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‘I DON’T KNOW YOU, LADY’

'Huhhh!'

Superman was sent reeling backwards as the piercing beams washed over him. His mouth fell open and he gazed up in dumb amazement. He had not expected the computer to be able to synthesise Kryptonite so successfully, especially after Gus's previous failure. Not only had it managed to precisely replicate the effects of the green meteor rocks, but it was pumping them out across Superman's increasingly weakened body in the form of rays. Each one hits him like a wave, and each stripped him of a little more of his strength. In vain, he moaned and attempted to lift his legs and fly away, but he could now no more soar into the air than a normal man could. The machine was vanquishing him, and each passing second sealed his ignominious fate further. His limbs flipped and flagged as the deadly beams bathed and enveloped his body.

To his surprise, Superman looked up to see Lorelei exit the Supercomputer's hub and come striding towards him with purpose in her eyes. This was it, he thought: like Miss Teschmacher before her, she would come to his rescue and would save him from these rays that were bringing him to his knees.

‘Lorelei,’ he began, ‘help me... if you can just...’

But before he could continue she put a finger to her lips, to shut Superman up.

‘Aw, no, honey,’ she said, ‘that’s not right, is it? It’s like you said, sugar: you don’t know me, do you? It’s not “Lorelei”, now it’s just “Lady”. Isn’t that right, hun?’

‘Lorelei!’ Superman croaked her name again, his eyes wide, but she just shook her head.

‘No, Superman - you don’t know anyone called Lorelei. That was someone else - another guy. That was what you said.’

She stared at him with amused contempt. ‘Funny how you seemed to remember my name just fine before you came, isn’t it, Superman?’ But it's just like you said: you don't know me, right? That wasn't you. That was some other guy... the guy who wanted me to do all those things to him, right? Not you, Superman. Not you, baby.'

She looked coldly at him, and beneath the green rays, Superman felt his cheeks flush.

'Lorelei,' he gasped, 'I'm... I'm sorry if I hurt you...'

'Oh, don't worry, sugar,' she said, gazing at him with amused contempt, 'it's "Lady" right, not Lorelei? And I'm long past being hurt. I'd hate to bring you down by letting people think you associated yourself with little ol' me, Superman... let alone that you had me... pull your tights down and give you what you wanted. No, that was the other guy, wasn't it, hun? Not you.'

In shame, Superman hung his head. 'I'm s-s-sorry,' he said. 'but puh-please... if you release me then I'll...'

'You'll what? Tell the world about you and me? Admit what you did, and what you wanted me to do to you, Superman? What you had me do for you? Is that what you'll do?'

'I... um... I...'

'Thought not,' said Lorelei. 'Don't trouble yourself, sweetie.'

She took a step towards him, unaffected by the green rays herself, and with one swift movement she took hold of his cape and pulled. All it took was a short, sharp tug, and Superman felt it ripped from his tunic.

'What are you doing?' he asked her, in alarm. 'My cape... you took off my cape?'

'Mm-hm. I think I'm going to take a few things from you,' she said. 'Maybe I'll give them to that other Superman - the one who wasn't too good for me. I think he'd enjoy that. And after all, I was pretty good at guessing what he enjoyed.'

Superman's helpless body began to tremble. He had rarely, if ever, felt so helpless. Lorelei could see it too, and with a grin, she knelt down and began to tug off one of his boots.

'No!' cried Superman. 'Oh no! Please, Lorelei, don't!' But he was so weak now that it was as much as he could do to stand upright. And he felt her take a firm hold of his calf, lift up his foot, and the next moment his boot was taken from him and slung to one side. With one finger she toyed with the spandex of his tights, pulling at it and letting it ping back between his toes.

'Oops,' she said. 'Careful now, Superman, honey, or you might get your nice blue tights mussed up on the floor of this dirty ol' cave.'

She looked up at him. 'And the tights were real dirty that night, weren't they. When the "other guy" came and begged me to take his tights down. Your uniform was all dark and soiled. My, how it stank... But that wasn't you, was it Superman? You don't know me, right?'

He was beginning to feel so strange. A hot, delirious excitement was moving over his body, even as the insidious beams leeched his abilities away, and it made him tingle. 'Please,' he begged, 'please...'

Lorelei smiled, and began to tug at his other boot.

'My,' she said,' he sure was dirty, that guy who wasn't you. He had stains from the oil tanker on his tights... but more than that... he'd been sat for hours in a bar in downtown Metropolis, getting out of it. Working up the courage to come see me. He stank of booze... and sweat... and all sorts... Phew-ee! I don't know what he'd been up to in that bar full of men, but those stains on his briefs told a hell of a tale. He sure was a naughty boy... not like you, right, Superman? You're not dirty and naughty like that, are you? That's why you don't know me.'

‘Uh... no... he,’ said softly, ‘that’s right... I’m... I’m not d-dirty... n-naughty... uh... I... I...’

Softly, she peeled down the top of Superman's one remaining red boot, exposing his blue spandex clad leg beneath. Fingers grazed his spandex clad flesh as the boot was deftly taken down and away from him.

'Ooh,' whimpered Superman, 'ooh!'

'Yeah, that wasn't you, was it, Superman? How could it be? A fine upstanding Super-man like you... getting off his face and horny with the bums of Metropolis, then coming to get his rocks off.'

