Subject: Chapter 26
Short summary: Lana comes to the lab and helps Clark in an unexpected way...
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Chapter 26
Lana hugged Clark tight as she could and whispered desperately into his ear. "Clark... God, he said what it'd be like but this? Oh, Clark..."
Clark was confused, how was Lana here? Was she that desperate for money?
Lana made a sympathetic sound and hugged him more tightly. Her voice was thick with emotion. "No one knew what happened... where you'd gone..." One of her hands gently cupped his cheek as she pulled him to face her. Clark heard the tear rolling down her cheek before he felt it fall onto his face. "I had no idea..." She pressed her quivering lips against his cheek and hugged him again. She sounded like she was barely holding back sobs; her voice was thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I'm just going to cause you more pain.... I'm sorry, but it's the only way..."
Clark wanted to ask her what she was doing here, what she meant, but was frustrated that he couldn't. She kissed his cheek again and sat up and he heard her open up the silk robe she wore.
He tried to tell her to stop, he didn't want Lana to die, but all he could get out was a croak before his throat started to seize up on him. His breath came in ragged gasps as she spoke to him in a frantic whisper.
"Ssshhhh, Clark.... Don't speak. I know it hurts..."
Clark was confused, how did Lana know that? He had never told her his secret much less tell her how kryptonite affected him. Something was going on that he didn't understand but he couldn't ask her so he did the only thing he could. He struggled against the restraints as he shook his head. The pain from his throat and his ass spiked and he had to stifle a groan....
Lana shushed him again as she whispered quietly and insistently into his ear.
"Clark... I know you're confused but trust me... just act normally..." She shifted her weight and draped a leg across his waist. Clark could feel her bare body underneath the robe. Despite the pain he was in, her naked body on his, combined with the stimulus of the sex toy still inside him, was all he needed for his need to rise. He felt a blush cover his body as his cock stiffened further and straightened.
Lying on top of him, her head still next to his, she was breathing hard and was doing something with her free hand.... Clark didn't understand what she was doing, she seemed to be fumbling with her robe, but she kept her head down so that her hair covered the lower part of his face and neck.
She whispered softly into his ear again. "...have to be careful... They're watching..." He felt her pull something out of the pocket of her robe. Lana brought something that felt like a belt up in between their bodies to his neck, apparently hiding it from the eyes that were watching.
He gasped when he felt her try to close a collar around his neck... Maybe he was too tired and in too much pain, but he couldn't figure out what she was doing. Why was she going to put another collar on him?
She struggled for a minute before she could lock it around Clark's neck. Her acting like she was still hugging him didn't make that easier, but she managed to get it on him. It was noticeably looser than the other collar still locked around his neck.
Exasperated, she whispered almost to herself... "Damn... You've lost weight... doesn't fit..." He felt her hands feel for the lock on the original collar but she paused.
Lana spoke in an urgent whisper into his ear. "Clark, when I take this other one off, you have got to stay quiet... they can't know this one's fake..."
Clark blinked underneath the blindfold.
She was there to release him...
Clark hoped that whatever she was planning had a prayer of working as she struggled to put the key into the kryptonite collar. She turned the key and it popped free, but when she brought the collar in between their bodies to hide it from the cameras, the stone touched his skin. He barely suppressed a cry of pain. His breathing hitched as he tried to deal with the sudden agony. However, moments later she'd apparently put the collar into something made of lead because he no longer felt the effects.
Clark sighed in relief as the pain faded and his strength returned. He waited for her to unlock the cuffs, but she didn't. He shook his head and started to ask her what she was waiting for but she silenced him with a kiss.
Her hand moved down Clark's body to caress his stomach. The toy inside him was no longer painful, but it still stimulated him. He groaned softly with the desire that had only increased as the pain faded.
He whispered so softly he wasn't sure Lana heard him. "Uncuff me..."
Lana kissed him again, his need rising in response, as she let her mouth find its way back to his ear. "I can't..."
Clark startled and had to fight to keep his voice to a whisper. "Why not?"
Lana shushed him again and her hands gently pressed against his chest, her mouth next to his ear. She spoke quietly. "Too risky... you'll need to wait 'til you're upstairs..."
