End: Lex Luthor Has To Make Her

"You know, Lex, I've given this due thought," the reporter said. "And that's why, after searching my feelings and considering our history and how much trust I have in your word, I have to say go fuck yours—"

Lois Lane never finished her little speech. Luthor had already flooded the room with gas when her biometrics had indicated refusal. His bald head shook as Lois crumpled softly to the floor. Everyone always made things so much more difficult than they had to be. If only they did as they were told, it would all be so much better.

Fortunately, there were some people he could rely on.

"Mercy?" He said. "Autoinsemination procedure."

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Mercy Graves said, the bodyguard turning and heading through the door.

Five minutes later, Mercy re-emerged...in the same chamber as Lois Lane, suited up in a full exposure suit with its own independent air supply. A LexCorp design, good for underwater and even light vacuum operation. Moving to where Lois Lane lay, the bodyguard lifted the reporter's cock.

It took both hands.

"It's...heavy," Mercy's voice came through the speakers. "And warm. I can feel it through the gloves."

"Elevated body temperature. Well within expectations," Luthor said. "While it's flexible, press the head of the penis against her vagina. Other subjects have shown Kryptonian breeding instincts should still be present while in a **** state."

"Right," Mercy bent down, lifting the huge cock up to find the slit between Lois Lane's legs.

Utterly unprepared for when the cock struck, like a cobra, the purple head smashing into the faceplate hard enough to crack it. Mercy's vision was replaced with a spiderweb of cracks, smeared with precum...and a weird, chemical odor came to her nostrils.

Instinctively, Mercy grappled with the dick. It pushed and pulled, amazingly flexible and inhumanly strong. The reporter's **** form lay there unmoving, the cock moving on its own...

"Mercy, your suit is compromised," Luthor ordered. "Get out of there. That's an order!"

The bodyguard dropped the cock and moved to stand...but the snake-like dick wrapped around her ankle, and the unbalanced Mercy Graves fell on her face. With impressive strength, the cock coiled, slithering up Mercy's leg, dragging Lois Lane along behind her.

Mercy kicked once, hard, at the encroaching prick...but her booted heel simply bounced off the swollen head. Instead, Mercy turned to crawl away....but the door seemed to grow fuzzy as the narcotic gas, seeping through her damaged mask, began to affect her. Mercy struggled helplessly as the **** body of Lois Lane was hauled up antil it was lying half-across her...and then she felt it.

Something warm and hard, pressed against the crotch of her suit. The pressure building inexorably, forcing the material to buckle. She wasn't sure how, but the Kryptonian cock could smell or sense her pussy...and Mercy feebly grasped for a door that was just out of reach as the cock burst through the material of her suit.

Mercy Graves' scream as it violated her trailed off as the narcotic gas finally rendered her ****. Lex Luthor stood there, the lab technicians looking at each other as her **** moans filled the room. The reporter's Kryptonian cock plunged in and out of Mercy Graves, over and over...and finally it stopped.

"Mr. Luthor," a technician said. "Sensors indicate a heat transfer. We believe ejaculation has been achieved."

"I can see that, idiot," Luthor pointed to one of the cameras, which had zoomed in on where the huge cock was lodged in Mercy Graves' violated suit. White, liquid, thick as latex, oozed from the stuffed slit.

"Obviously, the Kryptonian instincts are stronger than I had anticipated," Luthor said. He chewed over his options for a moment. "Keep the chamber flooded with gas. Lois Lane's transformations should revert when the red kryptonite effect wears off. Then, we can safely remove her...with an amnestic treatment, a cab can carry her back to her apartment with little more than a lost weekend. No memories of this operation whatsoever."

"But, sir...the red kryptonite exposure lasts up to 48 hours. If we leave Miss Graves in there, it could...ejaculate inside of her again. Repeatedly. Insemination would be almost assured."

"Yes," Luthor said, as he took out a handkerchief to wipe the perspiration from his dome. "It will be gratifying to obtain some positive result from this experiment."

Lois Lane shifted in her sleep. She dreamed of strange crystal spires, and women that wore nothing but their capes and boots, of a red sun that hung over them all like an omen of doom. Found herself on her knees,s troking an impossibly huge cock...and when she ejaculated, what came forth was not cum but a fleet of small golden rocket-ships, each one containing a baby meant to champion some other world, far out in space...

...and the dreams are what Lois remembered, when the cabby shook her awake. It was Monday morning, and the last thing Lois remembered was getting ready for her night out. Her head ached, and she felt oddly dehydrated...a terrible taste in her mouth...sore in odd places. Stumbling out of the cab, the reporter tried to come up with something to fill in the gap, but it was if she had been asleep the whole time.

What happened on my night out? Lois Lane wondered...but those memories were gone.