Cyborg Superman

Lois Lane let the door close behind her. It was a small, ornate bedroom. A four-poster bed with dark blue sheets, plush blue carpet like something out of her grandmother's house, a painting on the wall of Leda and the swan, the naked maid welcoming the disguised god. There was the door to a small bathroom, and a small bar topped with black marble. A familiar figure stood before it, pouring a glass of cognac.

The whore-reporter felt her heart leap in her chest as she recognized the red cape and boots, the broad muscular shoulders, the dark hair.

Is this my customer? She smiled and rushed forward, eager to be gathered in the Man of Steel's arms, to be crushed against his chest—to finally free that cock from the crimson shorts—but when Lois was one step away he turned...and Lois saw the cold, dark metal skull that comprised three-quarters of his face, the cold crimson mechanical eye that fixed her gaze.

Lois froze, taken aback. This wasn't Superman...this was the villainous Cyborg Superman!

He moved, with a slight mechanical whirl and hiss. "I...know you."

"I...I don't think so," Lois **** a smile on her face. "I just started here. You're my first customer. I'm sure I'd remember servicing you before."

The cyborg Kryptonian drank the cognac and replaced the glass on the bar.

"Indeed. One of the...disadvantages...of biology is the need for occasional maintenance. Tonight I shall need your assistance." He reached up and unclasped his cape, letting it fall to the floor. "You remind me very much of someone else. Someone I have long desired to...know."

Lois did her best to saunter forward, hiding her nervousness with a leer as she ran a hand down his chest...feeling where the superhuman flesh gave way to hard metal...down to the almost-invisible seam of his pants.

"You, uh...need a lube job?" she joked.

"I have some fluids I need to discharge," his crimson eye regarded her, hard and alien as a surveillance camera. "It's a pity you aren't the one I'm thinking of. She might even enjoy this rare opportunity. You see, she's had quite the fascination with Superman for years."

The whore slipped her fingers into the band of the pants and began to tug them slowly down. There was a bit of relief when she saw the root of an organic prick between the hard mechanical thighs. The woman got on her knees as she slid the shorts down to mid-thigh. She wasn't quite sure what she would do if...

Lois gasped.

Two pricks stood in front of her. The topmost one, flesh and blood, resembled a human penis of generous proportions. Beneath it, a hard, segmented mechanical phallus like a science-fiction dildo. Dangling beneath them both was a cluster of glowing green sacks.

"I have always desired to show Lois Lane that I'm twice the Superman that he is," the cyborg hissed, his hands—one warm flesh, the other cold metal—clapping onto the whore's shoulders. "Now, perhaps, I will get that opportunity."