Subject: Chapter 23
Short summary: The breeding program goes into its next stage and Clark can't do a thing to stop it...
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Chapter 23
When Gus brought his breakfast tray, Clark stood at the window and looked out onto the morning sky, back to his deadly alien routine. The soldiers at their duty stations in the outer room caused him some pain with the huge kryptonite amulets they wore. However, Clark thought he managed to hide it pretty well. The man set the tray down on the table as usual and was about to leave when Clark cleared his throat and spoke without turning around.
"Thanks for the pillow."
Gus's heart beat sped up. He was lying, Clark knew. "I don't know who left that here..."
Clark turned back to face the older man. Even though he had a feeling that it was Gus that had brought his pillow back to him, despite his denial, Clark played it like Gus apparently wanted it. "Well, if you ever find out who had left it here for me, please thank them. My mom's handiwork means a lot to me." Clark turned back to the window and tried to control his emotions. He didn't want to cry. "Especially now..."
Gus approached Clark and stood close behind him. "I'm glad that someone had the guts to bring you back your pillow. It shouldn't be collecting dust on some dark shelf in a government office..."
Clark looked back at Gus and said quietly. "Thanks, Gus."
The guard looked at Clark closely. His eyes darted over to the closest camera and back to Clark. He took a moment before he spoke. "You know, I was surprised how hard Lex fought to let you keep that... With what happened, I didn't expect it."
Clark didn't know how to respond to that, so he said nothing. He just turned back to face the sky.
"Was Kal right, Clark? Do you still love Lex?"
Clark shook his head and closed his eyes in pain. He could hear Lex's sharp intake of breath. He felt he couldn't confess his true feelings, torn between love and hate. Clark hoped the lie didn't touch his voice and glared at the closest camera. "I despise him."
Lex let out a deep sigh as Gus looked sympathetically at Clark. "I'm sorry a friend betrayed you like that, Clark. And I'm sorry about Celia and the baby and that you had to find out the way you did. But I am glad you found out... you deserved to know."
Clark nodded and the older man left. Clark sighed deeply and sat down to eat but found he didn't have much of an appetite. He picked at his food unenthusiastically and didn't take a bite. He tried to build up an appetite but it was no use. He gave up and went back to the window.
Clark stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He frowned at the bright morning sunshine silently until it was time to be taken downstairs.
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The men who had finally come for him were soldiers instead of the usual civilian guards. Clark wondered about that for about a second before he collapsed from the pain and weakness their huge amulets caused him.
The amulets were so big and caused Clark so much agony, that he was close to passing out by the time they'd made it to the bedroom down in the lower levels. Clark was surprised that the room had been drastically redecorated since the day before...
It was now equipped with rough wood furniture made with cast iron hardware; a décor that would be more suitable for a dungeon than for a secret lab deep in the south west. The colors were dark and the concrete floor was bare of the plush carpeting that had been there less than 24 hours before.
The bed was different than the one that had been in there the previous day. It was made from the kryptonian alloy and the mattress was covered in black leather. There were heavy kryptonian alloy restraints with a rough, medieval look at each corner of the four poster bed.
He struggled weakly in the strong grip of the soldiers but the men easily lifted Clark onto the bed and stripped him. The men locked him into the restraints and Clark was pulled into a spread eagle. There was absolutely no slack in the chains that attached the metal cuffs to the bed. He could barely move and the snug metal cuffs dug into his wrists and ankles.
The men left, giving Clark relief from the pain. Once his strength was back, Clark futilely tried to break free but all he did was tire himself.
Out of breath from his struggles, Clark roared in frustration and looked around. He could see where Colonel Preskin was going with the dungeon theme, but it couldn't work... He would just tell the girls what was going on... The thought of raping him would dissuade most; the disgust they'd feel when they found out Clark is an alien would make more unwilling; finding out that Celia nearly bled to death would certainly get rid of the rest. They'd have to be monsters if they'd still want to participate after knowing the facts; after finding out the risks...
Colonel Preskin entered and Clark's anger at being chained, helpless, made him shake. He spoke to him through clenched teeth. "This isn't going to work, Colonel... You're going through all this expense and trouble for nothing."
