Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with an all new edition the Smallville miniseries. First off, if you are under the legal age of 18, live where it is unlawful to read this type of story, or find the notion of women in love with each other offensive, then please do us a favor and leave for your own good. The following characters are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Tollin-Robbins Prods., and Gough Millar Ink. No copyright infringement is intended whatsoever. To remind you, the following characters are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Tollin-Robbins Prods., and Gough Millar Ink, so again, no copyright infringement is intended whatsoever. Any other questions? If not, then let us resume where we left off, shall we?
SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 9
by Keith
Things had gotten worse since Clark returned to his hometown. His father being dead was bad enough, but having to discover that a club that was newly opened in the downtown center of the city was really a clandestine drug operation....now that was saying things. However, as things were bad enough now, there was more to follow as this story progresses to its climactic conclusion.
In a rare moment of peace before the coming storm that would hit the Midwestern community like a sirocco, Martha and Lana were upstairs in the bedroom the older woman used to share with her late husband. The seamstress had their special clothing finished and it was their time to try them on.
"You almost finished dressing up, Martha?"
"Just about. Just keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?"
"Oh, yeah, fine", replied Lana as she had her eyes closed with her back turned to the older woman she loved very much. It was not much longer until Martha had finished dressing that she called out to Lana with her back to her.
"Okay, Lana you can open them now!", exclaimed Martha excitedly as the younger woman did as she was asked. She spun around to meet quite a surprise!
Martha's apparel was the color of red. Her jacket and skin tight form fitting pants were of the best quality leather as the tank top she wore under that cropped leather jacket of hers had the symbol of a rising phoenix. Her boots were also of the color red and made of even better quality leather while a belt with a phoenix shaped buckle held her skin tight trousers up. She stood there silently with her hands upon her hips searching for a reaction from Lana, but she could already tell what Lana was going to say about that.
"Martha....you look absolutley stunning...."replied Lana with wide eyes and open mouth as she stood quietly before the older woman as she trailed her eyes up and down her body, admiring the costume she had Mrs. Raley make for her. The younger woman's eyes were a-twinkle as she panted softly in awe of what the seamstress did for her.
"And you Lana....you look even more beautiful than I ever imagined", replied Martha as she let her eyes trail down Lana's body.
Her costume was of the color violet. Her cropped jacket and mini-skirt were of even better quality leather. The ankle length combat styled boots were of the same color as the jacket and skirt were, but what was more striking was the t-shirt she wore. It had a butterfly etched on front in a lighter shade of purple with the insides colored a lavender-lilac. Even the belt she wore around her mini-skirt had the buckle in the shape of a butterfly, too. Oh the t-shirt she wore was actually a bright lilac with the butterfly etched in a dark purple!
Both ladies were too silent for words as they gazed at each other's costumed bodies. Mrs. Raley did excellent for her old age as they discovered that their eyes trailed down towards the viewing distances of their nether regions. Martha's eyes stopped to admire what was really under the mini-skirt Lana wore when she blurted out....
"Did you stop wearing underpants, Lana?" Martha saw that she did not wear any beneath the skirt, but she wanted to know for sure.
Lana responded in kind.
"Can you please pull out your penis so that I can see it?", asked Lana with her eyes a-twinkle still.
Martha knew what she asked of her so she allowed her hands to come down to the area where her zipper began on her trousers and gradually and slowly pulled it down. Lana did not remove her eyes from the glorious scene was about to take place in her mind. She knew that Martha stopped wearing panties under pants, but just wanted to make sure of that as the zipper was pulled down to the lower end. The older woman pulled out her stiffening cock which was hardening to about almost a foot in length!
It was thicker than a sausage as she slowly stroked it until it was as hard as a proverbial rock, so to speak. Lana stared longingly and lustfully at her older lover's super-powered member as she licked her lips in anticipation of what she wanted to do next. Martha's breath increased as she continued to stroke her super-cock as Lana literally threw herself at her! The force was strong enough to send them both through the wall of the bedroom and out into the hall, but they went through the wall and out into the air of broad daylight!
Lana had her arms and legs wrapped around Martha's waist as they kissed each other passionately as they soared backwards towards Clark's childhood treehouse that was built on the old oak tree with a tire swing under its main big branch. They crashed through the treehouse and continued to soar backwards in midair. They were halfway through the soybean fields until Martha broke the formation and lifted herself up into the air with Lana in her arms.
