End: Lex Luthor Wants To Fuck The Xenomorph Queen's Inner Jaws

The team went in armed and armored with long poles tipped with tasers. Lois Lane thrashed in her bonds, mouth open to bear metallic fangs—which is what they were waiting for. Two armored handlers stepped forward, thrusting their poles, a metal circle into those teeth. A titanium alloy that even a full-grown xenomorph queen's jaws could not crush.

"Come on, you big bitch," Mercy Graves said as her team surrounded the captive, thrusting their poles against her sensitive teats. "Open wide..."

She stepped closer, shortening her grip on her own pole, which was tipped with a kind of metal lariat. Staring nto that smooth black expanse that hid the reporter's eyes. It was so hard to imagine that not long ago, this had been the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

Too close. The inner jaw shot out on a hard tube of flesh. The metallic teeth crashed against Mercy's faceplate, breaking the glass...but not before she had raised her pole and looped the lariat around the tiny secondary jaw. No bigger than a human mouth.

Immediately three of her team were behind her, grabbing the back of the pole, and pulled. The queen tried to shake her head, but the bonds didn't give her the leverage she needed. Mercy Graves grinned savagely as the rest of the team went to work...attaching the secondary bond that secured a smaller harness around the protruding tongue-shaft, and from there to the titanium ring lodged in her jaws. Clear, viscous drool drizzled out from the sides of the gaping mouth, but Lois couldn't get her fangs on them.

Mercy herself rammed the silicone-lined tube into the smaller jaw, to prevent the teeth from clamping tight, no matter how they flexed.

"Okay," Mercy said. "Everybody clear the room. L1, ready whenever you are."

Lex Luthor stepped into the enclosure naked. His body showed the effort of long hours at the gym, the best medical care, nutrition, and training that money could buy coupled with an indomitable will. A proof of what human beings could aspire to be, sculpted muscle, and a rigid prick. Medical science had been at work there too. Lex Luthor had investigated every penis-enhancing surgery and technique known, and his nine inches would have put most porn stars to shame.

The fact that his careful studies of Superman's package suggested he still came up short may have factored into Lois Lane's night out.

She tried to hiss as he stepped forward, unafraid, completely trusting in the bonds that held her growing form. After all, he had designed them all. Ran a hand down the smooth carapace growing on her flanks. Raised a hand over his head to grab and squeeze one great grey teat, the dark nipples rubbery and swollen erect. Her tail thrashed, but despite her agitation, the huge, animalistic cloaca began to ooze.

A small ladder was wheeled forward. The tip of his erect prick pressed against the gag that held the reporter's inner jaw opened. Luthor grinned, wondering how many people could even imagine what this felt like. It was one thing to stick your head into a lion's mouth, but if his calculations had been off even a little, then the xenomorph queen's clamping jaw would chomp his manhood off.

Except his calculations were not off. He grabbed the lowermost horns of the Queen's crest and stared into the eyeless expanse of dark skin, knowing that Lois could still sense him.

"I win," he said, as he pushed forward. Driving the head of his cock into the unknown, into the tight throat-within-a-throat of a Xenomorph queen. The tail thrashing in agitation at this unexpected, unprecedented penetration and violation of her being. Luthor grinned hugely as his buttocks flexed, humping her inner throat, pounding fast and hard.

Mercy Graves watched him from the deserted booth. The only one watching. Recording. Amazed once again at what he was capable of. Her fingers rubbing at her slit as she watched with feverish intensity as he fucked the Xenomorph Queen Lois Lane's inner throat.

He grunted with his release, and a shudden went through Lois Lane's body, bonds groaning as she strained with all of her strength to crush or expel that gag holding her jaws open...but Lex Luthor pulled out his length, white jizz dripping out of the violated hole.

Luthor grinned at the sight.

"I think that's enough for the night, Lois. Why don't you rest now...until tomorrow."

Xenomorph Queens cannot scream...but the rattle that followed Lex came from deep in her throat, immense breasts shaking with fury. This was not over...but this chapter of Lois Lane's life was. Her night out ended with her transformed, bound, and violated...and whatever was left of Lois Lane inside of the xenomorph queen knew her **** would be terrible.