End: Lex Taunts The Man of Steel As He Fucks His Mouth

Not ungently, Lex Luthor pulled the tube from Superman's throat. Already, he could see a certain softening of Superman's features. A plumpness to the lips that hadn't been there before. As a precaution, a visor covered the Kryptonian's eyes to prevent any blasts of heat vision that the sperm factory could muster...and to feed a constant stream of pornography and subliminal programming into the hero's orgasm-weakened brain.

The plump lips smacked, as if eager to be filled. Luthor obliged as he set his cock there...and that incredible suction drew him in immediately, his balls pressed against that dimpled chin, his manhood swollen as though in a penis pump as it lodged in Superman's throat.

"Well, Superbitch. We have a visitor upstairs. Lois Lane. Do you remember her?" The bald man chuckled as he ran his hand through the tousseled black hair of the bound victim. It was definitely getting longer. A part of Luthor's brain wondered what would happen if he began to add estrogen to Superman's feed...if he would get girlier and girlier. A thrill ran up Luthor's spine at the image of the former Superman with huge, fat tits, and a tight ass-pussy, always ready to fuck...

"She had one of my special cocktails," Luthos said. "Just like those other girls. My test subjects. All that Kryptonian DNA. So pliable, with just the right bit of Kryptonite. You know, right this moment, she's having sex with Mercy Graves? By the end of the night I'll have turned her into a raging dyke. Ruined her for men for all time. She won't be able to get off without thinking of cunt."

Which was a slight exaggeration. True, if Luthor captured the reporter and brought her down here for a few intense conditioning sessions, he might turn her. But in truth, the silver kryptonite only lowered her inhibitions. All the sapphic tendencies of Lois Lane had been there before her night out. He had only provided the catalyst to awaken her full bisexual identity.

Though it was one he was sure that Mercy wouldn't mind continuing to explore. He made a mental note to task her with that. Now that he had begun to influence Lois Lane, it was only logical to take the experiment further.

So busy was Luthor's brain that he almost ingored the terrific suction on his lips, until it was too late. With a souldraining groan, her balls tightened against Superman's chin. His cock seemed to swell and the cum was sucked out of him into the vortex of the Kryptonian's gullet. Luthor shuddered as for a moment, all of his plans and thoughts ceased in one moment of perfect release...and then with, all of his strength, he pulled his cock out, as Superman's tongue and lips worked to scrape away every last sperm cell.

The vivid purple and veiny cock, slick with Superman's spit, hung limp over the billionaire's balls like a sated slug as he slid the feeding tube back into place. Lex panted, then reached down to toy with the nipples on Superman's swollen chest.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal, Superslut," Luthor said. "Rest assured...I'll make sure Lois Lane gets all the pussy she can handle. So much lesbian sex that she forgets all about her faggot boyfriend Superman..."

Lost in an orgasmic haze, weak from the red lights, a hose in his mouth that pumped nutritious sludge down into his stomach, Superman could not respond...yet the muscular body shuddered and a soft, subaudible moan rattled through the tube. In his own mind, perhaps, Superman was becoming the bitch that Lex Luthor wished him to be...and somewhere up above, Lois Lane was too busy locked in an embrace with two women, high on silver kryptonite, to rescue him.

Luthor exited the chamber in triumph...yet how long that could last, even he did not know.