They continued to soar and soar ever upward until they were nearly out of the atmosphere and almost into deep space. Sensing that they were alone together with no one else to see them, Martha and Lana began to make love to each other. The older woman felt her penis enter into Lana's moistened vagina as the younger woman rocked her hips to and fro as they hung on to each other. They kissed and copulated like mad dogs in heat, oblivious to their surroundings until at the moment of climax,Lana reared her head upward into the starry blackness of deep space and moaned pleasurably and triumphantly. Martha gasped and sighed audibly too as she triumphed in coming inside her younger lover's twat for only the latest time. They retreated into each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their first deep space orgasm with their eyes closed, appreciative of having discovered each other anew and the love that was only increasing in strength and power!
After a while, they looked into each other's eyes with more than a few questions in each other's minds.
"Martha, what are we gonna tell Clark?"
"Tell Clark about what,Lana?"
"Well....to tell him that I may be carrying your child within my body.....how should we attempt to tell him?"
Martha knew what Lana had asked of her as she thought about it long and hard as she took a glimpse up into the starry darkness of deep space with the Earth below them. It was after she had looked back down into Lana's eyes that she knew she had to give the young woman she loved her answer.
"Lana, baby, you and I will tell him together....when the time comes, but as of now......"
"I know what you're going to tell me, Martha. We've got bigger problems that need not only our attention, but also Clark's and everybody else's help, too."
"Agreed....now if we can only get back down to the planet....without burning up in the atmosphere....then we'll really be in business", concurred Martha as she allowed Lana to slip her flacciding cock back into the confines of her skin tight form fitting trousers. Once that was done, they both looked down upon the planet they still called home and were amazed by what they saw and how they saw things from the vantage point of space. The Earth looked so small with the inhabitants that shared the planet with them all the more smaller and tinier as they looked at each other one more time before it was time to go to work....in setting the course in motion in an attempt to set things right in Smallville.
"Are you ready to go back down to Earth and set things right, Lana?"
"Ohhhh....you know I am and bet your ass I'm ready to, baby", purred Lana anticipatingly of the action they must initiate and to set forth in order to save the town they lived in and both loved with all their hearts.....the town in Kansas called....Smallville!
Without further ado, they both darted back down towards Earth in a beam of red and purple light that broke through the atmosphere as they headed back towards Smallville, Kansas!
Meanwhile.....
A lone squad car was parked along the road by the river with no one else around for miles on end. From a distant, you could tell that the squad car was bouncing from side to side in a rickety motion until as you could come closer you could also see that the windshield was nearly fogged up!
On a bright and clear day when one could see the farmlands for many, many miles, some private action was taking place inside the squad vehicle as the windshield and other side windows were in the process of being fogged up.
Inside, the reason for the fogged up windows and the rickety sideways motion that the vehicle made would become lucid.
Sheriff was thrusting her 9 inch cock back and forth deeper and deeper into Chloe's vagina as they did it doggy style! The sheriff was moaning as Chloe was on her hands and knees in the front seats of the vehicle as the older woman of 40's hands were atop the younger blonde woman with a grown out bobcut on her head's less than innocent, yet wiling and supple buttocks cheeks!
"Oh Sheriff! Pound my pussy with your supercock, please come inside me!"
Chloe moaned as the Sheriff arched her back as she approached orgasm as she allowed her semen to ejaculate itself deep up into Chloe's birth canal! They both moaned pleasurably as they both achieved their desired goal: climax in the most wonderful way possible. After a few minutes, Sheriff Adams collapsed on the front passenger's seat as Chloe was barely able to pull her jeans back up to cover her naked buttocks and nether regions. She stopped wearing underwear sometime ago which the Sheriff liked very, very much as she reclined on the front passenger's seat with her cock becoming flaccid until Chloe caught wind of it again as her blue eyes darted towards the very gift that kept right on giving. She said not a word until she dove back down on the Sheriff's crotch and began to fellate her in a brisk up and down motion which snapped her out of her stupor right away!
"Ohhh Chloe!", gasped Sheriff Adams as she held on for dear life as Chloe knew how to get her off for the latest time. Just then, as the Sheriff was on the brink of her oral orgasm into the young woman's mouth, the radio dispatch called in from headquarters.
"Hello....Sheriff? Hello, hello, Sheriff? Anybody? This is dispatch from headquarters! Anyone in?"
The sheriff knew who was hailing her on her private frequency as she scrambled frantically to answer the message on her cb.
"Hello, dispatch....go ahead!...."
"Sheriff....you might wanna get down to the hospital right away. We got ourselves a situation that needs your attention ASAP!"
"All right, I'm on it!"
Sheriff Adams motioned for Chloe to get back on the front passenger's seat and buckle up as the Sheriff did the same as she started the car and headed back to town.
It was not long when the sheriff and Chloe had arrived that Clark, Bruce, Lois, and Diana had arrived soon after.
"Excuse us, nurse. Can you tell us what's going on here?", asked Clark to the head nurse at the counter.