The older man just smiled at Clark and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't know about that..." He leaned forward and looked into Clark's eyes. "I'm pretty sure this will work..." He looked around the dungeon like room and smiled. "Most of the girls are even excited about it... It's just so... so kinky that you love bondage and getting chained up..." The man smiled smugly.
Clark was about to say something when the Colonel took a heavy black leather collar out of his pocket... Clark gasped with the pain. The collar had a piece of refined kryptonite embedded into it.
He could only look on with shock as the colonel held it up. "It's a shame that you won't be able to speak at all during your little trysts to correct the girls' misconceptions on your proclivities..."
Clark gasped, "No..."
Clark struggled again, even despite the pain and weakness, but it did no good... The colonel, probably worried about getting hurt, pulled out a remote. The grate opened in the ceiling and Clark was pushed to close to unconsciousness.
Barely able to move, Clark could do nothing as the Colonel easily wrapped the thick collar around his neck. It closed with a click, locking it onto his neck. With the kryptonite placed just above his voice box, he wouldn't be able to speak and that meant he wouldn't be able to tell the girls the truth... He looked up in complete misery at the Colonel.
"Yes, Mr. Kent. I am convinced that this plan will work. Even if it doesn't, we have all the time in the world to figure something out else that will..."
Clark had to suppress a groan to keep from adding to the pain he already felt. In agony and frustrated, he closed his eyes trying to think of something else he could do... Maybe he could scare the girls like Kal had done... Maybe that would work. Maybe he didn't need to speak... Clark remembered from the kryptonite exposure level testing they'd done of his abilities that his heat vision kept working long after his other abilities stopped... Perhaps something good will come out of the pain he's been through after all. Maybe he could still stop them...
He was surprised when he felt the Colonel press something over his eyes... He tried to turn away, but the colonel's hands were too strong. Close to unconsciousness and nauseous, resisting did him little good.
The colonel strapped on the blindfold and buckled it tight. Clark heard a faint click as the colonel locked the blindfold on. He moaned out of frustration, despite the pain it caused. As his body arched up against the pain, his arms and legs jerked hard against the restraints.
The pain lessened as the grate slid closed above him and Clark's strength returned somewhat. He opened his eyes underneath the blindfold and focused his x-ray vision, trying to see. He was surprised when his vision flared completely blue....
Clark tried to rub the blindfold against his shoulder, hoping to push it off or maybe break the strap. However, the blindfold was strapped on too tight. Clark grimaced and let out an exasperated sigh.
Colonel Preskin chuckled. "If you haven't already figured it out, the padded leather of the blindfold covers solid kryptonian alloy eye pieces. That metal has an extremely high melting point. I'm not sure you could cut through it even without the effects of the kryptonite in the collar, but I bet you won't even try out of fear of hurting the girls..." The colonel's weight shifted as he apparently leaned closer to Clark. "Am I right?"
Angry and frustrated, Clark yanked uselessly against the restraints holding him. He grimaced and turned his head away from the Colonel. That seemed to be enough of an answer for the Colonel as he chuckled again and stood. "That's what I thought."
The Colonel stood and walked out, leaving Clark alone. Unable to do anything to help dissuade the girls, Clark decided that he would try not to respond. Maybe with sheer effort of his will he could keep from getting aroused... Maybe with the Man he hadn't tried hard enough.
Clark tried, despite the pain from the kryptonite locked around his neck, to relax. He breathed deeply and heard the door open again.
He could hear soft footsteps of bare feet as someone entered. He could hear the soft sigh of silk rubbing against her skin and he could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. Hyper-aware of every sound and sensation, he was surprised at the gentle catch of her breath as she paused just inside the door. She had probably first caught sight of him.
Her heart was racing and her breath came in soft gasps... she was excited... The Colonel had been right. This girl at least seemed to like the lies she'd been told and was aroused with the idea of having sex with a chained man. Clark again pulled against the chains out of frustration.