He started to speak again, but Lana silenced him with a fierce kiss to his lips... Unthinking, Clark desperately returned the kiss but she pulled back and again spoke softly, yet urgently. "Don't speak... The mikes... can't risk it... I'm sorry I have to do this to you... after everything..." She kissed him again tentatively; cautiously. Clark was confused what she was doing...
She paused... Clark couldn't see her, but he could hear her heart racing faster than he'd ever heard it race before. A tear dropped from her face onto Clark's. He was confused... was she that upset at his condition? Why wouldn't she stop crying? She was trembling...
She hugged him again and whispered desperately into his ear. "I'm sorry to do this, Clark..." Her voice broke. She was on the verge of sobbing. "You've been through so much..."
Now that the pain and weakening effects of the kryptonite were gone, all of his senses became heightened. He licked his lips where she had kissed him and the lingering taste of her combined with the feel of her trembling body on top of his and the sound of her heartbeat. It overwhelmed him. Still confused of what she was doing, yet incapable of touching or seeing her, Clark's frustration rose along with his need...
He pulled against the restraints that held him and barely suppressed a moan as he was hyperaware of her body lying on top of his, her body was soft and fragrant. His chest heaved as she whispered in his ear so softly he had to use his enhanced hearing to listen... "I have to act like them... I don't want to cause you more pain, but I have to..." She couldn't suppress a single sob. "...have to be the same..."
Clark gasped softly. His mind was reeling... He tried to understand what it was that she was doing. His breath was coming in gasps as he tried to reconcile his rising desire with what it all meant.
She again whispered, "Sorry, it's the only way..."
He listened to her still racing heart and realized suddenly that Lana was scared. She wasn't trembling with the upset at seeing him like this; she was trembling out of fear... Clark realized that she was in an incredible amount of danger. Given the people that had him and the huge stakes, Lana was risking her life to help him escape...
He didn't completely understand why she had to be just like the other girls, why she couldn't immediately release him now that she was here, but he wanted to reassure her in some way. He wanted to give her permission for her to do whatever she must do... He couldn't speak and couldn't embrace her so he did the only thing left to him. Clark kissed her.
It was a loving and gentle kiss on her cheek, but she sighed softly and chastely returned the kiss. She gently caressed his cheek and her heart rate steadied and her body stopped trembling. She kissed him harder, more desperately, her hair covering his face and neck. Clark opened his mouth, welcoming her mouth and tongue.
Although their relationship hadn't worked out, Clark still loved Lana... The familiar feel of her mouth, lips and tongue was comforting. His ever present fear faded in her scent and taste. Despite the restraints and blindfold, or maybe because of the frustration caused by them, his desire rose. Her sweet taste and soft touches felt good. For once, Clark felt no shame in his rising need.
He breathed in sharply, breathing in her scent, her breath warm on his face as their tongues twisted together. She pulled out of the kiss, out of breath as her need rose in spite of the deception she was apparently trying to pull off, or maybe because of it.
Clark's gasped as his need built. His world became the taste of her mouth, the feel of her hands, and the scent of her desire.... Desperate to ease his nearly unbearable need and his overwhelming desire, Clark encouraged her with his tongue and lips, giving her permission to make love to him.
This wasn't a rape... He wanted her. He needed the comfort and desperately needed to lose himself in pleasure that was completely free of pain for once... It'd been so long...
She nuzzled his neck as his chest heaved. She whispered, sounding worried. "Clark? Are you okay?"
No, he wasn't okay... he'd never be okay as long as he stayed there but that's not what she meant. He was okay with her making love to him so he nodded. He wished he could see her, but he kissed her again and she urgently returned the kiss.
One of her hands drifted down to his body, caressing his body gently, her light touch tingled and set him on fire. His need had become unbearable and he pulled against the restraints fruitlessly as she pulled out of the kiss and his chest heaved. Her mouth moved to his chin and jaw. He pushed his head back, offering up his neck to her lips and tongue. She followed his lead and kissed a line down his neck to the hollow at the base of his neck.
Lana moved down his body and he felt her soft moist folds move against his hardness as she pressed into him... He suppressed a groan as he rubbed up against her. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, making it harden as her fingers teased the other one. He arched his back up against her as his want of her became all... He desperately needed release.