Four young women were just wheeled into the ER....beaten badly and almost to a pulp....but I wouldn't go back there just yet because the doctor on duty's looking over one of them.
"How bad are they hurt, nurse?", asked Bruce intently as he stood besides Clark.
She looked to her left and right and beckoned Bruce to come closer so that she could whisper to him.
"They're in bad shape, but you and your friends still can't go back there...."
"That's all right nurse. We understand", replied Bruce as he and Clark rejoined Lois and Diana who were waiting for them in the front lobby.
Seeing that there was only a few people around, all four of them huddled together so that Bruce could explain what the situation was all about.
"I think I know what the nurse had told me and Clark by the sound of her voice and the way she looked and told us."
"You mean that those four young ladies were the four strippers from Stink E. Cheez's that ran off with their bosses'....."
"Not so loud, Lois....we don't want anyone else to hear this conversation", admonished Clark sternly as Bruce continued his discussion with them.
"I believe now is the time for us to act. We've got to close this club down, but we need to get the proper evidence to do so," said Bruce as he turned his attention to Lois.
"You're an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet, right?"
"I've done all sorts of stories involving every sort of criminal depravity Metropolis has hiding in its underbelly. What did you have in mind for me to do, Bruce?"
They all huddled closer together to hear what the Gothamite had planned for them.....
"Hi, I'm Lourdes Duncan. I'm looking to speak to somebody in charge of the club. I'm kinda looking for a job", said Lois who was made up and dressed like a lower class girl from a Southern trailer park.
"Normally, the boss doesn't do walk-in interviews", said the cashier at front. "Lemme see what I can do."
She motioned for one of the topless waitresses dressed in just a g-string and stilettoes to come hither to the front.
"Yes, what can I do you for?"
"See if the boss is in his office because I think this person wants to interview for a waitressing job here",said the cashier to the topless waitress.
"I'll see what I can do", said the waitress as she sauntered off down the main lounge area and towards the back with her breasts swaying and her derriere jiggling all the while.
The cashier turned back to Lois in Lourdes Duncan mode with a look that could set brush on fire.
"Wait here in the lounge area. Don't even think of going back behind the curtain. Got it?"
Lois nodded yes as she was excused to make herself at home in the lounge area. With the cashier looking the other way and the few topless waitresses walking to and fro with food orders too busy to notice her, Lois managed to sneak herself back stage to find out what really is going on. She made her way down the red painted hallway bedecked with paintings and old time styled photographs of beautiful and buxom ladies lounging around in various stages of undress on silken and satin sheets and pillows. She had to be quiet or else she would be discovered as she briskly made her way down the hallway towards a door. From the sound that was coming from inside, Lois knew what was going on as she turned to notice a rather forlorn looking worker making his way down to the door. She immediately made herself invisible and backed out of the way just enough for the man to walk up to the door and press the buttons on a nearby dial plaque. With the proper combination dialed in, he opened the door to enter, but also failing to notice the sounds of shoe steps following behind him.
The lab where the methamphetamine was being manufactured was being readied by a handful of workers who were busily packing them into small little packets called 8-Balls. The atmosphere was toxic and volatile for one misstep and miscalculation would mean the end of not only the workers, but for anyone else inside the club. They were working with all sorts of lethal explosive chemicals as the invisible Lois could see all around her. Just then, another door could be heard opening from out of nowhere and before anyone could inquire, Boxy and his entourage had made their presences known to all who were coerced into making his narcotics for him.
"As you mugs can all see, we should be able to make shipment of our crank by tonight", said Boxy to his crew.
"Right, boss, but what are we gonna do about dah Batguy and dat Supah-dude?", asked Pauly the Pigman who was already having grave misgivings about carrying out their operation in such a small town like Smallville.
"You keep yeh mind in enforcing my gang and dis operation and lemme worry about dose pansies, got it, Piggy?!"
"Uh, right boss."
Lois had heard enough. She was about to make good her escape from the drug den, when suddenly, she accidentally bumped into a worker. A large scale panic ensued as the entire drug lab was in a state of unease.
"Hey, hey, hey! What dah hell's goin' on?"
"The place....it's...h-h-haunted!"
"Don't give us dat shit, youse losehs!", yelled Scarface as he drew his gun, but Jazzy angrily stopped him.
"You idiot! You wanna get us sent down to dah Great Below? Put dat piece away!"
Jazzy was right. The lab had enough chemicals for it to explode if a gunshot was fired in the lab. Finally, Boxy managed to have everybody calmed down to see what the matter was. The gangsters looked around, until by chance, Micky the Kid got out a half-full beer bottle and cracked it over something. The sound of pain was loud enough as the beer managed to illuminate the culprit behind the sudden burst of haunting. The sound of something hitting the floor could be heard by all and shortly thereafter, Lois reappeared before the astonished eyes of the felonious gang.
