End: Lex Luthor Is Cockblocked

One moment, all systems were go. Lex Luthor grinned at the displays on his faceplate. All the varieties of Kryptonite at his disposal, all the power at his command, and three ****, drunk cunts just primed and waiting for...

Then every display suddenly went on the fritz. Silent alarms blared. The servo-motors in the suit seized up, and a moment before things went dark, an image popped up before his gaze. The masked face of the hero Steel.

"I've been monitoring your little project Luthor—and this is low, even for you. I'm not going to let you **** those ladies. I've seized control of your armor. Shut you down. You're trapped there, until we pick you up. I hope you enjoying watching—because that's all you get to do tonight."

Desperately, Luthor wiggled within the now-rigid confines of his armor, struggled to find the manual release...which wasn't there. As all the screens and systems shut down except one, Lex Luthor watched through the camera as Lois Lane and her lovers continued their orgy.

They couldn't even hear his screams of frustration.

What can three horny women do together? Whatever their imaginations can come up with. For the rest of her life, Lois Lane would remember being face-down in Maria's pussy, ass in the air as Mercy Graves stuck three fingers in her ass and cunny at the same time. Would remember sucking Mercy's tongue as they embraced on the toilet, pussies rubbing against each other's thighs. On her knees, sucking on Mercy's clit as Maria buried her tongue in Mercy's ass, the muscular bodyguard moaning like a bitch in heat as she reached a long-delayed climax.

Then after, as they washed their hands in the sink, and the playful feeling hadn't yet worn off. The soft kiss of Mercy's lips on her shoulderblades. The bodyguard's hand slipping down the waistband of the reporter's tight red pants. Maria had said her goodbyes, to meet up with friends later, and then it was just the two of them.

For so long, they had been practically enemies. Even now, Lois knew, Mercy's primary loyalty lay with Lex Luthor—whereever he was. However, just tonight she saw another side of Mercy. Playful. Human. Clingy.

"I have a confession to make," Mercy said, as Lois stared into the mirror above the sink. The bodyguard had slid in behind her, chin on the reporter's shoulder, hands at her waist. "I...don't want to stop."

Lois grinned. She gave a little booty-bump against Mercy's crotch. Then the reporter's face got serious.

"Well...I'll say this. I've got a bottle of vodka at my place. Some lube. And a few toys. But if you're going to stay over tonight, I'm going to fuck you raw. Think you can handle that, Graves?"

Mercy grinned savagely. "You bet your ass, Lane."

So the night out became a night in. With shots poured. Porn blaring on the television for ambience. Lois Lane finally got the chance to use her favorite dildo on someone else...and the anal beads she had never had the courage to try. Both women discovered something about themselves that night. On the bed, sweaty, drunk, wrapped together eyes closed as their tongues twined.

Lex Luthor, trapped in his suit, never heard Mercy Graves scream out Lois Lane's name. Never saw them cuddle, exhausted and sore, in the darkness before dawn. Or how tenderly Mercy looked at the reporter and whispered: "We have got to do this again sometime."

No, Luthor was being carted off, still in his power armor, to a very special prison. In time he would escape—but that is another story.