to teach you all sorts of ricks, my new Super-Pup!"
Alas, Superman was no more ... for the World' s greatest superhero has now bee the obedient boy toy of this ruthless and cruel criminal. His aremy had stolen his mind, enslaved his body, robbed him of his identity, and raped him of his very will. Never before has there been suplete and utter domination of one man over another.
The triumphant villain pulled on Superman' s leash and led his prized pet, crawling on his hands and knees, over to a large animal' s cage. The big yellow and red S from the front of his discarded e laced across the door, leaving no doubt who would be residing there. "This will be your new home, Superslave. I hope you like the aodations. After all, it' s not much different than the dinky little cell I had when I was in jail!"
Spellbinder opehe door, unhook his leash and Superman agreeably ehe cage. Then the villain slammed the door behind him. Inside was his old torn cape in place of a bla, a rusty bedpan to be used as a toilet and a dog bowl with his ed on it. "Make yourself fortable, Superslave. Because this is where you' ll be spending most of your time. ..... Oh I almost fot to fill your water bowl!" Spellbihen whipped out his cod whizzed into it through the bars. "There you go, Superslave! I' m sure you must be thirsty! So go on .... drink up! Because that' s all you' ll be getting for your dinner for tonight."
"Yes, Master. .... " his Superslave replies as he lowered his head and started lig up his Master' s piss.
"The only other thing I have on the menu for you is another load of my cum. And I was saving that for dessert. Now, doesn' t that sound like a real treat, my pet?"
"Yes, Master. ..... a real treat." Superman says as his tongue laps up more of the villain' s foul-tasting urine.
"Then finish your meal, slave .... or you' ll never get to savor the main course!" The sadistic sorcerer told him as the sight of his mortal enemy gulpi