She padded closer, her bare feet making soft sounds on the concrete floor. He heard the sound of her removing a belt, the soft zip of silk on silk as it went through the belt loops, and then he heard the soft sigh of her slippery satin robe hitting the floor.
She paused at the foot of the bed and Clark tried to stay calm. He needed to think of anything other than the sweet, musky smell of her desire. The erotic nature of his position, chained and at her mercy, was hard for him to ignore as he tried to quell his want.
"My name is Amanda." Her voice was soft and young sounding. She was probably his age; clearly too young to risk her life not knowing what was really at stake. It made Clark sad. He had to try really hard to not respond to her. Her life could be hanging in the balance.
She talked to him softly, her voice tenuous and unsure. "Uhm... I've never done anything quite like this before..." He tried to concentrate on breathing slowly and deeply as he felt the bed dip down a little when she climbed in. He could hear the smile in her voice as she continued. "But it's so hot you like being chained up and blindfolded, so I hope I do okay..."
Of course Clark couldn't reply and tell her that he was a prisoner and hated being chained and blindfolded...
She touched his leg, tentatively. "You're so tall..." She whispered, almost in awe. "... and have such a beautiful body..." She crawled up the bed and surprised Clark when she gently touched his lips. He gasped in surprise. "... and such luscious lips..." She kissed him, he didn't return the kiss, but he felt his need build despite himself. He turned his head away but she took that as invitation for her to nuzzle his neck.
Her fingers trailed down to his chest, as Clark tried hard to ignore it, but her soft, teasing touches felt so good... He needed to feel something good; there'd been so much torment. It was hard for a part of him to not enjoy her tender caresses... Impossible really, but he had to try...
He couldn't get up and walk away... He couldn't tell her to stop... He couldn't scare her away like Kal had done... He clenched his fists in impotent frustration as her surprisingly gentle lovemaking continued. He had to try harder to ignore how good she felt; how wonderful she smelled; how delicious she tasted...
He had to try harder.
Clark thought that counting down from 100 inside his head might help...
'One hundred, ninety-nine...' Her lips had found their way to his nipple. She sucked, making it harden as her fingers teased the other one erect. '...ninety-seven, ninety--- Wait, missed ninety-eight... ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety...'
Perhaps sensing disinterest, Amanda made a bolder move. Her fingers trailed down his chest and his trembling stomach to Clark's half hard cock. She lightly touched the curve of him, her touch by itself making it straighten and harden. Clark took a sharp intake of breath as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive tip...
He could hear her smile. "You like that..." She paused, as if searching for his name... "Uhm, Kal? Right? You like that, don't you?"
'...ninety-six...' Clark's chest heaved as tried to keep his mind off what she was doing. "...ninety-five, ninety-four...'
Her mouth moved down too, joining her fingers in teasing Clark into responding to her soft touches. She took him into her mouth; he couldn't help but respond to the moist heat, the feel of her tonguing the tip, the suction... He groaned, not thinking of the pain it would cause... His body arched against the pain, his long neck seizing with the assault of the kryptonite on his vocal chords... He had to fight to breathe when his throat constricted, his breath coming in gasps...
The girl let him go suddenly. She apparently thought she'd caused him pain... "I'm sorry, Kal... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you." Amanda crawled back up his body and tenderly pressed her lips against his cheek. She whispered soft apologies into his ear as Clark shook his head. He wanted her to understand, but there was nothing he could do to explain it...
Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes unseen as she held his head still and kissed him again. Her mouth covered his and her tongue pressed inside. She tasted of peppermint and cinnamon and something else that was probably uniquely Amanda...
Completely unaware of the violation she was committing she moaned into his mouth, apparently enjoying the kiss, as her fingers again moved down his body. She wrapped her tiny hand around him and stroked him gently into hardness.
She pulled away from the kiss, giving Clark a chance to catch his breath. Panting, Clark again turned his head away from her.
Clark tried to remember what number he'd last counted but his ability to concentrate was totally gone. He wanted to scream out his anger, but the agony the kryptonite promised kept him from it. In frustration, he just jerked against the chains instead. He panted from the exertion, pain and emotional turmoil, but dear clueless Amanda apparently mistook Clark's distress as coming from sexual frustration.
