Superboy becomes Supertoy

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                Superboy opened the door of the Japanese Restaurant and, confidently, he came in. Taking his trademark pose, he scanned the room looking for traps. He only noticed that the large room was filled with geishas, dressed with kimonos, with her skins in white...and armed with guns and sabres. It was clear that his information about the Restaurant was truth; this place was a Yakuza´s nest. All the women were staring him with a look of hate in their eyes.

                "I am looking for Lady Sakura. I have came for her".-Superboy yelled proudly. But none of them answered them. They kept staring him. The silence was deafening and oppressive. "Well, then I will find it by my self!!!".-She declares, walking to the centre of the place, walking among those hostile, immobile henchwomen.

                Suddenly, a light bulb from the Karaoke scenario blinded him by a moment. "Oh, the Big Boy is looking for me!!!".-A feminine, young voice declares behind the light. Using his heat vision, Superboy melted the bulb, allowing seeing the identity of the woman.

                Well, she wasn't a woman exactly. She was an oriental attractive teenager. She was dressed with a black satin suit, black elbowed-length, leather goggles and black heeled, kneeled-length leather boots Somehow, her young breasts weren't hidden by it. Although Superboy was really impressed by her attractiveness, he was able to question her proudly. "Who are you? Where is Lady Sakura?"

                The teenager smiled with her fleshy lips.-"I am Lady Sakura, Superboy. I am the big boss of Kayuza´s clans in Metropolis.".-She declares with deep arrogance.-"I have won this title with 16 years-old. I am the first and youngest women that have got it.".- Then she put her small hands over her hips, pushing forward her small, perfect breasts.s.

                Superboy was surprised about that revelation. Surprised and excited. He had never expect that the queen of the Yakuza could be a simply teenager, an attractive teenager!!!, a dressed in such a way!!! She had fought against other attractive villainess before, but Lady Sakura, her impressive, naked physique, her voice, her stance....was turning on him. He felt, astonished, as his cock began to harden.

                "O.K., girl. Never mind. You are under arrest. Come with me".-Superboy yelled her, but his voice didn't seem so confident as before. He couldn't understand as this teenager could be the leader of the Yakuza. And worse, he felt really excited with her!!!, with a criminal!!!.-"O.K. Superboy, I surrender to you. I can't defeat you, super man...".-Sakura said with soft, seductive voice. Then, slowly, she approached to him.

                Superboy was astonished. The villainess had surrendered easily...and she had compared him with Superman!!!!. Defenceless to her attractiveness and flatteries, his package grew and grew under his briefs and his heart beat strong. The slender Sakura then put her hands over the swollen shoulders of the Boy of Steel, and she approached so close than her nipples grazed the massive pectorals of the young hero, her crotch grazed his swollen, throbbing, and hard-as-titanium package.

                A soft heave left his throat under such a contact. She then slid her hands along his muscular arms, keeping her demolish attack against the ego of Superboy, flattering his strength, his virility, his bravery...Sakura´s tricks had taken advantage of one of the weak points of him; being a super hero as Superman. She had filled her ego in such a way that the young boy of steel was paralyzed in pleasure, but his super rod was pumping wildly into his red pants, menacing to explode in an orgasm...

                Finally, Sakura, seizing the both sides of the head of the horny Superboy, stared his eyes with deep lustful and smiled him. Superboy smiled her too, feeling as his orgasm was close to take place. Sakura kissed passionately him. Charmed by the erotic villainess, Superboy, seizing her firms buttocks with his strong hands, pulled her to him hard. The Boy of Steel was horny as hell.

                But Sakura had played with him enough. The evil Japanese teenager had got a trick in her hat...or in her back. Gingerly, she leaded her hands behind her, taking the real gun against Superboy (although her physical attractive had worked really well, she thought). Untangling the 'special' strip that she held behind, hidden to the view of the young superhero, she put the strip over his broad back.

                Immediately, Superboy felt a sharp pain and a sudden weakness. "What?!?".-He said, trying to come back. But now, he was trapped between the strip and the villainess. His face turned in scare when he realized the evil grin on the face of Sakura. Taking advantage of him, the Japanese girl leaded her left knee with force against the excited balls and dick of him. Superboy, the Boy of Steel howled of pain.

                His legs trembled due to the heavy impact. The astonished Superboy leaded his hands to his aching genitals, trying to avoid a new devastating blow...but her plot was different. She surrounded his thick neck with the strip...and squeezed it firmly. A massive wave of weakness shook him, his muscular legs folded. Somehow, she held her hands over her head. Superboy was been hanged by the young Yakuza leader.

                Horrified, Superboy discovered the reason of his sudden weakness "Kryptonite.....the strip.....Kryptonit.......aaaarrrrggghhhh......". In fact, the leather strip had been processed with kryptonite dust, and it was glistering with an intense green. Desperate, he leaded his hands to the strip, trying to loosen it, he twisted wildly as a fish in a hook. But there was futile. Weakened by Kryptonite, struggled by the strip, Superboy was defenceless, at the mercy of that girl.