She must have sensed his need. Her weight shifted and she held him gently as she guided him in. The gentle tensing of her muscles as she grasped him from inside and the warm, slippery heat of her felt amazing... He was close as they moved together, her body joining with his in an ever increasing rhythm.
She came first, her breath hitching as her body climaxed and the muscular contractions inside her pulled a powerful orgasm from him. As his body shuddered with his release, she came again with a cry....
Clark was overwhelmed and barely registered it when Lana collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in gasps. He relaxed into the bed and felt limp and suddenly exhausted, but he resisted the powerful urge to sleep. He didn't want to miss a moment with her...
She pulled herself up Clark's body, easing him out of her, and lay next to him with her head on his shoulder. Her mouth was near his ear as she whispered very quietly as Clark listened intently.
"Clark, I need to be careful to not arouse suspicion so please don't ask questions." She gently caressed his cheek as she talked so softly, Clark hoped the mikes wouldn't pick it up. "After I leave, wait until they take you to the room your cell is in.... You'll have to jump through the window... try to go as far as you can..."
Clark's mind was reeling... Jump from up there? What about Lana? Her life was in danger... He started to ask her how she was going to get out when she silenced him with a touch of her finger tips. "Please don't speak, Clark... I know what you're going to say. I'll be okay... Just jump as soon as you get upstairs... You can survive the fall as long as there's no kryptonite, right?"
Clark nodded. He had survived longer falls before. Even a ten story building wouldn't be a problem. His mind raced.... there had to be a way to get her out. His chest heaved with the turmoil.
He worried about her safety, if he had to wait until he got upstairs to leave how would he be able to help her get out too? Colonel Preskin would no doubt figure out how a fake collar got on Clark... Her giving her life even to save him wasn't something he was willing to risk.
He shook his head, and started to speak again. She put fingers up to silence him and whispered softly in his ear. "No, Clark... Don't worry about me... My contact's made arrangements... This is the only way... You have to jump..." She softly sighed and gently brushed the hair from his forehead. "Do you normally sleep after?"
He didn't want to sleep, but he knew it wouldn't take much to let him slumber. He was so tired. Sad he had no choice about it, Clark nodded.
Lana nestled down against his body, her cheek pressed to his chest an arm draped across his stomach. She spoke quietly. "Sleep then..." She snuggled closer and her breath started to slow. She was going to sleep.
Clark wished he could see her or hug her but he had to be content with just feeling the warmth of her body lying next to his. Sleep wasn't welcome, but it came nonetheless...
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Clark woke when he felt the kryptonite grate opening above the bed. He realized right away that Lana was gone, taken to wherever they take the girls once they're done. He barely suppressed a groan. It was a good thing that he had gotten so used to suffering in silence. Any sound would have let them know the collar he wore now was a fake.
The soldier that always takes the samples and then removes the sex toy climbed into bed with Clark. He quickly did his job and was about to check the collar. Clark panicked and barely remained still.
Every time they moved him, they checked the collar for the distinctive glow of kryptonite... After Celia had substituted fake amulets, they were very careful and always made sure the kryptonite used around him glowed. How could the collar pass if it was a fake? Clark tensed as the man checked the collar. He couldn't believe it, but the man moved right on to unlocking the restraints. The collar must look real...
He didn't let himself relax, he had to act as if the rock was real. His breath came in gasps just from the tension and the pain from the ceiling grate, so that helped Clark's deception. He slowly rolled over onto his side as usual and pulled on the shorts the man gave him. The men whose job it was to take him back upstairs pulled him up by his arms and he let them. Despite the ceiling grate closing and restoring his strength, he sagged in their arms, acting as if his strength was nearly gone.
It seemed like it took eons for the men to drag Clark to the elevator. His heart was racing with the fear that the plan would fail at some point. His fate had become this, being their breeding machine... How could any plan to help him escape succeed?
The ride up in the elevator took an eternity before they dragged him into the hallway that would take him toward the room that held his enclosure... It was all Clark could do to remain slack in the hands of his captors. His strength was back, he could easily get away and break the blindfold...
He was in torment as time seemed to stretch and the relatively short trip down the hallway seemed to take several forevers. Clark had to be strong and wait until they got him to the room his cell was in. Lana had said it was important to wait, so he had to trust her...