So she seemed to decide to just try harder. She nuzzled his neck and her fingers worked their way back down to his half hard cock.
He sighed deeply in frustration and grimaced.
Clark was just so tired...
He was tired of the pain and fighting when it got him no where and yet Amanda's kisses felt so good, as did her gentle caresses... He enjoyed the musky scent of her desire, he enjoyed the feel of her fingers on him, making him harder. It felt good when everything else in his life now hurt him so badly.
He wanted to give into his growing desire, but he knew what was at stake. He couldn't give in... Clark turned his face away again, and tried hard to not push up against her hand like he wanted to... like he needed to.
This tender and gentle rape that he couldn't even protest was its own kind of torment. The only pain came from the kryptonite in the collar locked around his neck... this wasn't excruciating like the Man's rapes had been; not at all.
Amanda didn't know her lover wasn't willing so her kisses and touches were soft, tender. He didn't want to give in to her gentle lovemaking but he was so tired and it felt so good. He felt ashamed that he felt pleasure, in spite of the rape.
Her loving caresses and tender touches were based on lies and false assumptions. His body was responding and soon, despite what he knew, all Clark could do was feel his want... What he wanted was more. More kisses, more soft touches, more pleasure making him forget the pain of the kryptonite locked around his neck. He soon lost conscious control of his body as his need overwhelmed him.
Unthinking, he leaned into her kisses - closing his eyes tighter underneath the blindfold, as his body just felt. His heightened senses amplified the sensations, making his cock rise; making him breathe harder.
His mouth parted and she took advantage and kissed him again, her tongue pushing in. It was a soft kiss; a tender and almost loving kiss.
Not even Celia had kissed him so tenderly. He returned the kiss just as softly, the tenderness so rare for him lately, he couldn't help but respond. Her heart was racing and the scent her musky desire filled the room, he could feel the wet evidence of her need from where she straddled him.
It was all too much... His desire had become overwhelming and he desperately needed release.
He pulled from the kiss and panted, his need rising to painful levels. Clark was close to coming and he needed to somehow tell her that but was voiceless... He could only pant and try to catch his breath.
Amanda must have sensed his distress, or perhaps her own want had risen too far, because her weight shifted. She held him gently as she guided him inside.
The moist, slippery heat and closeness was incredible... He groaned, despite the pain it caused him, as she slid down. He thrust against her, into her, and he could feel the muscles of her legs flex as she moved with him. Their rhythms matched and they moved like one; him and his rapist.
Clark could feel the muscles inside her squeeze him as her orgasm came hard, and she gasped with each hitch of her breath as she rode the climax. Her body's contractions pulled Clark's release from him. He came and pushed into her as he shuddered and groaned, despite the pain the kryptonite caused him because of it.
He came down from the high the orgasm had given him and barely registered the fact that she rolled off of him and laid next to him.
He slowly came back to his senses as his climax faded and the humiliation and shame of his body's betrayal finally hit home. Silent tears flowed down his flushed cheeks as he turned his face away from Amanda.
She sighed contentedly, completely unaware of Clark's distress.
Her voice sounded sleepy. "That was amazing..." She giggled. "I hope I don't get pregnant too soon... I want to keep doing this as long as I possibly can." She giggled again and her weight shifted. Amanda's hand reached up to touch Clark's face...
When her fingers touched his tears, she sounded very concerned. "Hey..." she rolled over onto her side and gently pulled his face toward her. "You okay?"
Clark just laid there.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Clark just shook his head and turned away again. She leaned back and made a small sympathetic sound and snuggled with Clark as well as she could. She rested her cheek on Clark's chest and wrapped an arm around his waist and draped a thigh over his. Her breathing deepened and slowed. She slept, but Clark didn't. Not at first... he was in some pain and sleep didn't come easily, even though he was tired.
He wondered why they were letting Amanda sleep instead of just bringing in the next mother-to-be... Too tired to even come up with possible reasons why, Clark listened.
The slow, steady beat of Lex's ever present heart beat combined with the small comfort of Amanda's warm body tangled with his, finally lulled Clark into sleep despite the pain.