"Here's yah ghost!", retorted Boxy as Benny the Bull grabbed the unconscious Lois Lane by the scruff of the cheap leather jacket she had on her and pulled her up to his boss. He presented Boxy with this prize as if he had caught it himself while hunting in the fields.
"Well, well, well....look what dah cat dragged in from dah alley last night", exclaimed Boxy as he triumphantly smacked her face around to wake her up.
"Wake up, doll face! Yer in someplace y'shouldn't be in, sweet-cheeks", snapped Ratnose to Lois who was awakening from her being knocked out.
With a splitting headache and the side of her head bleeding from the wound she received from the half full beer bottle, Lois groggily and dizzily looked up to see who was holding her by the scruff of her jacket. The reporter from Metropolis was in serious trouble....and only a miracle would come to save her.
"Looks like we're gonna have to dispose a' dis piece a garbage, right fellas?"
They all concurred with Boxy in agreement as they walked out of the lab with Lois as their prisoner....for the time being!
Meanwhile.....
It was out along the main highway that Sheriff Adams drove her squad car to a deserted trailer park in the middle of nowhere. She had advised and warned Chloe to stay back in headquarters while she took a look....and she was right! The trailer park had become a hideout and lair for the bikers who had rode uninvited into Smallville as she saw the evidence right before her eyes. Skunkface and his goons were busily drinking beer and getting high with their bikes parked around in the formation a covered wagon train makes when set upon by hostile Native Americans a century ago. She inspected the hoodlums from the safety of her squad car as she quietly turned on the cb radio and put the communicator to her mouth.
"Hello, dispatch. This is the sheriff here. I'm along the main highway outside of town as I can see that I've found where the bikers are at. Is Detective Sawyer in the office?"
There was silence until Maggie's voice could be heard from back at HQ.
"Sheriff, what is it? What did you find?"
"I've found us some more pieces to the puzzle, Sawyer. The bikers who rode into town maybe connected with your two escaped felons from Metropolis in some way. Dunno how, but we're gonna make the evidence fit together so that we can arrest'em all and take'em back t'jail. How soon can you get yer ass out here?"
"Where are you at exactly, Sheriff?"
"I'm down the highway just east of town by an old, abandoned trailer park. You'll know what I'm talking about when you drive down here."
"I'm on my way over right now. Don't move 'til I get there. Over?"
"Roger that, over!"
With the cb put back into its place, Sheriff Adams waited patiently for Sawyer to arrive...presumably with back up, she hoped....until......
There was a knock on her side of the window as she was startled to discover that she was discovered by one of the bikers who had a crooked and twisted smile across his face.
"Oh fellas! Look what we have here come t'visit us!", yelled the young motorcyclist with the bad teeth and grungy clothes.
Almost immediately, the others raced to his aid as they surrounded the squad car. The sheriff knew she was trapped, but if she fought back, she would be killed for sure, so she did the only thing she had to do.
She removed her service pistol from her shoulder holster and set it down on the seat. The bikers surrounding the squad vehicle weren't going to let her escape....unscathed. Once that was done, Sheriff Adams unlocked the driver's side and slowly opened the door and got herself out. She held her hands up into the air, ready to surrender herself. With the door to her vehicle closed behind her, Sheriff Adams held her arms up into the air as a gesture of surrender as she looked around to see the motorcyclists surround her closer and closer like a pack of wolves to a wounded cow moose.
"People....I come in peace. I mean you all neither harm nor foul. I just wanna speak with yer boss!"
If only she knew what she was really getting herself into as they all closed in on her, taking her from the back as they subdued her and dragged her back to the motorcycle formation where the leader of the gang was waiting for them.
Skunkface was an imposing gangleader as his hair was peppered in streaks of white and black hence his name. He looked down at the captured sheriff as his posse took turns holding her by the arms while she was forced to kneel before him.
"I say you've come at a bad time, sheriff", boasted Skunkface as he kicked her in the crotch, sending her reeling to the ground.....
Back at HQ, someone younger had just walked up to the counter. She looked a little like Lois but was younger with her hair held back in a ponytail as she removed her sunglasses from her face. She was dressed all in denim and cotton as she asked the desk....
"Can anybody tell me where I can find Lois Lane?", she inquired.....
TO BE CONTINUED
Next time, our heroes are up to their necks in trouble as Lucy Lane comes to Smallville looking for Lois, Lois and Sheriff Adams have both been kidnapped by the bikers and gangsters....and some more startling announcements will soon be made in part 10 of Smallville: A New Beginning. If you have any questions or comments, please email me at stonefeet@hotmail.com and I will see if I can answer them as best I can. Keith over and out and bye for now.