'I'm sorry,' he said, 'I d-didn't mean to imply...'

'Sssh,' she said. With one hand on his thigh, she finally plucked off his boot. It slid away easily, and Superman's legs almost buckled beneath him.

‘Just in your tights and briefs now, big guy. Just like he was that night. I wouldn't let him in the bedroom until I'd made him take off his cape and boots. Not that it made much difference; your tights and panties were sticky as all hell with filth...oops, I mean his, not yours... right, Superman?'

'Y-yes,' he said feebly, 'h-him... not me. Not me... oh...'

She began to slide her hands up the inside of Superman's inner thighs, fingers lingering on his muscled legs in their spandex, relishing the feeling of the hero trembling in fear... and something else.

'Then... when we'd got you on the bed... I pulled you up by your filthy blue tights and red panties. I mean, duh! Not you - the other guy.'

Her fingers reached the bottom of his briefs and began to push their way inside.

'You were just wearing them, nothing else - your tights and panties, Superman. Oh, silly me, I mean the other guy!'

'Ooh! Ooh! Oh!' gasped Superman, as her fingers penetrated his briefs at the tops of his legs. By now it was obvious to both of them that his cock was hard; a throbbing erection was outlined underneath his red spandex. The Kryptonite rays had done their work and he was, by now, weak and utterly helpless.

'Yeah... you were a little tongue-tied then, too... oops... I mean the other guy was,' she laughed. 'But I know how to take charge, Superman.'

One hand slid up and through the bottom leg of his briefs and firmly gripped Superman's penis.

'Aaah! Huh!' he gasped. Superman felt the tip of his cock wetting the blue spandex of his tights. The cool fabric was slick and sticky against the sensitive flesh of his helmet, and the feeling was almost unbearably arousing.

From high above came the sound of applause. Ross Webster was stood at the controls of the computer, clapping wildly.

'This is wonderful, Lorelei! Now finish him off! I bet that's what you had to do him that night, right? Finish him off?'

Lorelei squeezed Superman's cock, making him cry out in delirious, ignominious lust. 'Oh, no, honey. He didn't need me, did you, Superman?'

'Please,' gasped the hero, 'please... I'm sorry... don't tell him... please! I'm sorry... it... it was me, all right? I admit it: it was me. I was... so ashamed.'

'Gosh,' said Lorelei, wide-eyed, 'you mean that was you after all, Superman?'

'Yes... yes... it was me,' he gasped.

'It was you in those dirty, stinking tights?'

'Yes... that's right... the man in those dirty... stinking tights... was me. It was me in the dirty tights. I do know you... I'm so sorry... forgive me. Don't tell Webster about what happened... don’t tell him what I asked for... please!'

'Oh gee,' said Lorelei. 'But you stand for truth, doncha Supey. And I think some truth is what's needed. Just like when I knew what you needed was for me to do... this!'

With her free hand she stabbed at the clasp of his belt, and it fell open. And as Superman stood in the dwindling green rays, shaking and whimpering like a fool, she let go of his cock and yanked his briefs down firmly. They cascaded down his trembling legs, bunching around his ankles and then she shoved him out of them, leaving him helpless, hard and horny in his tights and tunic.

Lorelei held the briefs aloft. 'Look,' she said, laughing at the darkened crotch where the Man of Steel's precum had soiled them, 'you wet your panties, Superman!'

Moaning in lust, arms flopping by his sides, Superman staggered backwards.

'I'm lost,' he gasped, 'help me... My briefs... I... I’ve wet my tights... my p-panties... huh... oh god...! oh no... hnnggh!’

'Yeah,' said Lorelei, twirling his briefs around with one finger, 'I tried to help him that night, didn't I, you naughty Supes? We tried everything. But in the end we had to admit that it wasn't my help he needed. When he'd drunk enough to be honest, Superman blabbed everything... and he got me to call up the bar... the bar where he'd been so naughty, right, Supey? That's how you got your tights and panties so dirty, wasn't it?'

'Oh,' he looked up at her, as the last of his resistance vanished. He took hold of his erection in his tights, and with a groan, he said: 'Yes. Lorelei's right. That's how my tights and briefs... hnngh... my tights and panties... that's how they got so filthy.'

'Well done, sugar. And can you tell the truth now? Can naughty Superman admit the truth now?'

'Yes,' he breathed, jacking his spandex clad penis, 'naughty Superman can admit the truth now. I asked Lorelei to call the bar... get in touch with the guys from there... and send a cab to get them... so they could finish what they started, in the restroom of that bar with me... oh! I said it! That was what I needed... they knew what to do with me... wh-what to give me... in my s-s-stinking tights and buh-briefs.... my filthy red puh-panties... those guys, they gave me... ooh, they gave me... they gave me haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

With a bestial howl, Superman fell to his knees, and began to pump thick, hot spunk into the crotch of his sullied tights, darkening the spandex to a filthy, shadowy blue.

'Lorelei,' he gasped, as she began to walk away with his boots, cape and briefs, 'my clothes.... my uniform... at least leave me... my.... b-briefs!'

'Sorry, honey,' she said with a smirk, exiting the cave, 'I don't know you.'