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Chapter 23
When Gus brought his breakfast tray, Clark stood at the window and looked out onto the morning sky, back to his deadly alien routine. The soldiers at their duty stations in the outer room caused him some pain with the huge kryptonite amulets they wore. However, Clark thought he managed to hide it pretty well. The man set the tray down on the table as usual and was about to leave when Clark cleared his throat and spoke without turning around.
"Thanks for the pillow."
Gus's heart beat sped up. He was lying, Clark knew. "I don't know who left that here..."
Clark turned back to face the older man. Even though he had a feeling that it was Gus that had brought his pillow back to him, despite his denial, Clark played it like Gus apparently wanted it. "Well, if you ever find out who had left it here for me, please thank them. My mom's handiwork means a lot to me." Clark turned back to the window and tried to control his emotions. He didn't want to cry. "Especially now..."
Gus approached Clark and stood close behind him. "I'm glad that someone had the guts to bring you back your pillow. It shouldn't be collecting dust on some dark shelf in a government office..."
Clark looked back at Gus and said quietly. "Thanks, Gus."
The guard looked at Clark closely. His eyes darted over to the closest camera and back to Clark. He took a moment before he spoke. "You know, I was surprised how hard Lex fought to let you keep that... With what happened, I didn't expect it."
Clark didn't know how to respond to that, so he said nothing. He just turned back to face the sky.
"Was Kal right, Clark? Do you still love Lex?"
Clark shook his head and closed his eyes in pain. He could hear Lex's sharp intake of breath. He felt he couldn't confess his true feelings, torn between love and hate. Clark hoped the lie didn't touch his voice and glared at the closest camera. "I despise him."
Lex let out a deep sigh as Gus looked sympathetically at Clark. "I'm sorry a friend betrayed you like that, Clark. And I'm sorry about Celia and the baby and that you had to find out the way you did. But I am glad you found out... you deserved to know."
Clark nodded and the older man left. Clark sighed deeply and sat down to eat but found he didn't have much of an appetite. He picked at his food unenthusiastically and didn't take a bite. He tried to build up an appetite but it was no use. He gave up and went back to the window.
Clark stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He frowned at the bright morning sunshine silently until it was time to be taken downstairs.
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The men who had finally come for him were soldiers instead of the usual civilian guards. Clark wondered about that for about a second before he collapsed from the pain and weakness their huge amulets caused him.
The amulets were so big and caused Clark so much agony, that he was close to passing out by the time they'd made it to the bedroom down in the lower levels. Clark was surprised that the room had been drastically redecorated since the day before...
It was now equipped with rough wood furniture made with cast iron hardware; a décor that would be more suitable for a dungeon than for a secret lab deep in the south west. The colors were dark and the concrete floor was bare of the plush carpeting that had been there less than 24 hours before.
The bed was different than the one that had been in there the previous day. It was made from the kryptonian alloy and the mattress was covered in black leather. There were heavy kryptonian alloy restraints with a rough, medieval look at each corner of the four poster bed.
He struggled weakly in the strong grip of the soldiers but the men easily lifted Clark onto the bed and stripped him. The men locked him into the restraints and Clark was pulled into a spread eagle. There was absolutely no slack in the chains that attached the metal cuffs to the bed. He could barely move and the snug metal cuffs dug into his wrists and ankles.
The men left, giving Clark relief from the pain. Once his strength was back, Clark futilely tried to break free but all he did was tire himself.
Out of breath from his struggles, Clark roared in frustration and looked around. He could see where Colonel Preskin was going with the dungeon theme, but it couldn't work... He would just tell the girls what was going on... The thought of raping him would dissuade most; the disgust they'd feel when they found out Clark is an alien would make more unwilling; finding out that Celia nearly bled to death would certainly get rid of the rest. They'd have to be monsters if they'd still want to participate after knowing the facts; after finding out the risks...
Colonel Preskin entered and Clark's anger at being chained, helpless, made him shake. He spoke to him through clenched teeth. "This isn't going to work, Colonel... You're going through all this expense and trouble for nothing."