Finally, he heard the doors open as they reached the room his glass paneled cage was in. He moved into his speed and he extended his senses out as time slowed. The normal sounds met his ears and he took the opportunity to shrug out of the grips of the men holding his arms. He reached up and easily snapped the leather strap that held the blindfold to his head. The world had slowed once he'd reached speed and the men fell away from him in slow motion. He snapped the leather collar from his neck and looked at the glowing green gem that looked real but wasn't.... Inside the green glass gem was a light, which he crushed in his hand as he looked over into his enclosure.
Colonel Preskin stood there with a shocked look on his face and the glow of the kryptonite from the ceiling grate turned his skin green. Ironically, the walls and closed door of enclosure protected Clark. He grimaced when he saw his pillow sitting on the bed. He hesitated and his perception slowed to normal, Clark was upset that would have to leave it behind, but that momentary pause nearly cost him. Back in normal speed, Clark could hear the Colonel yelling.
"Open the door... Open the damn door!" He was pounding on it but it didn't open.
A voice called from the intercom. "I can't, sir... The button seems to be stuck." Surprised by that, since the door had never stuck before, Clark looked around. The two soldiers that had been holding him merely sat on the floor looking up at him.
The colonel next yelled at the men in the room. "Shoot him... you men must stop him!"
However, they didn't pull their weapons out but the younger man mouthed, GO.
Clark's eyes went back to the colonel who, livid that the door still didn't open, resorted to pulling out his pistol. Sadly, Clark took one last look at the pillow that sat on the bed and sped for the window. He leapt up and easily broke the glass as he plowed through it.
As the glass shattered around him, sparkling in the early morning sunlight, Clark's heart soared as he breathed in fresh air for the first time since he was captured. As he started to fall to the pavement of the parking lot below him, his chest tightened. The black top twinkled green in the sunshine.
It had been made with kryptonite!
That was why Lana had said he shouldn't run... The only hope he had was jumping far enough out to be free of the trap of the parking lot, but it was clear that he hadn't.
As his body continued its arc down toward the pavement all Clark could think of was it had been no use. Lana had risked her life for nothing...
Lex's prison was truly inescapable and even back when Celia had helped him, he wouldn't have made it even if he had managed to get outside. The kryptonite laden black top would have downed him as soon as he stepped outside.
Clark closed his eyes as he dreaded feeling his kryptonite weakened body smashing upon contact with the pavement. His stomach lurched and he felt lightheaded as an odd detachment came over him. Dying would just be the final leg of the journey into Hell that they had made for him. Certainly, the devil waiting for him there would look like Lex Luthor.
Clark turned his body up toward the sun, he wanted to feel its warmth on his body for as long as possible, and then he was surprised by something... it was taking a very long time for him to complete his fall. He opened his eyes and looked around.
He wasn't moving. He looked down.
Clark was hovering about 30 feet above the blacktop, just short of feeling the effects of the kryptonite that had been added to the pavement. He twisted in the air and looked back at the hole he'd broken in the large window on the top floor of the building... Colonel Preskin and the soldiers all looked at him with expressions ranging from amusement to awe to fury.
The Colonel's face was turning a bright shade of red, he was so angry. He slowly lifted his sidearm and carefully aimed....
Clark grimaced and, with lurch of his stomach and a sheer effort of will, his body went higher. He turned and moved further away from his prison. At first he wobbled slightly in the air and moved slowly, which worried him. He wasn't sure if he could out fly the bullet when the colonel finally pulled the trigger. Clark heard the report of the weapon and his chest felt tight and then he felt it... He knew...
It was like a light went off inside his head.
It was so easy... Why hadn't he tried this before?
Simply from the force of his will, he felt the air move around him as he propelled himself forward. He moved faster and didn't look back as he shot away but he could hear the bullet as it approached him, so Clark willed himself to fly faster. He started to pull away from the bullet and then he was beyond its trajectory. He smiled in a grim satisfaction as he heard the first bullet, and the others that followed it, all harmlessly hit the desert floor far behind him.
The satisfaction was short lived as he heard, despite not even trying, Colonel Preskin yelling at someone over the phone...
The only words that registered were "Get your asses to the Kent Farm now!"
He went higher and higher and faster and faster, finally free, but his chest was tight.
Clark clearly didn't have much time. His speed picked up and the sonic boom he created rocked the ground below. He got up high enough to see Kansas far in the distance and headed home.