                                -"You are only a boy, a stupid, muscular boy. I have reached my status being relentless and merciless.".- She said with proud in her young voice.-"You, BOY, you can't seduce me. You aren't man enough for me. I have double-crossed you easily...and you have fallen on it as a child. Superboy??? Super-Stupid I say!!!".-Sakura added with deep scorn.

                                -"I....I....will....".-Superboy tried to talk, but he began to cough, choked by the strip, weakened by the kryptonite.

                Finally, his muscular arms slid flaccidly along his broad physique. His eyes rolled back, his face was a mask of agony. All his muscles relaxed in defeat. All geishas had seen as Sakura had defeated, and maybe killed Superboy, roared in jubilee, hailing her. But Superboy wasn't killed. Sakura wanted him alive...by the moment.

                Sakura lowered her arms, easing the pressure of the strip over his neck. Inert, Superboy fell down in knees, but eventually, the young superhero regained conscious...just in time to discover that Sakura had surrounded his broad chest and arms with her evil strip too. Superboy felt weak, as weak as he had never felt. His arms, legs, head....weighted as lead.

                Sakura was behind him and, enforcing a headlock with her left hand, she lifted him easily. "Well, my dear Superboy. Now, you will show me your super muscle in action".-She whispered ominously. Superboy, dizzy and confused, didn't understand her until he felt as her right hand was slid under his red pants. "No, no....you can't.....".-He protested in panic.

                But Superboy wasn't unable to avoid it. Sakura slowly slid her soft hand over his hard buttocks, looking for his balls. When she reached her targets, she caressed them slowly. Superboy tried to resist her erotic massage over his big balls, but he felt as his cock began to grow. "No, no, please, don't humbling me on this way, I........".

                Superboy never finished this sentence, because when Sakura realized that his cock was long enough she caressed his tip softly, only a simply graze...but Superboy exploded in a long moan of pleasure. "I bet I can make you a handjob in less than one minute....What do you think of that, Superboy?".-She whispered sarcastically. "No, .....no, ....... You.....will......never.......get.........that".-The Boy of Steel, answered her, trying to regain his proud.

                But his voice was filled in pleasure, he was heaving out of control. His cock grew and throbbed without control only with the simply graze of her fingers over his tip. To increasing his shame, Sakura slid down his pants to his knees. His large, thick, pumping rod and big balls popped out in all his splendour. Once she had made that, she seized his erected cock firmly with her soft hand. Superboy screeched of pleasure...and fear.

                                -"No, Sakura, no. I am a superhero. You can't make me this, please, please".-Superboy was begging mercy pathetically

                                -"No, Superboy. You aren't a superhero. You aren't a man. You aren't a boy. YOU ARE MY PRISONER, and I will make with you what I wanted".-Sakura answered mercilessly.

                Sakura then begin to slide her hand along his erected rod slowly, back and forth, enjoying of his futile attempts of Superboy to avoid his heaves and moans of pleasure, louder and louder every second she spent on her evil caress. Superboy felt as her nipples were becoming harder and harder, nailing them on his solid back. In seconds his rod reached its maximum size of 11 inches, pumping out of control. Superboy wasn't unable to control it... or himself.

                "Oh, What a tiny cock!!! I have expected something bigger...even in a child as you!!!" .-She jeered of him. But Superboy had already given up. He had closed his eyes and had opened his mouth in an obscene "O". He had understood that it was futile to resist to her. Sakura, the young Yakuza leader had defeated him. The pressure of his excitation over him became unbearable. He desired to cum, he desired to succumb to this ordeal, admit his defeat and humiliation....

                Sakura had won. She then increased the speed of her hands, with now was barely visible along his cock.... And finally, with a long howl of defeat and ease, his cock exploded in a massive orgasm. Superboy had succumbed to her...in 25 seconds!!!. His erected cock shot a dense stream of cum ten yards along the room many times during an eternal one minute. Superboy heaved with ease during that long minute, eased and shamed.

                All geishas clapped and screaming of jubilee when they realized that her leader had conquered the boy of steel so easily.-"What a disappointment!!! You have ejaculated in less than thirty seconds!!! You are pathetic!!!".-She jeered of him cruelly. Sakura then released her headlock. The defeated, spent Superboy fell down in knees heavily. Sobbing, ashamed, he tried to cover his genitals again...But Sakura stopped him.

                                -"What are you doing, S-lave?. My loyal geishas haven't enjoyed of you yet. It is their turn now!!!".-Sakura yelled with rejoices. "Come on, dear sisters. He is all your!!!".