The older man just smiled at Clark and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't know about that..." He leaned forward and looked into Clark's eyes. "I'm pretty sure this will work..." He looked around the dungeon like room and smiled. "Most of the girls are even excited about it... It's just so... so kinky that you love bondage and getting chained up..." The man smiled smugly.
Clark was about to say something when the Colonel took a heavy black leather collar out of his pocket... Clark gasped with the pain. The collar had a piece of refined kryptonite embedded into it.
He could only look on with shock as the colonel held it up. "It's a shame that you won't be able to speak at all during your little trysts to correct the girls' misconceptions on your proclivities..."
Clark gasped, "No..."
Clark struggled again, even despite the pain and weakness, but it did no good... The colonel, probably worried about getting hurt, pulled out a remote. The grate opened in the ceiling and Clark was pushed to close to unconsciousness.
Barely able to move, Clark could do nothing as the Colonel easily wrapped the thick collar around his neck. It closed with a click, locking it onto his neck. With the kryptonite placed just above his voice box, he wouldn't be able to speak and that meant he wouldn't be able to tell the girls the truth... He looked up in complete misery at the Colonel.
"Yes, Mr. Kent. I am convinced that this plan will work. Even if it doesn't, we have all the time in the world to figure something out else that will..."
Clark had to suppress a groan to keep from adding to the pain he already felt. In agony and frustrated, he closed his eyes trying to think of something else he could do... Maybe he could scare the girls like Kal had done... Maybe that would work. Maybe he didn't need to speak... Clark remembered from the kryptonite exposure level testing they'd done of his abilities that his heat vision kept working long after his other abilities stopped... Perhaps something good will come out of the pain he's been through after all. Maybe he could still stop them...
He was surprised when he felt the Colonel press something over his eyes... He tried to turn away, but the colonel's hands were too strong. Close to unconsciousness and nauseous, resisting did him little good.
The colonel strapped on the blindfold and buckled it tight. Clark heard a faint click as the colonel locked the blindfold on. He moaned out of frustration, despite the pain it caused. As his body arched up against the pain, his arms and legs jerked hard against the restraints.
The pain lessened as the grate slid closed above him and Clark's strength returned somewhat. He opened his eyes underneath the blindfold and focused his x-ray vision, trying to see. He was surprised when his vision flared completely blue....
Clark tried to rub the blindfold against his shoulder, hoping to push it off or maybe break the strap. However, the blindfold was strapped on too tight. Clark grimaced and let out an exasperated sigh.
Colonel Preskin chuckled. "If you haven't already figured it out, the padded leather of the blindfold covers solid kryptonian alloy eye pieces. That metal has an extremely high melting point. I'm not sure you could cut through it even without the effects of the kryptonite in the collar, but I bet you won't even try out of fear of hurting the girls..." The colonel's weight shifted as he apparently leaned closer to Clark. "Am I right?"
Angry and frustrated, Clark yanked uselessly against the restraints holding him. He grimaced and turned his head away from the Colonel. That seemed to be enough of an answer for the Colonel as he chuckled again and stood. "That's what I thought."
The Colonel stood and walked out, leaving Clark alone. Unable to do anything to help dissuade the girls, Clark decided that he would try not to respond. Maybe with sheer effort of his will he could keep from getting aroused... Maybe with the Man he hadn't tried hard enough.
Clark tried, despite the pain from the kryptonite locked around his neck, to relax. He breathed deeply and heard the door open again.
He could hear soft footsteps of bare feet as someone entered. He could hear the soft sigh of silk rubbing against her skin and he could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. Hyper-aware of every sound and sensation, he was surprised at the gentle catch of her breath as she paused just inside the door. She had probably first caught sight of him.
Her heart was racing and her breath came in soft gasps... she was excited... The Colonel had been right. This girl at least seemed to like the lies she'd been told and was aroused with the idea of having sex with a chained man. Clark again pulled against the chains out of frustration.
She padded closer, her bare feet making soft sounds on the concrete floor. He heard the sound of her removing a belt, the soft zip of silk on silk as it went through the belt loops, and then he heard the soft sigh of her slippery satin robe hitting the floor.
