. “And I just became the most powerful woman in the world!”

 

She laughed again, her hands squeezing into Lois’s arms, keeping them pinned to her sides. “Let go of me!” Lois moaned as she struggled in Lucille’s grip. Lucille laughed, flashing her pearly white teeth. “You’re not going anywhere my dear. I’m just getting started with you.” She suddenly lifted Lois up, squeezing her arms into her sides and raising her like she was a trophy.

 

“These powers…” Lucille said as she raised Lois higher. “It’s like you weigh nothing at all!” Lois moaned and struggled, her cheeks starting to blush as she looked at the crowd. The surrounding onlookers knew something was wrong, but no-one tried to interject, they simply watched in astonishment as Ultra Woman was lifted and played with like a doll.

 

“I can’t believe a silly little thing like you had all this strength.” Lucille laughed as Lois wriggled and kicked her legs. “Look at you in that gaudy costume. A spandex bodysuit with a cape? You look like you got lost on the way to an aerobics class.” Lucille laughed again and Lois’s blush burned brighter. Then the flash of a camera went off.

 

Lucille turned her head, looking at the nervous reporter holding the camera. “Don’t be shy.” She said as she smiled at the young man cautiously raising the camera. Lois glanced at him as well. She recognised him, he worked for a rival paper. “I want everyone to see this!” Lucille said as she suddenly tossed Lois to the ground, throwing her to the floor in front of the reporter.

 

Lois came down hard on her chest, groaning from the impact. Her strength was gone, along with her invulnerability, she was acutely aware of how fragile she was now, especially compared to Lucille. “Your protector is no more!” Lucille announced grandly as she walked up to Lois. “She’s completely powerless!”

 

Lois tried to push herself up from the floor, her arms shaking as she pressed her palms to the ground. Then she felt the tip of Lucille’s high heel pressing into her back. “Agh!” She groaned as she was slammed back down, pinned under the pressure of Lucille’s foot. She writhed feebly on the floor, like a bug being crushed under a boot.

 

The flash of the camera went off, followed by Lucille’s mocking laughter. She saw a sea of concerned faces surrounding her, but none dared to try and stop Lucille. After a few more seconds of struggling she let out a defeated sigh, her body going limp. She lay flat on her chest, breathing heavily.

 

Lucille grinned and placed her hands on her hips, striking a pose as the camera flash went off

again. “Ultra Woman defeated!” Lucille declared as she smiled at the camera. “I can already see the headline now!” Then her eyes glistened with a mischievous intent. “But I can think of a much better story…”

 

She suddenly removed her foot, gripping Lois by the hair and yanking her up. Lois winced from the pain in her scalp, her hands going to Lucille’s wrist as she tried to control the pressure. She was forced up to her feet, moaning in distress, pointed toward the camera.

 

“You’ll want to get a close up of this…” Lucille said gleefully. “I’m going to reveal the true identity of Ultra Woman!” She wrapped an arm firmly around Lois’s midsection, pulling her back against her. It felt like a steel cable squeezing into her. Lois moaned, taking a strained breath as Lucille’s arm pressed into her stomach.

 

“Hold still…” Lucille said softly by her ear, then she began to reach for the edge of Lois’s mask. “Make sure you get a close-up of this.” She said as she flashed a smile at the reporter. She pinched the edge of the blue mask, drawing out every moment as she savoured Lois’s distress.

 

Lois had one arm pinned to her side by Lucille’s strong grip, the other hand feebly clawed at Lucille’s wrist, trying desperately to stop her unmasking. “No… please don’t do this…” She whined as Lucille ignored her efforts to stop her. “Don’t you want them to see your pretty face?” She whispered teasingly by her ear. Then in one smooth motion she peeled the mask away from her, uncovering her face to the crowd.

 

Lois gasped, her eyes wide with shock as the camera flashed. The bright flash reflected in her eyes, capturing the moment she was revealed. This was all happening too quickly for her to fully comprehend. Only a few minutes ago she had been living two lives, a powerful heroine and an acclaimed reporter. Now both those lives were destroyed. Even if she somehow escaped Lucille, she could never go back to being a reporter after this.