                A horde of excited geishas rushed against him. Superboy waited for them in silence, shocked and ashamed by her defeat at the hands of a simply teenager. Soon, her 69 henchwomen were playing with the weakened, defeated Boy of Steel, tied with the evil K-Strip. During hours, the horny geishas played with him, making him blowjobs, handjobs... and many others perverse sexual practice. Superboy, the young superhero, was used as a dildo, or worse, during hours.

                The geishas, women and teenagers, pulled up from his throat moans and heaves of pleasure, one time and another. Unfailingly raped by one, two, three or more geishas at the same time, the steel will of Superboy collapsed. The only strong, hard thing on him was his rod. But, even his crock was exhausted without mercy. Infuriated, the horny, covered in sweat geishas claimed for more pleasure, but his rod was unable to become hard, despite of their frantically efforts.

                                -"Well, my dear geishas. It seems that our host is tired of your 'hospitality.' Time to rest.".-She said them.

                The geishas retired from him in silence. Then, Sakura grabbed the K-Strip and dragged the spent boy of steel to her private room. Once on it, she tied the K-Strip in a heavy ring of the concrete wall. With his muscular but weak arms over his head, all his mighty but useless muscles were clotheslined in his Spandex suit. Both teenagers were moaning loud; one of weak and the other of lust. Even Sakura, once her foe had been submitted, weren't invulnerable to the attractive of the muscular young of steel.

                Sakura stared him during a few seconds and finally, she got down in knees between his muscular, wide opened legs. "Please, no more, Sakura. You have defeated and conquered me. Please, no more...".-Superboy begged to her. But for the young Sakura, his defeat and humiliation weren't enough for her.

                She approached to him and she began to slide her exposed breasts along his muscular, rippling abdominals, while her hands began to work around his naked groins. Superboy felt as her hard-as-diamonds nipples slid up slow to his swollen pectorals. Sakura was purring of pleasure, Superboy was feeling her breath over him. Superboy tried to resist again...during a second. His futile attempt to resist her caresses where broken when she slid her left breast over her face.

                His exhausted dick resuscitated. Astonished, Superboy felt it as it was growing and hardening again...and he moaned again. Taking advantage of that, Sakura placed her breast into his wide opened mouth. She then opened the lower part of her suit, and grabbing his large cock again, she placed it into her vagina. Superboy´s eyes were wide opened in surprise.

                Then, Sakura pushed her pubis forward his own pubis wildly. Superboy tried to scream, but his mouth was filled with her warm, sweet breast. And worse, he felt as his hard, large cock was been sucking into her pussy...her vagina´s muscles were really strong and talented. Her heaves of pleasure became in moans of pleasure.

                Flattened and sucked in that way, Superboy felt an excitation that he had never felt, either at the hands of those 69 geishas, either of the hands of Sakura when she defeated him before...It was impossible that a teenager could resist such a wave of overwhelming pleasure. Even Superman would fall on it, submitted and defeated, Superboy thought, while his tongue was beginning to lick her hard nipple.

                Docile, Superboy collaborated in his own rape, thrusting weakly his own pubis against his oriental, young conqueress. But Sakura was the dominant force of the act. During half an hour, Sakura punished unfailingly his aching muscle with the muscles of her vagina. Even when the soaked in sweat and exhausted Superboy gave up his licks and thrusting, Sakura kept her rape over the young of steel. Her moans of pleasure became in roars of pleasure.

                And finally, Sakura, the Japanese teenager, pulled up an overwhelming orgasm of Superboy; despite of the long hours of torture at the hands and bodies of the 69 geishas, despite of the draining effect of the K-Strip. Releasing her breast of his mouth, Sakura heard with great rejoice the most deafening roar that she had never pulled up of male throat, a deafening roar of supreme pleasure and utter defeat, a roar that could be heard many blocks away.

                But Sakura wasn't tired at all, she wasn't soaked in sweat. On the other hands, her loyal geishas, that they had bee heard their screams, were still trapped in their own orgasm, plenty of proud of her leader. And Superboy, heaving and moaning close to her, covered in sweat, was totally finished.

                Sakura stood up. Superboy was totally finished, she could see that in his blurred blue eyes. But even then, Sakura wasn't finished with him.

                                -"You have disappointed me again, Superboy. I had expected much more of your large dick. Not a superhero, not a man, not a boy,....not a simply dildo. My screams were false, a trick. I have found pleasure breaking you, not fucking you. You are nothing, S-lave.".-She declared with scorn. "But don't worry about that. Tomorrow, my loyal geishas and I are going to repeat 'our hospitality' with you. And the day after tomorrow..... You will stay here as our special host during a long, long time. I swear you."

                Sakura then dressed his aching genitals and penis with his red pants, hitting then slightly. Superboy grunted in pain, close to unconscious after that ordeal, wondering how many times he would be able to resist to their relentless rapes. Trying to recover his broken will, Superboy began to whisper his name "I am Superboy, I am Superboy, I am Superboy...."

                While she was leaving her room, Sakura jeered of him again. "If you are a super-boy then I am a ordinary super-teenager.