#Superman tried to rise but his limbs didn’t answer. His arms shook violently beneath the weight of his own body, and his suit clung tight to every muscle that twitched beneath the shining lycra. His back arched involuntarily as the Kryptonite pulsed venomously next to him.

"I-I'm...we-weakening...." he croaks quietly, collapsing against the wall. The cold lonely concrete is the only thing breaking his fall, and he feels his knees about to buckle. That sickening glowing green mineral around his neck- #Superman has no defense against it.

It's a steady beam that follows him as he writhes on the ground, desperately trying to evade the weapon that remains trained on him. The Kryptonite slows #Superman to a crawl as he convulses in defeat, bathing in the crippling rays, gasping deeply in his moment of weakness.

The skin on his face was washed with a green hue, contorted in pain from the poison that drained him more by the second. The exposure to Kryptonite had rendered #Superman helpless as he staggered, using the wall to keep him upright, although even that was becoming difficult.

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Convulsing helplessly on the ground, #Superman knows he is vulnerable to the devious whims of the villains who have trapped him using his greatest weakness to bring him to his knees. The toxic green glow shimmers against the thin spandex that clings to every useless muscle.

"I've got you now," the voice booms as #Superman's exposure is finally enough to bring him to his knees. The Man Of Steel has lost the strength to flee, his proximity to the Kryptonite has slowed him down until he moves at a crawl, his body saturated with the radioactivity.

"I am the real Man Of Steel," the deranged robotic voice came from the mechanized villain who had the upper hand against the weakened Kryptonian. Powered by the one substance that hurt Superman, the robot had quickly subdued the powerless hero.

Even gods have their limits, #Superman. You aren't exempt from the way of all things, and as your blood curdles and your strength drains, I want you to know I am enjoying watching you suffer. I knew this mineral had special properties, and that's why you are on your knees now.

The box opens and to his shock, a green glow grips him in its poisonous grasp. "Nnnghn," he moans, absorbing the rays of the Kryptonite within. He steps backwards and is pinned against the wall as waves of weakness wash over his body, rendering him helpless, unable to escape.

"K...-kryptonite..." he moans, turning away but unable to shield himself from the debilitating effects of his greatest weakness. "An insurance policy to ensure your compliance," the villain laughs as #Superman gasps and chokes.

He shudders with cold and weakness, his escape reduced to an agonized crawl in search of relief from the radiating poison that attacks #Superman on a cellular level.

He fought the pain, the fever, and the weakness, but as his enemies circled him with the glowing green Kryptonite, they knew he was powerless and suffering. His youthful inexperience put Superboy at a disadvantage and was now at the mercy of the villains.

"Is that...Kryptonite?" the stranger asks in shock surveying the scene of #Superman unable to rise on his own power away from the strange glowing rock. The Man Of Steel gasps for air, wheezing in the presence of the alien mineral. "H-help...me", he sputters weakly.

The monster approaches him and the closer it gets, the weaker he becomes. "That...beast...destroying m-me," he thinks as waves of pain wash over his Kryptonian body. He knows he is suffering from his greatest weakness and finds himself unable to fight, leaving him vulnerable.

The doors swing open to find a sight so shocking, Lois must avert her eyes. #Superman is restrained, trapped and in the presence of Kryptonite. He doesn't lift his head to acknowledge her as he is too weakened to do so. She cries out as the guards hold her back as he suffers.

Under my hands, the skintight fabric feels slippery, smooth and cool. I run my hands along it, feeling its resistance to my touch before snapping back to its previous shape. It bulges around to the shiny contours of his body. No curve is hidden as my helpless guest struggles.

He quietly moans and pleads under the thrall of the pulsing green rock that I hold next to his convulsing body. "It's finished," I promise him, the glow of the mineral casting its deadly green luminescence all over his skin and his thin shiny spandex suit. "N-...no.." he gasps.

The machine hums as the beams from it saturate #Superman with green Kryptonite radiation. He feels his blood turn to razors as he realizes that he was set up to be exposed to his weakness. A laugh echoes from behind him as his knees wobble and he becomes overwhelmed with pain.