 

She was frozen in shock, the suddenness of her unmasking was too overwhelming. Lucille laughed and tossed the mask at the young man with the camera. “Here. A souvenir for your story.” She said as he caught it and quickly slipped it into his pocket.

 

“No… This can’t be happening…” Lois muttered under her breath in disbelief. It felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, everything was being ripped away from her without any warning. She heard Lucille let out a pleased sigh by her ear, then Lucille’s arms began wrapping around her, gripping her just below her breasts.

 

She was caught in a bearhug, Lucille was only using a fraction of her strength, yet the embrace was crushing. “Just one last thing.” Lucille cooed in her playful manner. “You might as well save this young man some time. Go ahead and say your full name, nice and loud for everyone to hear. It’ll be in the papers tomorrow either way.”

 

Until now, Lois had been given no control over her humiliation. This was her first chance to show even a flicker of defiance. “No.” She groaned as she gritted her teeth. “I won’t do it!” Lucille laughed, calmly increasing the pressure as she replied. “Such a stubborn little thing.” She then lowered her voice to a whisper, speaking menacingly by Lois’s ear.

 

“Do you think I won’t break you? Hmm?” Her arms pressed a little deeper, displaying how easily

she could snap Lois in half. Lois moaned in pain, her feminine features tightening as she shuddered in Lucille’s arms. Lucille’s arms felt like a vice, the two strong limps squeezing inward.

 

“Ohhh!! Stop!!” She cried out in agony as tears began to fill her eyes. The crowd gasped and some fled in fear, but most were transfixed by watching Ultra Woman being so casually dominated. “You’re just a toy to me. A pet. A plaything.…” Lucille whispered so only Lois could hear. “And if you won’t obey me… Well, then I have no use for you. So, you can say your name, or I’ll leave you broken on the street.”

 

Behind her aristocratic facade, lay a cold merciless nature that made Lois shiver in fright. A tear rolled down Lois’s cheek as she let out a soft whimpering noise. She was too frightened to disobey, she was broken and robbed of any dignity. “My name…” She began to speak in a soft trembling tone. Then Lucille calmly instructed her. “Look at the camera, my dear.”

 

Lois sighed heavily and lifted her chin, looking straight ahead with her watery eyes. Her throat rippled and she took a slow breath as she tried to quell the tears. Then she choked out the words. “My name is Lois Lane.” Lucille laughed with glee as Lois fully revealed her identity. It had all seemed so easy for her, so frustratingly effortless to dismantle Lois’s life.

 

The camera flashed one more time, capturing the broken look in Lois’s eyes. “Good girl.” Lucille cooed with a smug grin. She eased her grip, letting Lois’s feet settle on the floor. Then she took her hips and turned her around. “Dry those tears you silly girl.” She said with a stern inflection.

 

She reached out with her thumb, rubbing away the tears from Lois’s cheeks. Then she snaked her arms around Lois’s waist, pulling her closer. “Now, let’s see what else I can do.” She said with mischievous gleam in her eyes. Suddenly her arms tightened around Lois and she shot up into the air.

 

The crowd gasped as the two of them disappeared amongst the clouds. Lois let out a scared scream, her limbs flailing before she quickly clung to Lucille. Being up this high without her powers was terrifying. She was certain that at any moment Lucille would drop her. Lucille flew high into the sky, laughing at Lois’s fear.

 

“What are you doing?!” Lois shrieked, her voice shaking with dread. She glanced down at Metropolis, the city shrinking far beneath her. Instinctively she gripped Lucille’s blazer, trying to hold on so she wouldn’t fall. “Just testing my powers...” Lucille replied casually. “And taking a look at my city, of course. Now that I have these abilities, Metropolis belongs to me.”

 

Lois breathed heavily, her body shaking as she tried to control the waves of panic. “Okay, you’ve tested your powers. You win. Just put me back down.” She moaned in a pleading tone. “I could…” Lucille replied. “But I really don’t need you anymore.” Lois looked at her, making a small shake of her head. “No… don’t…” Lucille laughed and began to open up her arms.

