Cunthugger

"The xenomorph mating cycle is predicated on ambush. The ovomorph 'hatches' when in proximity to the victim, releasing the creature...which is little more than a mobile delivery system, like a sperm. Unlike a sperm, it is complex, dangerous, and has a rudimentary nervous system. It's first instinct from the moment of release is to pounce on its prey, find an orifice, and latch on."

Luthor was sweating, Lois could see it on the video screen. He was being deadly serious about all this.

"So what you need to do is...present yourself to it. Then walk toward it, slowly. Keep your mouth closed and don't scream."

The overmorph rustled, ever so slightly.

"And this thing won't hurt me?" Lois asked.

"It will grip on tightly, but it won't try to harm the host."

Lois let out a breath...then turned to face the large, egg-shaped object, and began to walk. The scene on the screen in front of her shifted to an overhead view, so she could watch herself in the act.

In Lex's Lab

"Cunthugger drone is online, sir." Mercy whispered. Her hands grasped the joysticks. "Ready to deploy as soon as Lane is in range."

"Good," Lex said. The whole scenario was ridiculous—the cunthugger biomechanical drone and its ovomorph delivery system ludicrous Hollywood props for the procedure they had planned—but worth it, if only to see Lois Lane's cooperation with their plans. Let her believe in 'aliens' a little longer. He chuckled to himself. Very soon, she will have more important matters on her mind.

"I'm glad I got practice with those other four women, sir," Mercy said out loud. They were both watching the screen as Lois grew closer to the delivery pod, step by step. She licked her lips. "This will be fun."

"Yes," he said. "But stay focused. We'll celebrate afterwards." He checked a reading. "She's almost in position, but her stats are less than optimal. We can't have a dry entry, can we? Let's give her a few more instructions..."

Back in the White Room

Lois had positioned herself directly before the ovomorph, her legs almost touching the two-foot egg-shaped object. She could almost see something moving inside of it.

"Lois," Lex's voice came back on screen, though the image on the screen shifted to directly in front of the reporter, focused on her slit as it hovered in front of the alien object. "You're almost in position. But you need to...prepare yourself."

Lois blushed to see herself on screen like that. "What do you mean?"

"The creature is going to penetrate you quite harshly. Any struggle or resistance can result in ****. You need to spread your vagina with your fingers."

"Like...this?" Lois said. On screen she watched herself spread her labia with her fingers. The curtain parted to reveal her pink tunnel.

"Good. Now, you need to...stimulate yourself."

"What!?"

"You want lubrication, and the scent of your sexual fluids should encourage the creature to emerge and go into the proper orifice. Try not to make too much noise."

"Damn you, Luthor." Lois hesitated...but she was already displaying herself in front of an alien egg.

Spreading her labia apart with one hand, the reporter reached down with her other and gently ran her finger up and down her slit. She didn't want to look down at the egg-thing before her. It's cross-shaped opening was almost vaginal in appearance by itself, and she didn't want to think about what would be coming out of it. Her mind flashed on the dead, burst women from the film, a shiver ran down her spine...but she was getting wetter...

Lois looked up at the screen, which had focused in on her spread pussy. Up and down, up and down she rubbed it. Tried to disassociate herself from the process. That wasn't her up there. It was another woman. A slut in some sci fi porn feature, jilling off over an alien egg, probably to be **** before the end of the scene. Lois felt her body heat rise as the blush spread, still staring at the screen, at herself rubbing and rubbing. She remembered what Lex had said, about not making a sound, and kept her lips closed, but a little moan came through clenched lips as her finger slipped a little into her depths. Drops of moisture fell from her open pussy and onto the side of the ovomorph...

In Lex's Lab

"Now," he said, watching the screen.

The flaps of the egg fell open along their hidden hinges. Lois wasn't even looking down at the coiling mass of the biomechanical drone which had cost Luthor over ten million dollars to develop.

"I'm moving," Mercy said. Her own screen, microcams mounted to the front of the drone, was centered on the reporter's pelvis. She flicked the joysticks forward in a single quick, smooth motion. The image shifted rapidly. Lex turned to his own scream, saw Lois eyes open in stark fear as the strange prop, like two alien hands joined together, leaped forward. Her hands rose up defensively as the strong "fingers" gripped onto her hips, the tail coiling automatically around her thigh, drawing the underside in closer...

"Appendages locked," Mercy said, as Lois seemed at a loss with what to do with the alien thing that gripped her like a strange chastity belt.

Mercy's viewpoint shifted to the camera mounted on the underside of the cunthugger drone. A red crosshairs filled the screen. She worked the controls as the drone's proboscis extended—a flexible tube like a chicken neck in size. "Target acquired," as the crosshairs flashed green—and jolted forwards, up and into the soft vaginal canal.

In the White Room

Lois grunted as the alien penetrated her. She knew this was coming. Knew that she had practically invited it, following Luthor's instructions. What she hadn't counted on was being so...turned on. Her face burned with lust and shame. She could feel the creature's...thing...crawling up her, slowly extending. Brushing against the buttplug still in her ass through the thin walls of her vagina. When would it stop? What would it do when it got there?

"Lois? How are you doing?" Luthor's voice came through.

"I've got a snatch full of alien wing-wong, Lex," she snapped. "How do you think I'm doing?"

"I need you to describe what you're feeling. The creature's depositor should stop short of your cervix. There may be some discomfort."

"It's...it's deep. Deeper than anything I've ever had. It's not going very fast, but...steady. I...I think...it's almost there." She laid a hand on her stomach, just above her pubic hair. "I can feel it there. So hard and..."

"Lois, I want you to lie down," he said, in a tense but controlled tone, "and raise your hips. That position should ease the penetration and minimized discomfort."

"Okay..." She lowered herself carefully to the floor, trying not to watch the thing that gripped her. The skin was slimy, smooth, but bony and hard as iron. She wondered how Superman had dealt with these things. Heat vision, probably. Zap the bastards from afar, watch them burn...

Feet and shoulders flat on the floor, Lois raised her hips off the ground, hands on her lower back to help hold her up. Lex was right, this did help, at least a little. Lois saw her nipples standing proud and erect.

"I feel...something..." Lois said. "The thing in me is...starting to pulse. I can feel something moving through it. Something warm." She bit her lip as a sudden pressure spread her cunt lips and began to make its way down her channel. "It's...stretching me a little." Her pussy was dripping onto the floor. Why am I so excited about this?

In the Lab

"Primary package delivered," Mercy said, with a tone of satisfaction.

"Giver her another," Lex said. "She can take it."