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Chapter 26
Lana hugged Clark tight as she could and whispered desperately into his ear. "Clark... God, he said what it'd be like but this? Oh, Clark..."
Clark was confused, how was Lana here? Was she that desperate for money?
Lana made a sympathetic sound and hugged him more tightly. Her voice was thick with emotion. "No one knew what happened... where you'd gone..." One of her hands gently cupped his cheek as she pulled him to face her. Clark heard the tear rolling down her cheek before he felt it fall onto his face. "I had no idea..." She pressed her quivering lips against his cheek and hugged him again. She sounded like she was barely holding back sobs; her voice was thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I'm just going to cause you more pain.... I'm sorry, but it's the only way..."
Clark wanted to ask her what she was doing here, what she meant, but was frustrated that he couldn't. She kissed his cheek again and sat up and he heard her open up the silk robe she wore.
He tried to tell her to stop, he didn't want Lana to die, but all he could get out was a croak before his throat started to seize up on him. His breath came in ragged gasps as she spoke to him in a frantic whisper.
"Ssshhhh, Clark.... Don't speak. I know it hurts..."
Clark was confused, how did Lana know that? He had never told her his secret much less tell her how kryptonite affected him. Something was going on that he didn't understand but he couldn't ask her so he did the only thing he could. He struggled against the restraints as he shook his head. The pain from his throat and his ass spiked and he had to stifle a groan....
Lana shushed him again as she whispered quietly and insistently into his ear.
"Clark... I know you're confused but trust me... just act normally..." She shifted her weight and draped a leg across his waist. Clark could feel her bare body underneath the robe. Despite the pain he was in, her naked body on his, combined with the stimulus of the sex toy still inside him, was all he needed for his need to rise. He felt a blush cover his body as his cock stiffened further and straightened.
Lying on top of him, her head still next to his, she was breathing hard and was doing something with her free hand.... Clark didn't understand what she was doing, she seemed to be fumbling with her robe, but she kept her head down so that her hair covered the lower part of his face and neck.
She whispered softly into his ear again. "...have to be careful... They're watching..." He felt her pull something out of the pocket of her robe. Lana brought something that felt like a belt up in between their bodies to his neck, apparently hiding it from the eyes that were watching.
He gasped when he felt her try to close a collar around his neck... Maybe he was too tired and in too much pain, but he couldn't figure out what she was doing. Why was she going to put another collar on him?
She struggled for a minute before she could lock it around Clark's neck. Her acting like she was still hugging him didn't make that easier, but she managed to get it on him. It was noticeably looser than the other collar still locked around his neck.
Exasperated, she whispered almost to herself... "Damn... You've lost weight... doesn't fit..." He felt her hands feel for the lock on the original collar but she paused.
Lana spoke in an urgent whisper into his ear. "Clark, when I take this other one off, you have got to stay quiet... they can't know this one's fake..."
Clark blinked underneath the blindfold.
She was there to release him...
Clark hoped that whatever she was planning had a prayer of working as she struggled to put the key into the kryptonite collar. She turned the key and it popped free, but when she brought the collar in between their bodies to hide it from the cameras, the stone touched his skin. He barely suppressed a cry of pain. His breathing hitched as he tried to deal with the sudden agony. However, moments later she'd apparently put the collar into something made of lead because he no longer felt the effects.
Clark sighed in relief as the pain faded and his strength returned. He waited for her to unlock the cuffs, but she didn't. He shook his head and started to ask her what she was waiting for but she silenced him with a kiss.
Her hand moved down Clark's body to caress his stomach. The toy inside him was no longer painful, but it still stimulated him. He groaned softly with the desire that had only increased as the pain faded.
He whispered so softly he wasn't sure Lana heard him. "Uncuff me..."
Lana kissed him again, his need rising in response, as she let her mouth find its way back to his ear. "I can't..."
Clark startled and had to fight to keep his voice to a whisper. "Why not?"
Lana shushed him again and her hands gently pressed against his chest, her mouth next to his ear. She spoke quietly. "Too risky... you'll need to wait 'til you're upstairs..."
