End: Lex Luthor Does Not Catch Them Fucking

Brainwashing, even with Lex Luthor's advanced technology and ****, took time. Superman's nemesis had many projects ongoing at any one time, and Lois Lane had been left in the capable hands of the one person on this planet he implicitly trusted: his sister, Lena Luthor. Which all added up to one thing...

...Lena could ride Lois Lane's fat new Kryptonian cock all night long if she wanted.

So she did.

The disabled woman's useless legs dangled across Lois Lane's hips as Lena gyrated her long-ignored pussy on the hard shaft. While she might not be able to use her legs and was often required a wheelchair to get around, Lena was still a full-blooded woman—with all the sexual desires of one. Of course if she had said anything to Lex, he would have arranged for sex partners for her—but Lena didn't want her brother to act as her pimp. She wanted her own lovers...and absent that, Lois Lane's semi-conscious form would do very nicely indeed.

"Fuck you're thick," Lena said as she twisted around to face the reporter, whose head was trapped in the brainwashing helmet. "Bet you can feel that tight pussy even through your programming though, can't you? I swear, Lex may want you as his personal secretary, but this dick is wasted on him—"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Lena bit her tongue. She arched her back and stared down at her lower abdomen...she could actually see the distension where the reporter's dick stretched her out from inside. Placed her hand on it and rubbed it. Within the hypnotic trance of her programming, Lois moaned...and the cock throbbed. Lena watched in fascination as a white trickle oozed out of her pussy and down the cock.

Lena pulled out her smartphone and began to tap away. Lex wouldn't be back for hours, but she would still have to act fast...

The alarm sounded on Lex Luthor's phone—swiftly followed by Lena's ringtone. He answered immediately.

"What happened!?" he said.

"Superman! Somehow he found out...he's in the lab! I've set the self-destruct...I'm in the escape tunnel..." Lena said breathlessly.

"I'm glad you're safe," Lex said. "What about Lane?"

"I checked the lab before I left, the table was empty..." Lena said.

Lex grunted. "Probably she escaped. Perhaps she even contacted the alien. Well, no matter. Proceed to the safe house. I'll contact you after cleanup is over," he paused, then added. "I love you."

"Love you too, Lex," Lena said, and ended the call.

In the safe house, Lois Lane remained tied to the mobile hospital bed that Lena had rigged up. The mental reprogramming device was still in place, but Lena had already altered the programming. She wheeled her chair over to Lois side, reached over and gave the titanic cock a proprietorial squeeze.

"You wouldn't have been happy as Lex's secretary anyway," Lena whispered. "But I'll take good care of you and your dick. I'll be your perfect little cumdump. We'll be so happy..."

Lena leaned over, and bent the half-hard cock so that she could give it a little kiss...which led to her licking the monstrous cockhead, her slim pink tongue sliding into the pisshole...and before Lena knew it, she lifted herself out of the chair again, wet and sore and **** to get that cock back into her cunt where it belonged.

That was how Lois Lane's night out ended...her cock half-stuffed inside Lena Luthor's cunny, as Superman and Lex Luthor both looked for the reporter...unaware of how completely strange the reporter's night out had been...and it would be days of hypnotic re-programming before the reporter would find out for herself.

Yet at least a part of Lois was happy.