The end
Added 2025-07-21 13:00:04 +0000 UTCSuperman struggled, fists clenched, arms trembling—but he couldn’t rise. Her thighs had pinned him to the dirt like steel restraints.
She crouched above him, massive, vascular legs flanking his sides, her arms curled and flexed in relaxed superiority. Her pecs surged outward in slow rhythm, as if inhaling the last of his hope.
“You’ve fought aliens. Gods,” she purred, tightening her grip. “But you’ve never fought me.”
He groaned, unable to lift her, unable to move. Her weight was beyond physics—her mass beyond comparison.
“Stay down, hero.”