He started to speak again, but Lana silenced him with a fierce kiss to his lips... Unthinking, Clark desperately returned the kiss but she pulled back and again spoke softly, yet urgently. "Don't speak... The mikes... can't risk it... I'm sorry I have to do this to you... after everything..." She kissed him again tentatively; cautiously. Clark was confused what she was doing...
She paused... Clark couldn't see her, but he could hear her heart racing faster than he'd ever heard it race before. A tear dropped from her face onto Clark's. He was confused... was she that upset at his condition? Why wouldn't she stop crying? She was trembling...
She hugged him again and whispered desperately into his ear. "I'm sorry to do this, Clark..." Her voice broke. She was on the verge of sobbing. "You've been through so much..."
Now that the pain and weakening effects of the kryptonite were gone, all of his senses became heightened. He licked his lips where she had kissed him and the lingering taste of her combined with the feel of her trembling body on top of his and the sound of her heartbeat. It overwhelmed him. Still confused of what she was doing, yet incapable of touching or seeing her, Clark's frustration rose along with his need...
He pulled against the restraints that held him and barely suppressed a moan as he was hyperaware of her body lying on top of his, her body was soft and fragrant. His chest heaved as she whispered in his ear so softly he had to use his enhanced hearing to listen... "I have to act like them... I don't want to cause you more pain, but I have to..." She couldn't suppress a single sob. "...have to be the same..."
Clark gasped softly. His mind was reeling... He tried to understand what it was that she was doing. His breath was coming in gasps as he tried to reconcile his rising desire with what it all meant.
She again whispered, "Sorry, it's the only way..."
He listened to her still racing heart and realized suddenly that Lana was scared. She wasn't trembling with the upset at seeing him like this; she was trembling out of fear... Clark realized that she was in an incredible amount of danger. Given the people that had him and the huge stakes, Lana was risking her life to help him escape...
He didn't completely understand why she had to be just like the other girls, why she couldn't immediately release him now that she was here, but he wanted to reassure her in some way. He wanted to give her permission for her to do whatever she must do... He couldn't speak and couldn't embrace her so he did the only thing left to him. Clark kissed her.
It was a loving and gentle kiss on her cheek, but she sighed softly and chastely returned the kiss. She gently caressed his cheek and her heart rate steadied and her body stopped trembling. She kissed him harder, more desperately, her hair covering his face and neck. Clark opened his mouth, welcoming her mouth and tongue.
Although their relationship hadn't worked out, Clark still loved Lana... The familiar feel of her mouth, lips and tongue was comforting. His ever present fear faded in her scent and taste. Despite the restraints and blindfold, or maybe because of the frustration caused by them, his desire rose. Her sweet taste and soft touches felt good. For once, Clark felt no shame in his rising need.
He breathed in sharply, breathing in her scent, her breath warm on his face as their tongues twisted together. She pulled out of the kiss, out of breath as her need rose in spite of the deception she was apparently trying to pull off, or maybe because of it.
Clark's gasped as his need built. His world became the taste of her mouth, the feel of her hands, and the scent of her desire.... Desperate to ease his nearly unbearable need and his overwhelming desire, Clark encouraged her with his tongue and lips, giving her permission to make love to him.
This wasn't a rape... He wanted her. He needed the comfort and desperately needed to lose himself in pleasure that was completely free of pain for once... It'd been so long...
She nuzzled his neck as his chest heaved. She whispered, sounding worried. "Clark? Are you okay?"
No, he wasn't okay... he'd never be okay as long as he stayed there but that's not what she meant. He was okay with her making love to him so he nodded. He wished he could see her, but he kissed her again and she urgently returned the kiss.
One of her hands drifted down to his body, caressing his body gently, her light touch tingled and set him on fire. His need had become unbearable and he pulled against the restraints fruitlessly as she pulled out of the kiss and his chest heaved. Her mouth moved to his chin and jaw. He pushed his head back, offering up his neck to her lips and tongue. She followed his lead and kissed a line down his neck to the hollow at the base of his neck.
Lana moved down his body and he felt her soft moist folds move against his hardness as she pressed into him... He suppressed a groan as he rubbed up against her. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, making it harden as her fingers teased the other one. He arched his back up against her as his want of her became all... He desperately needed release.
She must have sensed his need. Her weight shifted and she held him gently as she guided him in. The gentle tensing of her muscles as she grasped him from inside and the warm, slippery heat of her felt amazing... He was close as they moved together, her body joining with his in an ever increasing rhythm.