She paused at the foot of the bed and Clark tried to stay calm. He needed to think of anything other than the sweet, musky smell of her desire. The erotic nature of his position, chained and at her mercy, was hard for him to ignore as he tried to quell his want.
"My name is Amanda." Her voice was soft and young sounding. She was probably his age; clearly too young to risk her life not knowing what was really at stake. It made Clark sad. He had to try really hard to not respond to her. Her life could be hanging in the balance.
She talked to him softly, her voice tenuous and unsure. "Uhm... I've never done anything quite like this before..." He tried to concentrate on breathing slowly and deeply as he felt the bed dip down a little when she climbed in. He could hear the smile in her voice as she continued. "But it's so hot you like being chained up and blindfolded, so I hope I do okay..."
Of course Clark couldn't reply and tell her that he was a prisoner and hated being chained and blindfolded...
She touched his leg, tentatively. "You're so tall..." She whispered, almost in awe. "... and have such a beautiful body..." She crawled up the bed and surprised Clark when she gently touched his lips. He gasped in surprise. "... and such luscious lips..." She kissed him, he didn't return the kiss, but he felt his need build despite himself. He turned his head away but she took that as invitation for her to nuzzle his neck.
Her fingers trailed down to his chest, as Clark tried hard to ignore it, but her soft, teasing touches felt so good... He needed to feel something good; there'd been so much torment. It was hard for a part of him to not enjoy her tender caresses... Impossible really, but he had to try...
He couldn't get up and walk away... He couldn't tell her to stop... He couldn't scare her away like Kal had done... He clenched his fists in impotent frustration as her surprisingly gentle lovemaking continued. He had to try harder to ignore how good she felt; how wonderful she smelled; how delicious she tasted...
He had to try harder.
Clark thought that counting down from 100 inside his head might help...
'One hundred, ninety-nine...' Her lips had found their way to his nipple. She sucked, making it harden as her fingers teased the other one erect. '...ninety-seven, ninety--- Wait, missed ninety-eight... ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety...'
Perhaps sensing disinterest, Amanda made a bolder move. Her fingers trailed down his chest and his trembling stomach to Clark's half hard cock. She lightly touched the curve of him, her touch by itself making it straighten and harden. Clark took a sharp intake of breath as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive tip...
He could hear her smile. "You like that..." She paused, as if searching for his name... "Uhm, Kal? Right? You like that, don't you?"
'...ninety-six...' Clark's chest heaved as tried to keep his mind off what she was doing. "...ninety-five, ninety-four...'
Her mouth moved down too, joining her fingers in teasing Clark into responding to her soft touches. She took him into her mouth; he couldn't help but respond to the moist heat, the feel of her tonguing the tip, the suction... He groaned, not thinking of the pain it would cause... His body arched against the pain, his long neck seizing with the assault of the kryptonite on his vocal chords... He had to fight to breathe when his throat constricted, his breath coming in gasps...
The girl let him go suddenly. She apparently thought she'd caused him pain... "I'm sorry, Kal... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you." Amanda crawled back up his body and tenderly pressed her lips against his cheek. She whispered soft apologies into his ear as Clark shook his head. He wanted her to understand, but there was nothing he could do to explain it...
Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes unseen as she held his head still and kissed him again. Her mouth covered his and her tongue pressed inside. She tasted of peppermint and cinnamon and something else that was probably uniquely Amanda...
Completely unaware of the violation she was committing she moaned into his mouth, apparently enjoying the kiss, as her fingers again moved down his body. She wrapped her tiny hand around him and stroked him gently into hardness.
She pulled away from the kiss, giving Clark a chance to catch his breath. Panting, Clark again turned his head away from her.
Clark tried to remember what number he'd last counted but his ability to concentrate was totally gone. He wanted to scream out his anger, but the agony the kryptonite promised kept him from it. In frustration, he just jerked against the chains instead. He panted from the exertion, pain and emotional turmoil, but dear clueless Amanda apparently mistook Clark's distress as coming from sexual frustration.
