End: Lois Lane's Gonadotropin

"This really isn't necessary," Lois Lane said. "I'd be more than happy to give you a sperm sample."

The dickgirl had been strapped into the table at gunpoint, Mercy Graves holding the pistol an inch from her head as Lex Luthor tied the straps down...three on each leg, around the ankles and above and below the knee; the same for the arms. Then two, above and below her breasts, so that the small soft palmfuls were squeezed between them. One over the hips, one over the chin, and the last over the forehead...and Lois Lane could hardly wiggle.

"It isn't your sperm we're after," Luthor said. The transformed billionaire had tied her long red hair back in a burette. She had slid gloves over her hands...elegant, feminine hands, the reporter noted...and laid a curved device that looked like a tablet over the reporter's lower abdomen. It flickered on to life, and Lois couldn't see the screen...but she could feel the slight hum of it...and out of the corner of her vision, she could see Lex Luthor pick up a syringe.

"What I'm going to do," Lex said. "Is extract some of your gonadotropin...the sex hormones that your hybrid Kryptonian physiology generates. While mixing exposure to different categories of red kryptonite radiation can have unpredictable and deleterious results, if your hormones are introduced into a body already treated by red kryptonite...like mine...that should trigger a reciprocal reaction."

Lois blinked as she worked through the technobabble.

"Then...why not sample it from Mercy Graves? Isn't she a dickgirl too?"

"How do you think," Mercy Graves said, with slight exasperation in her voice, "we found out about the deleterious effects of mixing red kryptonite exposure? You haven't seen my undercarriage, Lois Lane, but I can assure you, while I have a penis, it isn't...entirely human-standard. Which is fine. I can live with it. But Mr. Luthor would like their own cock back."

"Quite," Lex said. With one hand, the redhead bent the reporter's once-again rigid cock to the side until it touched the strap around the reporter's left thigh. There was a small loop there, which Lex secured around the girth of the prick with a single snap-button. Not terribly secure, the reporter noted.

Down between her legs, Lex Luthor busied herself. The reporter couldn't see what the villain was doing—but she felt the wet wipe of an **** pad on her taint, that bit of smooth sensitive skin between her ass and vagina...and then Lois hissed as the needle slid in.

It was a long needle, and probably the most uncomfortable minute of Lois Lane's life as it slid deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Lex Luthor guided the needle by means of the screen on the reporter's abdomen...some kind of ultrasound screen...and Lois felt nausea hit her as the tip of the needle hit something deep within...and then there was a...suction...

Lex Luthor withdrew the needle slowly. Lois found herself panting, chest strained against the straps. A trickle of blood oozed out of the tiny wound and ran down over her asshole...and that was when Lois Lane put her plan into action.

She flexed her abs. The button snapped as the cock ripped free and struck Lex Luthor's hand. The syringe, laden with its load of quasi-Kryptonian hormones, flew but a short distance...and the long needle buried itself in Mercy Graves' thigh.

"Aagh, fuck!" The bodyguard yelled...and Lois breathed a sigh of relief as the woman, for whom gun safety was instinctive, safetied the weapon and pointed it away from the reporter. Lex rushed around the table to help...and Lois could not see what happened next. Not entirely. The straps prevented her from turning her head, but she heard a roar from Mercy Graves...the sound of ripping cloth...a gasp from Lex...

"Mercy...no...don't!"

Then the redheaded villain was thrown down across the naked reporter. Lois saw Mercy Graves above her as she ripped off her boss's pants...and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the stiff, throbbing thing between Mercy's legs. The reporter shuddered. She was right, it didn't look human at all...but it was also definitely getting bigger.

Just as Lex Luthor's panties snapped, Lois addressed the villain:

"Untie me! I'll help!" Lois hissed.

The billionaire ignored her, tried to struggle...but Mercy had her right arm in an arm bar, the wrist pushed up into her back, only Lex's left arm free...and then Mercy entered her.

The scream filled the reporter's head. Mercy snorted, veins popped out on her neck, overwhelmed with whatever hormones she had been shot up with...and Lex Luthor, never slow on the uptake, quickly fumbled with the reporter's straps.

There were a number of straps holding Lois down, and Lex was working one-handed. The redhead gasped each time Mercy bottomed out inside of her, and Lois shivered as she saw how quickly and savagely the dickgirl bodyguard thrust in and out of the pert pink buttocks of Lex Luthor...

"Out...out of control..." Lex muttered as she struggled to undo enough straps to get Lois free. "H-hormones triggered a Kryptonian mating frenzy...c-could last for hours...hurry!"

There was a hint of something Lois Lane had never imagined in Lex's voice...fear. The reporter shuddered again...but as soon as Lex had free the last strap on her arm, the reporter worked to free herself. It took only a minute or two for Lois to undo the last strap and roll off the table...and Lex was slammed down, tits-first, into the hard metal surface as Mercy Graves continued to bang away.

"Fucking tight! Gonna...gonna cum!" Mercy said, foam at the corners of her lips.

"Mercy Graves, don't you dare!" Lex screeched. "I'm...not on the pill!I order you to..."

The dickgirl's thrust drove the air from Lex Luthor's lungs...and then Mercy held it there and arched her back. Lois Lane saw the hazel eyes roll up into her skull as she emptied herself into Lex Luthor's brand new pussy...and for a moment, Lois wondered if she should grab the gun and shoot Mercy.

Then she remembered the women in the cells.

"I'll go get help!" The reporter promised, and left Lex there as Mercy began to hump her again.

It took a few minutes to find a phone, and another minute to get an outside line. Police descended on the underground facility, as did the Justice League. Lois had time enough to appropriate a labcoat to cover her nudity...but by the time they had arrived, all that was left of Lex Luthor and Mercy Graves were a pair of ripped panties and discarded pants, and a puddle of blood-flecked semen.

"I have a feeling we'll see those two again," Wonder Woman said. "What were they doing here?"

Lois Lane smiled. She had stood stiffly, her fat cock tucked behind her legs, unable to keep her eyes off of the Amazon's star-spangled ass since she had walked in. "Well...I can tell you...or I can show you...why don't you take me back to my apartment? We could have a glass of wine and go over it in detail..."

Later, as Lois Lane looked back on that night and the decisions she had made, she wondered if it was the red kryptonite that had caused her and everyone else to act so out of character...if there was some kind of pheromone or sex madness that came with the changes. Had Lex Luthor fought Mercy Graves with all of her strength? Had Lois Lane fought hard enough when Maria had wanted sex? The reporter didn't have answers to those questions...but as the dawn rose, and she ran her hands through Diana's hair, one thumb on the golden tiara as the Amazon's lips slurped on the dickgirl reporter's hard shaft...and Lois Lane wondered if, even if she knew the outcome, she would have done anything different on her night out.