End: Call A Tech To Pick Up Some Kryptonite

"One for return," Maria said, as she buzzed into the intercom. When she released the button the young woman turned nervously toward the dickgirl reporter. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Lois Lane tapped at her phone. The tip of her dick stuck out of the top of her pants, and she could see her own one-eyed trouser snake stare at her in the gap between her phone and her body. It was something the reporter thought she'd have to get used to...but in fact, Lois realized she was already used to it.

Having a dick is easy, Lois said. I just want to point it at a hole and fuck all the time. No wonder guys are such horndogs.

The reporter put the phone away as a sound came from behind the door. The lab tech was coming.

The door opened...and Lois Lane's plan went to shit as instead of the unarmed, easily-cowed lab tech she had been expecting, Mercy Graves strode forward with a tazer in her hand.

"Graves!" Lois said as she dropped back, hands raised—but Lex Luthor's bodyguard was too swift for her. She stepped forward, the tazer came up in an underarm arc...and the reporter froze as it stabbed right at the exposed glans of her prick.

"Are you going to cooperate, Lane?" Mercy said. "Or am I going to have to damage the merchandise?"

Lois Lane's mouth was a grim line. It was a bad position, but she knew Mercy Graves was more than capable of carrying out her threat. So she gave a little node of assent.

"Good. Maria, take the cuffs from my belt and cuff Miss Lane here behind her back," Graves ordered.

"She fucked me in the ass!" Maria said.

"We know. We've been monitoring your entire...interaction," Graves gave a little smile. "You fuck good, Lane. I might have to try you myself, sometime. If Mr. Luthor allows, of course. That dick is now LexCorp property."

The handcuffs snapped into place on the reporter's wrists. Her dick throbbed against the metal prongs of the tazer. Held at cockpoint, Lois Lane was led through the door, into an elevator. Mercy slammed a button, and the door shuttered close. The dickgirl reporter kept a poker face as she looked Mercy in the eye.

"You won't get away with this, Graves," Lois said. "People will notice I'm missing. They'll come looking. Your boss won't like that attention."

"Mr. Luthor knows what he's doing," Mercy snapped. "He's the smartest man alive. While you're just a chick with a prick thinking with her dick!"

"That almost rhymed," Lois said, cattily. "Did you think that up yourself, or did Lex whisper it in your ear?"

"Elevator cuts off the signal," Mercy said as she pressed the tazer hard against the sensitive flesh of Lois Lane's cock. "No one can see or hear what happens. I can do whatever I want to you here."

The reporter allowed herself a grin. Just a little one. It unnerved Mercy more than any threat or barb. It was the promise that Lois knew something she didn't.

Like the fact that Mercy hadn't taken Lois Lane's smartphone. Which had reached out to the reporter's contacts in the superhero community. Even as they spoke, the Justice League was stirring...in Gotham, in Central City, here in Metropolis...and whoever was on watch duty would have just seen Lois Lane's signal get lost.

By the time the elevator doors opened, the building shook as if struck by the hand of an angry god.

That'll be Superman, Lois thought. My hero.

Down below was all shiny chrome, gleaming clean and antiseptic. Nude women with strange deformities pressed their faces against the bars of their cells as Lois was **** past. One woman had transparent skin, the muscles and blood vessels clearly visible; by the blonde hair, Lois guessed that was Diana Reynolds, one of the missing women. A small Asian woman with a blue streak through her hair stood awkwardly, massive breasts pushed against the bars, each as big as a basketball. A hairy, ape-like woman with golden fur all over her body and heavy brows clung to the bars by hands and feet.

Mercy frowned as the building shook again, lights flickered.

It was all the distraction Lois needed.

Mercy wasn't a tall woman, about Lois Lane's own height, give or take an inch. There was a satisfying crunch of broken cartilage as the reporter slammed her forehead into the bodyguard's nose, but little chance of driving it up into her brain. Blood spurted, and Mercy instinctively clicked the trigger of the tazer...but Lois had already pulled back, and the electric charge zapped on open air.

A sturdy kick in the crotch sent the bleeding, wounded Mercy Graves staggering back toward the bars of the ape-woman's cage...who caught the woman and held her with inhuman strength, and twisted her arm until the tazer dropped to the ground.

By the time the doors opened again and Batman strode forth, with a red blur that might have been the Flash, Lois had gotten the keys to the cuffs from Mercy's pocket and Maria had unlatched the reporter's cuffs.

The clean-up went fast after that. The women were rescued, although Batman wasn't sure how to reverse what was done to them. Superman was happy to see Lois...and she was happy to see him, as her bulge rubbed against his own, aching for release. It had only been a few hours since she had cum last, yet already Lois could feel the splooge build up inside of her.

"Hey," Lois asked shamelessly. "How about a blowjob?"

Maria became the star witness in the case against LexCorp. Mercy Graves was hauled off to prison. Batman secured the kryptonite. Lex Luthor got away, to pester them some other day.

And on her bed in her own apartment, Lois Lane laid back and watched the sun rise through her balcony window as the Man of Steel sucked her cock, his own prick hard as his namesake. She'd take care of that, in time...but for right now, she ran her hands through his short black hair, let her hips thrust as she fucked his face, the suction from his super-lips absolutely divine...and when she finally burst, all that dickgirl cream emptired into a throat that swallowed it greedily.

"Fuck me," she whispered to herself as he sucked the last drop from her urethra.

"If you insist," Superman said, face flushed, with a shy grin.

There was a little white dribble at the corner of his mouth. Lois reached forward and wiped it into his lips with her index finger. He sucked the stray drop of sperm while staring deeply in her eyes...and despite the fact that she had just cum, her arching cock twitched.

It was the end of Lois Lane's night out...and the beginning of a beautiful relationship.