End: Lena Luthor

The wheels of a chair. A pair of knees that poked out from beneath a fairly conservative skirt. A woman that leaned over, her red hair, the lines of her face so much like her brother's, the vivid blue-green eyes the exact same shade.

Lena Luthor, sister of Lex Luthor.

It was the same face that Lois Lane saw as the woman peeled back an eyelid and flashed a bright light into her eye. Instinctively, Lois flinched away. The light winked out, to leave purple-and-blue splotches on the reporter's vision.

"How do you feel?" Lena said, her voice carefully neutral.

Lois Lane sat up, took stock of her surroundings. She was clean, but naked, and lay on a low hospital bed in what looked like an interrogation room at a police station...one heavy door which was the only way in or out, bright white lights, a mirrored window beyond which anyone might be watching. Everything else was bare concrete, done up in off-white pastels.

"Naked," Lois said. "Why am I here?"

"You were sexually assaulting a LexCorp employee," Lena Luthor said. Her wheelchair, an advanced design that had about as much carbon fiber as a supercar, was pulled up alongside the reporter's bed. Lois noticed that Lena Luthor's pale blonde hair was done up in a bun, and she work a white lab coat over the dark purple business dress. "You were sedated and brought here to calm down. Maria, by the way, has decided not to press charges."

The reporter sat up on the bed. Her cock was stiff—sensitive—her first experience dealing with morning wood.

"What did you people do to me?" Lois asked. The sexual **** claim was bullshit, and the reporter knew it, but she wanted to know what LexCorp was playing at here.

"What you stumbled into was a field test of a new program in body augmentation," Lena said. "When you got drunk and seduced our employee, you were accidentally exposed to a variety of red kryptonite that interacts with a combination of nanites and genetically tailored retrovirus. In layman's terms, your body is changed so that the red kryptonite affects you as it would a human."

Lois frowned. Despite the technicalese, she grasped all that—although she was also sure that Lena wasn't telling the whole truth. Lois hadn't been exposed to any retroviruses before coming to this club, and she was damn sure that Maria was acting under orders.

"So why did you want me to grow a cock?" Lois asked.

Lena's hands went to her wheels. She rolled herself backward a few feet, so that, turned to her side, her chin was just a hair above the reporter's prick.

"I want to walk again," Lena said simply.

Lois blinked. "What?"

Lena reached out with her hand and grasped the reporter's cock. Lois sat back, shocked at the coolness of her hands.

"You can feel that, can't you? It's because the red kryptonite process can cause the body to grow new nerves—such as, for example, a damaged spinal cord, or major nerve damage to the arms and legs."

"Okay," Lois said. She was keenly aware of how tightly Lena held her dick. "Point made Is there a reason why you're still touching my cock?"

The blonde smirked. "Don't you enjoy it? What about if I did this?"

The woman in the wheelchair leaned over. A part of Lois wanted to stop her, but another part of her held her in place as a pink tongue extended past those lips and licked the soft, sensitive underside of Lois' cock, all the way up to the glans.

"I'll be forthright with you, Miss Lane. We've had some difficulties with the project. None of our volunteer test subjects so far have been stable. But we ran some tests while you were ****. Your DNA has accepted the Kryptonian graft like it was made for it. So we'd like to offer you a deal."

"These 'volunteers,'" Lois said. "Let me guess..." and she rattled off the names of the women who had gone missing.

Lena Luthor didn't blink. Nor did she let go of the reporter's cock. Her hand clutched the reporter's joystick firmly but not so hard as to injure it.

"Yes. You can interview them of course, later. Provided you'll assist us."

"How?" Lois asked, still mystified at what Lena wanted from her.

"The retrovirus mutated in your system. That's why the change is stable. That's what we—I—need if we're going to make this process work," Lena Luthro pursed her lips. "I need to be exposed to it. Intimately. Probably repeatedly. Unprotected sexual intercourse is the most efficient method."

Lois frowned as she parsed this out.

"You want to suck my cock."

"I will pay you to suck your cock," Lena said. "As many times as it takes. With the usual nondisclosure agreements and all."

That involved a bit of haggling. Lois Lane wasn't sure she could trust LexCorp or the Luthors, but the financial terms were generous, and like her brother, when Lena Luthor wanted something she could be very persuasive. The fact that she never let go of Lois Lane's cock for an instant, and in fact slowly stroked the rock-hard erection throughout the negotiations, probably had much to do with Lois Lane's eagerness to conclude this bit of business.

"...per encounter, double if vaginal or anal penetration is involved..." Lena read off the documents that had been delivered. The reporter was barely listening. Pale precum ran freely down from her piss-slit, and a pulsing presence had made itself known between her legs.

The reporter's pen scratched a hasty signature.

"...and initial here, this removes LexCorp from any indemnity in the case of a conception event..."

Lois scribbled. She didn't even look at the paperwork. her whole cock felt like it was on fire. Her eyes were fixed on the woman's soft, pink, glossy lips.

"...and initial here if you authorize us to extract semen from you while you're asleep or otherwise unable to give consent..."

Lois scribbled, and dropped the pen. Her hands clamped onto Lena Luthor's hair bun, and half pulled her out of her chair. Lena didn't fight it, her pink lips opening wide to swallow the head of Lois Lane's cockhead whole. Teeth scraped against the top and bottom of the cock, but the hot, wet mouth clamped tight and Lois Lane shook as her first contractually-obligated load erupted into the blonde's mouth.

Which Lena swallowed gratefully and greedily.

Using her arms, Lena pulled herself up onto the bed, her useless legs trailed behind. The reporter shifted herself back onto the bed, knocking the paperwork onto the floor as she made room for the disabled woman.

Which is how, at the end of her night out, Lois Lane found herself with her legs drawn up, Lex Luthor's sister licking her new cock clean. The first terrible, **** need to cum not finished, the cock began to wilt...but Lena Luthor clamped her fingers tight around the bae and industriously licked at the head.

"I expect," the blonde said. "At least two more loads before you leave."

Lois Lane was not prepared to object.