A Cock Sleeve

A mechanical whirr filled the air. Not for the first time, Lois Lane wished she could move, but she seemed frozen in place, staring at Lex Luthor's pathetic penis...and then she saw it, slowly rising into the space between them.

It looked like a phallus carved out of diamond. Every vein and ridge on the crest of the gland was perfect, as thought it had been chiseled by a master artist. Lois Lane's mouth dropped open as she stared at the long, girthy monster of a cock. It looked like the kind of prick she had dreamed of, when she had first imagined what cocks were like, before she'd ever had sex and thought that size was everything. It was pointed straight at her dripping, dribbling fuckhole...

...and it was hollow.

A small, thin tube extended from the sperm-slit, back down the center of the thing. It was like seeing the urethra, or what Lois had imagined a urethra would look like if a cock was transparent. When the transparent cock was directly in line with her pussy, Lex Luthor stepped forward. Lois Lane winced as she saw his small, discolored pecker try to align...and then with a grunt the internal end of the tube pierced the madman's urethra.

She could still see his prick, barely, through the transparent base of the prick. He moved forward with a mechanical wheeze, the unseen arm that held the transparent cock sleeve in place and locked on topic assisting him as it moved toward the reporter's ultra-fertile twat...and Lois realized that the transparent tube was nothing more or less than a transport system to help guide Lex Luthor's semen from his pathetic prick to her hungry womb.

"Prepare for the fucking of your life, Lois Lane!" Luthor declared, veins throbbing in his temples.