A Kryptonite Cunt Buster

The tip of the mechanical cock was tipped by a chip of green crystal...and somehow Lois Lane knew that this was kryptonite, green kryptonite, designed specifically to pierce the hymen of Kryptonians, to weaken them just enough so that the cybercock could plunge into their supple yet invulnerable flesh...and fuck them.

Lois licked her lips. She was shaking with anticipation.

Programming 55%

The cybernetic phallus was responsive to the reporter's will. She could feel it harden and throb, the part of it buried in her pussy vibrating to stimulate her as she lined it up with the blonde's pussy. On the head's up display, it looked to Lois as if Supergirl was presenting herself to her, almost begging to be fucked...the whole world had a pink glow to it, swirling, an audible mantra playing in Lois Lane's ears telling her to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her...and the reporter felt almost as if she was watching someone else as she moved forward, positioning her cybernetic cock at the very entrance of that pink slit.

Programming 60%

Lois Lane could feel the warm heat of the pussy through the cold metal glans of the electromechanical prick. It was a shock to her. Uncertainly, she put her hands on that ass...

This is how you do it, right? Lois found it hard to think with the flashing lights and endless, monotonous whispering in her ears. Living flesh beneath her hands, soft and warm, but the reporter's focus was on her cock. She took a deep breath, aware suddenly that she was about to lose a kind of virginity she didn't know she had.

She pushed forward.

Programming 65%

In the control room, Mercy Graves had gone deep. Luthor's cock tickled the back of her throat, her tongue was sliding down to the smooth skin between his balls. Single-minded purpose had eclipsed her professionalism. He patted her head as a line of drool slid down over his balls, her cheeks sucking in and out, hips humping the floor. Utterly lost.

A holographic image of Lois Lane's brain floated in the air for his perusal, rotating gently. It was mostly green, slowly turning pink as the nanites penetrated and mapped her neural network. The actual changes would be all in the programming...he could see the pleasure centers lighting up as the cybernetic phallus penetrated into the warm cunt in front of her, but a part of her seemed to be resisting the process. Her first experimental thrusts were unsure, hesitant.

Lex Luthor pressed a button. He would have to risk speeding things up.

"Initiating stage three," he said to himself. "And Mercy? Drop your pants and assume the position."