A pleasant day in Metropolis turned to pure carnage out of nowhere. The cause, a scantily clad goddess called Callisto. Callisto was strong, powerful and sexy. She was tall, around six feet, and she was wearing a skin tight black tank top, skin tight black shorts and black boots. Her hair was blonde. Her body was an almost perfect athletic build. She weighed around 135 pounds but it was more muscle than anyone could see.
Superman was stunned at the destruction happening in Metropolis. He dropped in to crash Callisto’s party. There he was, over six foot tall, perfectly sculptured abs and chest, muscular with his iconic blue suit, red briefs, red cape, yellow belt and the “S” symbol on his chest.
Without making any introduction, Superman flew in right in front of Callisto. Callisto had no idea who he was. She just grabbed him and threw him like everything and everyone else. But this was Superman. He got right back up and blocked her again.
“Stop this now,” he said. “The people don’t deserve to die.”
“Who are you to bark out orders,” she asked. “I’m Callisto, goddess of destruction. And you, whoever you are, are about die.”
Superman charged after her, but she would show her superiority quickly. She grabbed his cape and then the back of his uniform, lifted him up and placed her knee out. She then slammed his chest on her knees which dealt a powerful blow to Superman. Right after that, she slammed his body on the ground, lifted him back up and slammed him down again. Superman rolled over on to his back only for Callisto to grab him again.
Callisto grabbed him by the waste and lifted him as if he weighed nothing. Then she threw him at least a hundred feet. Superman could not believe it, he was being manhandled by a beautiful young woman. The citizens of Metropolis could not believe it either. Callisto was aggravated though. She had beaten him worse than she’s ever beaten anyone and he was still alive.
Before Superman could get back to his feet, Callisto charged towards him and placed one of her boots on top of his chest. She then sat down on his abs. Secretly, she also kind of liked this superhero. She put her hand on his chest and felt around and then she kissed him on the lips. Superman also liked her, she was hot and strong. But he had to stop her from destroying the city first. He got back on his feet, but she instantly grabbed him in a bearhug. It was a stunning sight, Superman being squeezed in the arms of a much smaller woman. His arms were free but there was nothing he could do. She squeezed him for several minutes until he finally lost his energy. She let him fall right to the ground, but she wasn’t done with him yet.
Callisto grabbed Superman by his uniform and lifted him up, proclaiming her superiority.
“I have won,” she screamed. “And now, I will claim my reward.”
She threw Superman down the street. Superman struggled to get back up to his feet only to be greeted by a barrage of punches and kicks. Callisto was having her way with the Man of Steel. He was knocked out on the ground and she was ready for round two. She grabbed him and dragged him to an abandoned warehouse following the beating.
Several hours later, Superman awakened in the dark, empty warehouse to see his cape and belt had been removed. He wasn’t able to regenerate since he was not exposed to sunlight. He was lying there, still in pain, in his blue and red uniform. But why would she just do that instead of just kill him? Callisto walked in and Superman backed up. He was sitting with his back to the wall. Callisto kneeled down and approached him.
“I could kill you right now,” she said. “But what would the fun be in that. I like you.”
Callisto again kissed him on the lips. But even then, she wasn’t going to be that easy on Superman. Now, she was wearing nothing but a bra and a thong. However, she was still stronger than him and now that it was just him and her, she could do whatever she pleased.
Callisto grabbed Superman and started beating him again. Superman was still reeling from the defeat he suffered earlier. She had manhandled him and he couldn’t even defend himself. She was kicking him and Superman was so weak now, it was like kicking a soccer ball. There was nothing he could do. Once he fell to the ground again, she threw him around the building like a rag doll, several times over. Superman was bleeding. His suit was suddenly covered with blood in parts. He was on the ground, gasping for air and suddenly seemingly begging to live.
Suddenly, she stopped. Callisto rolled Superman over and got on top of him.
“Now, to show you my real power,” she said.
Callisto was not human, and she could do whatever she wanted. She grabbed Superman’s neck and kissed him again. This time, however, she was smothering him. After a three minute kiss, Superman was getting turned on. He came in his uniform and she came as well, all over him. Superman was covered in puss. She then stopped kissing him and put his face in her boobs and smothered him. Superman passed out from the lack of oxygen.
When he woke up the next morning, he was tied up. |