 

“Goodbye, Ultra Woman!” She said as she fully released her. Lois tried to cling to her, but her silky blazer didn’t get her enough to hold onto. The soft fabric slipped through her fingers, hands grasping and clawing at Lucille as she began to fall. Then she lost her grip completely and started plummeting downward.

 

The rush of air was deafening, her cape flapped wildly, her hair whipping around her face. She

tumbled messily as she fell, her body twisting and turning. A loud scream escaped her lips, the ground rushing to meet her. She closed her eyes, unable to face her demise. Then a pair of arms wrapped around her, catching her and bringing her to the rooftop of a nearby building.

 

“You didn’t think I would let you go so easily, did you?” Lucille laughed as she set Lois down on her feet. Lois was still shaking, her chest felt tight as she struggled to take deep breaths. “You’ve been such a good girl so far…” Lucille cooed as she gently stroked Lois’s cheek. “As long as you continue to obey me, I have no reason to dispose of you.”

 

Lois took another deep breath, her brow furrowing with confusion. “Obey you?” She asked worriedly. “What do you want me to do? You’ve already stolen my powers. Isn’t that enough?” Lucille grinned and shook her head. One hand cupped Lois’s cheek, the other stroked down the curve of her waist, coming to rest on her hip.

 

“That’s not nearly enough…” She said in a low sultry tone. “I have so much more planned for you.” Lois began to notice Lucille’s lustful gaze, the way her hands were lingering on her body. “I’m flattered…” She replied nervously as she took a step backward. “But I’m not interested.” She tried to turn and run, but Lucille caught her in less than a second.

 

Lucille came up behind her, wrapping her arms around Lois’s waist. “You don’t have a choice.” She whispered by her ear. “You can submit to me. Or next time… I won’t catch you when you fall.” Her hands slowly stroked up Lois’s stomach, gliding smoothly over the sleek purple spandex. Her hands came higher, until they cupped Lois’s breasts, her fingers slowly curling inward and pressing into the two soft mounds.

 

Lois gasped, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. “So…” Lucille purred by her ear. “What’s it going to be? Will you obey… or die?” Lois swallowed, closing her eyes as she went silent. Lucille continued to calmly grope her, squeezing and kneading her breasts. She could sense Lois battling an inner conflict, her pride and her will to live pushing against each other.

 

She gave her breasts a firm squeeze as she whispered. “Answer me, Lois.” A defeated sigh came through Lois’s parted lips, her head hanging low to her chest. Her survival instinct was too strong, she would rather be used like an object than perish. “I’ll do what you want…” She said softly, her trembling eyes staring down at her feet.

 

“Of course you will.” Lucille replied as she slowly rolled Lois’s breasts around in her hands. “You know when you’re outmatched.” Lucille leaned a little closer, her warm breath tickling Lois’s ear. “These powers were never suited to a girl like you.” She whispered. “I’ll put them to much better use, and I certainly won’t be running around in such garish spandex.”

 

Her hands left Lois’s breasts, then in one smooth motion she swept her cape to the side and gave her bottom a firm slap. “Although I must admit, this silly outfit works quite well in displaying your only real value.” Lois gasped and blushed as she felt Lucille’s hand slamming down on her rump. It lingered there, slowly squeezing the rounded shape. Then she turned her around so they were facing.

 

She wrapped her arms around Lois, her hands stroking down to fondle her behind. Her hands slid smoothly over the two soft curves, then gripped and squeezed, making Lois’s hips jerk. “It’s not your fault you lost so easily.” Lucille cooed as she looked deeply into Lois’s eyes, delighting at the

burning shame looking back at her. “I simply had a better upbringing. I’m smarter than you…”

 

She lifted her hand and gave Lois’s bottom a firm slap, making her gasp and tremble in her arms. “Stronger than you…” Another slap against the tight spandex, another feminine gasp bursting from Lois’s lips. “And so much more stylish.” Lucille laughed and clapped her hands against Lois’s backside, the firm impact echoing across the rooftop.