She came first, her breath hitching as her body climaxed and the muscular contractions inside her pulled a powerful orgasm from him. As his body shuddered with his release, she came again with a cry....
Clark was overwhelmed and barely registered it when Lana collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in gasps. He relaxed into the bed and felt limp and suddenly exhausted, but he resisted the powerful urge to sleep. He didn't want to miss a moment with her...
She pulled herself up Clark's body, easing him out of her, and lay next to him with her head on his shoulder. Her mouth was near his ear as she whispered very quietly as Clark listened intently.
"Clark, I need to be careful to not arouse suspicion so please don't ask questions." She gently caressed his cheek as she talked so softly, Clark hoped the mikes wouldn't pick it up. "After I leave, wait until they take you to the room your cell is in.... You'll have to jump through the window... try to go as far as you can..."
Clark's mind was reeling... Jump from up there? What about Lana? Her life was in danger... He started to ask her how she was going to get out when she silenced him with a touch of her finger tips. "Please don't speak, Clark... I know what you're going to say. I'll be okay... Just jump as soon as you get upstairs... You can survive the fall as long as there's no kryptonite, right?"
Clark nodded. He had survived longer falls before. Even a ten story building wouldn't be a problem. His mind raced.... there had to be a way to get her out. His chest heaved with the turmoil.
He worried about her safety, if he had to wait until he got upstairs to leave how would he be able to help her get out too? Colonel Preskin would no doubt figure out how a fake collar got on Clark... Her giving her life even to save him wasn't something he was willing to risk.
He shook his head, and started to speak again. She put fingers up to silence him and whispered softly in his ear. "No, Clark... Don't worry about me... My contact's made arrangements... This is the only way... You have to jump..." She softly sighed and gently brushed the hair from his forehead. "Do you normally sleep after?"
He didn't want to sleep, but he knew it wouldn't take much to let him slumber. He was so tired. Sad he had no choice about it, Clark nodded.
Lana nestled down against his body, her cheek pressed to his chest an arm draped across his stomach. She spoke quietly. "Sleep then..." She snuggled closer and her breath started to slow. She was going to sleep.
Clark wished he could see her or hug her but he had to be content with just feeling the warmth of her body lying next to his. Sleep wasn't welcome, but it came nonetheless...
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Clark woke when he felt the kryptonite grate opening above the bed. He realized right away that Lana was gone, taken to wherever they take the girls once they're done. He barely suppressed a groan. It was a good thing that he had gotten so used to suffering in silence. Any sound would have let them know the collar he wore now was a fake.
The soldier that always takes the samples and then removes the sex toy climbed into bed with Clark. He quickly did his job and was about to check the collar. Clark panicked and barely remained still.
Every time they moved him, they checked the collar for the distinctive glow of kryptonite... After Celia had substituted fake amulets, they were very careful and always made sure the kryptonite used around him glowed. How could the collar pass if it was a fake? Clark tensed as the man checked the collar. He couldn't believe it, but the man moved right on to unlocking the restraints. The collar must look real...
He didn't let himself relax, he had to act as if the rock was real. His breath came in gasps just from the tension and the pain from the ceiling grate, so that helped Clark's deception. He slowly rolled over onto his side as usual and pulled on the shorts the man gave him. The men whose job it was to take him back upstairs pulled him up by his arms and he let them. Despite the ceiling grate closing and restoring his strength, he sagged in their arms, acting as if his strength was nearly gone.
It seemed like it took eons for the men to drag Clark to the elevator. His heart was racing with the fear that the plan would fail at some point. His fate had become this, being their breeding machine... How could any plan to help him escape succeed?
The ride up in the elevator took an eternity before they dragged him into the hallway that would take him toward the room that held his enclosure... It was all Clark could do to remain slack in the hands of his captors. His strength was back, he could easily get away and break the blindfold...
He was in torment as time seemed to stretch and the relatively short trip down the hallway seemed to take several forevers. Clark had to be strong and wait until they got him to the room his cell was in. Lana had said it was important to wait, so he had to trust her...
