A Weapon Against Superman

"With the right mental programming and regimen of yellow sunlight absorption, Lois Lane could be as powerful as Superman—with combat training, she could be deadly! And she is one of the few people he won't dare to fight back against. All we need is to get her to submit to the programming..." Lex Luthor said.

The tech frowned. "Then...why does it matter that she has a cock, or how big it is?"

The bald head turned from the screen. The green eyes glared down at the technician.

"How else," Luthor said slowly. "Is she supposed to **** his ass bloody?"

The billionaire scientist stood there, bald ahead agleam, face fixed with the almost religious fanaticism of the idea that burned in his brain. For a moment, it was as though he stared straight past the technician without seeing him at all, his mind's eye fixed on some vision of Lois Lane as a muscle-bound futanari goddess of destruction, Superman a crumpled and crying shape bent over before her...only to crawl back to Lois so that she could in turn be degraded and abused by an endless conga line of Black dick. His mouth twitched as this vision played out again in his mind, as it must have done many times before Lois Lane had ever come out...

The technician blinked. He didn't have a good answer for Luthor's question. But he did have one final question of his own.

"Then...why the programming to make her sexually excited by Black men? Why is that necessary?"

Luthor's eyes narrowed. "Because I want to see her ass filled with Black cock. Obviously."

The technician's eyes widened, and Lex Luthor stared him down, until the tech turned back to his console and pretended to busy himself with his work. Now with the added realization that Lex Luthor was hopelessly insane, erratic, and put the "mad" into "mad scientist"—but was no less dangerous for all that.

"Enough! I want Lois Lane to have a massive throbbing erection, and I want it now!" Lex roared, and stabbed at the screen to intensify Lois Lane's mental programming.