 

Lois tried to look away, to escape Lucille’s mocking gaze. But Lucille gave her another quick spank, her voice taking on a stern inflection. “Look at me, Lois.” She said as her arms tightened. “I want you say it. Say that I’m better than you. There’s no point denying it any longer. Look at you, all that power you had and now you’re just a trembling little thing, completely helpless.”

 

A low whine emitted from Lois’s throat. She turned her head, looking utterly dejected. Shame, embarrassment, fear, a multitude of emotions swirled deep in her eyes. She looked at Lucille, seeing only a smug self satisfaction. Lucille was so sure of herself, so brazenly confident. Lois felt so weak and empty in this moment, and it suddenly felt as if the force of Lucille’s willpower was filling her up and taking hold.

 

She blinked, dizzy from the exhaustion of her humiliation. As she began to speak, she couldn’t stop herself from starting to feel the truth in the words. It was almost hypnotic, Lucille’s eyes drawing her in and making her sink deeper into her control.

 

“You… you’re better than me…” Lois whispered, staring into Lucille’s eyes in disbelief, as if she was watching someone else say these words, someone much weaker and smaller than the woman she had once been. “That’s right…” Lucille purred, her fingers pressing into Lois’s juicy rump. “And you’re mine.”

 

She leaned her head forward, capturing Lois’s lips in a firm kiss. Lois’s eyes fluttered with shock, her body tensing. She let out a helpless moan, the sound muffled by the tight seal of Lucille’s mouth.

Lucille moaned with pleasure, one hand remaining on Lois’s rump, the other hooked tightly around her back.

 

Lois could’ve tried to turn her head, but she didn’t, she felt too tired and broken to offer any resistance. The shock faded, replaced by a weary resignation. Her eyelids drooped, then closed completely as she submitted to the kiss. Lucille kissed her hungrily, devouring her in a passionate embrace.

 

Lucille clearly enjoyed flaunting her expensive possessions, and now Lois felt like she was becoming just another valuable item to be owned and used. The forced kiss was so humiliating and degrading, it shattered any last bits of her willpower. With her eyes closed she seemed to drift endlessly in the darkness. Her time as a heroine was already fading to a distant memory, a future of enslavement now awaiting her.

 

Lucille let out another moan, the sound reverberating through Lois’s mouth. Then she slowly peeled her lips away, letting out a pleased sigh. “Mmmm… You taste so sweet…” She said with a sultry smile. “I’m going to peel you out of this when I get you home.” Her hands roamed over Lois’s body, caressing and squeezing her. Lois trembled, shivering at Lucille’s touch.

 

Lucille let out a small laugh, one hand going to Lois’s chin to hold her head in place. “You’ll learn to

like it.” She said soothingly. “You just need a little training, and I’m an excellent teacher.” She leaned in and gave Lois a quick kiss on the lips. Then she lowered down and wrapped her arms around Lois’s thighs.

 

In one smooth motion she hoisted Lois up onto her shoulder. Lois’s torso hung upside down at her back, her arms dangling toward the floor. Her long legs rested in front of her chest, the spandex tight to the two lean limbs. Lucille ran her hands up the back of Lois’s legs. She casually swept her cape to the side, then gave Lois’s bottom a firm slap.

 

Lois gasped and Lucille laughed as she spanked her again. “Let’s get you home, Ultra Woman. I think you need to lie down after the long day you’ve had.” She used her superheroine name with a teasing inflection, knowing that Lois would never go by that moniker again.

 

Lois sighed and closed her eyes, allowing her body to limp, keeping herself fully bent over Lucille’s shoulder. There was nothing she could do, Lucille had won. She felt Lucille wrapping an arm around her legs, hugging them to her chest. Then she began flying smoothly up into the sky.

 

Lucille had adapted to her powers almost instantly, showing none of the hesitation that had plagued Lois. Her words kept ringing in Lois’s ears. ‘I’m better than you…’ At this point, after being captured, and groped, and kissed, it was impossible to deny those words.