So she seemed to decide to just try harder. She nuzzled his neck and her fingers worked their way back down to his half hard cock.
He sighed deeply in frustration and grimaced.
Clark was just so tired...
He was tired of the pain and fighting when it got him no where and yet Amanda's kisses felt so good, as did her gentle caresses... He enjoyed the musky scent of her desire, he enjoyed the feel of her fingers on him, making him harder. It felt good when everything else in his life now hurt him so badly.
He wanted to give into his growing desire, but he knew what was at stake. He couldn't give in... Clark turned his face away again, and tried hard to not push up against her hand like he wanted to... like he needed to.
This tender and gentle rape that he couldn't even protest was its own kind of torment. The only pain came from the kryptonite in the collar locked around his neck... this wasn't excruciating like the Man's rapes had been; not at all.
Amanda didn't know her lover wasn't willing so her kisses and touches were soft, tender. He didn't want to give in to her gentle lovemaking but he was so tired and it felt so good. He felt ashamed that he felt pleasure, in spite of the rape.
Her loving caresses and tender touches were based on lies and false assumptions. His body was responding and soon, despite what he knew, all Clark could do was feel his want... What he wanted was more. More kisses, more soft touches, more pleasure making him forget the pain of the kryptonite locked around his neck. He soon lost conscious control of his body as his need overwhelmed him.
Unthinking, he leaned into her kisses - closing his eyes tighter underneath the blindfold, as his body just felt. His heightened senses amplified the sensations, making his cock rise; making him breathe harder.
His mouth parted and she took advantage and kissed him again, her tongue pushing in. It was a soft kiss; a tender and almost loving kiss.
Not even Celia had kissed him so tenderly. He returned the kiss just as softly, the tenderness so rare for him lately, he couldn't help but respond. Her heart was racing and the scent her musky desire filled the room, he could feel the wet evidence of her need from where she straddled him.
It was all too much... His desire had become overwhelming and he desperately needed release.
He pulled from the kiss and panted, his need rising to painful levels. Clark was close to coming and he needed to somehow tell her that but was voiceless... He could only pant and try to catch his breath.
Amanda must have sensed his distress, or perhaps her own want had risen too far, because her weight shifted. She held him gently as she guided him inside.
The moist, slippery heat and closeness was incredible... He groaned, despite the pain it caused him, as she slid down. He thrust against her, into her, and he could feel the muscles of her legs flex as she moved with him. Their rhythms matched and they moved like one; him and his rapist.
Clark could feel the muscles inside her squeeze him as her orgasm came hard, and she gasped with each hitch of her breath as she rode the climax. Her body's contractions pulled Clark's release from him. He came and pushed into her as he shuddered and groaned, despite the pain the kryptonite caused him because of it.
He came down from the high the orgasm had given him and barely registered the fact that she rolled off of him and laid next to him.
He slowly came back to his senses as his climax faded and the humiliation and shame of his body's betrayal finally hit home. Silent tears flowed down his flushed cheeks as he turned his face away from Amanda.
She sighed contentedly, completely unaware of Clark's distress.
Her voice sounded sleepy. "That was amazing..." She giggled. "I hope I don't get pregnant too soon... I want to keep doing this as long as I possibly can." She giggled again and her weight shifted. Amanda's hand reached up to touch Clark's face...
When her fingers touched his tears, she sounded very concerned. "Hey..." she rolled over onto her side and gently pulled his face toward her. "You okay?"
Clark just laid there.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Clark just shook his head and turned away again. She leaned back and made a small sympathetic sound and snuggled with Clark as well as she could. She rested her cheek on Clark's chest and wrapped an arm around his waist and draped a thigh over his. Her breathing deepened and slowed. She slept, but Clark didn't. Not at first... he was in some pain and sleep didn't come easily, even though he was tired.
He wondered why they were letting Amanda sleep instead of just bringing in the next mother-to-be... Too tired to even come up with possible reasons why, Clark listened.
The slow, steady beat of Lex's ever present heart beat combined with the small comfort of Amanda's warm body tangled with his, finally lulled Clark into sleep despite the pain.
Continued here....