Finally, he heard the doors open as they reached the room his glass paneled cage was in. He moved into his speed and he extended his senses out as time slowed. The normal sounds met his ears and he took the opportunity to shrug out of the grips of the men holding his arms. He reached up and easily snapped the leather strap that held the blindfold to his head. The world had slowed once he'd reached speed and the men fell away from him in slow motion. He snapped the leather collar from his neck and looked at the glowing green gem that looked real but wasn't.... Inside the green glass gem was a light, which he crushed in his hand as he looked over into his enclosure.
Colonel Preskin stood there with a shocked look on his face and the glow of the kryptonite from the ceiling grate turned his skin green. Ironically, the walls and closed door of enclosure protected Clark. He grimaced when he saw his pillow sitting on the bed. He hesitated and his perception slowed to normal, Clark was upset that would have to leave it behind, but that momentary pause nearly cost him. Back in normal speed, Clark could hear the Colonel yelling.
"Open the door... Open the damn door!" He was pounding on it but it didn't open.
A voice called from the intercom. "I can't, sir... The button seems to be stuck." Surprised by that, since the door had never stuck before, Clark looked around. The two soldiers that had been holding him merely sat on the floor looking up at him.
The colonel next yelled at the men in the room. "Shoot him... you men must stop him!"
However, they didn't pull their weapons out but the younger man mouthed, GO.
Clark's eyes went back to the colonel who, livid that the door still didn't open, resorted to pulling out his pistol. Sadly, Clark took one last look at the pillow that sat on the bed and sped for the window. He leapt up and easily broke the glass as he plowed through it.
As the glass shattered around him, sparkling in the early morning sunlight, Clark's heart soared as he breathed in fresh air for the first time since he was captured. As he started to fall to the pavement of the parking lot below him, his chest tightened. The black top twinkled green in the sunshine.
It had been made with kryptonite!
That was why Lana had said he shouldn't run... The only hope he had was jumping far enough out to be free of the trap of the parking lot, but it was clear that he hadn't.
As his body continued its arc down toward the pavement all Clark could think of was it had been no use. Lana had risked her life for nothing...
Lex's prison was truly inescapable and even back when Celia had helped him, he wouldn't have made it even if he had managed to get outside. The kryptonite laden black top would have downed him as soon as he stepped outside.
Clark closed his eyes as he dreaded feeling his kryptonite weakened body smashing upon contact with the pavement. His stomach lurched and he felt lightheaded as an odd detachment came over him. Dying would just be the final leg of the journey into Hell that they had made for him. Certainly, the devil waiting for him there would look like Lex Luthor.
Clark turned his body up toward the sun, he wanted to feel its warmth on his body for as long as possible, and then he was surprised by something... it was taking a very long time for him to complete his fall. He opened his eyes and looked around.
He wasn't moving. He looked down.
Clark was hovering about 30 feet above the blacktop, just short of feeling the effects of the kryptonite that had been added to the pavement. He twisted in the air and looked back at the hole he'd broken in the large window on the top floor of the building... Colonel Preskin and the soldiers all looked at him with expressions ranging from amusement to awe to fury.
The Colonel's face was turning a bright shade of red, he was so angry. He slowly lifted his sidearm and carefully aimed....
Clark grimaced and, with lurch of his stomach and a sheer effort of will, his body went higher. He turned and moved further away from his prison. At first he wobbled slightly in the air and moved slowly, which worried him. He wasn't sure if he could out fly the bullet when the colonel finally pulled the trigger. Clark heard the report of the weapon and his chest felt tight and then he felt it... He knew...
It was like a light went off inside his head.
It was so easy... Why hadn't he tried this before?
Simply from the force of his will, he felt the air move around him as he propelled himself forward. He moved faster and didn't look back as he shot away but he could hear the bullet as it approached him, so Clark willed himself to fly faster. He started to pull away from the bullet and then he was beyond its trajectory. He smiled in a grim satisfaction as he heard the first bullet, and the others that followed it, all harmlessly hit the desert floor far behind him.
The satisfaction was short lived as he heard, despite not even trying, Colonel Preskin yelling at someone over the phone...
The only words that registered were "Get your asses to the Kent Farm now!"
He went higher and higher and faster and faster, finally free, but his chest was tight.
Clark clearly didn't have much time. His speed picked up and the sonic boom he created rocked the ground below. He got up high enough to see Kansas far in the distance and headed home.
Continued here....