End: Lois Lane Is Brainwashed By Pussy

The chair tilted back. Lois Lane blinked as the massive, hypnotic breasts with their terrible light were suddenly lost from view. The reporter blinked. She shook her head to try and clear it...thoughts came sluggishly. The chair continued to tilt until the reporter was completely level...it lowered toward the floor...

...and then a goddess appeared over her.

Mighty Endowed's ass was nowhere near as big as her breasts...but they were still a sizable, fleshy pair of cheeks, like a pair of volleyballs with a thin purple thong running between them, like a lilac stream that cut through a pair of perfect hills. Lois Lane could make out the exoskeleton that surrounded the buttocks...the artificial spine with its protruding metal ribs that no doubt supported the villain's torso, and helped her to hold her massive tits aloft...yet the reporter found her gaze drawn to that perfect ass that hovered over her.

The light that shown from there was subtle. Lois didn't even notice the glow at first, but it was there...like moonlight that reflected the grandeur of the son, yet had a soft radiance unique to itself. It pulsed slowly, the light diffused outward from deep within, not concentrated at any specific point like the massive nipples.

"While most people focus on my breasts," Mighty Endowed's voice came from far away. "My powers are vaster than that. All of my sexual characteristics contain hypnotic potential. My lips...my ass...and especially...my kitty."

A finger pulled the lilac-colored thong away. The light that burned into Lois Lane's eyes was blinding, but Lois felt she couldn't look away.

The reporter had heard, in her life, of people who underwent **** spiritual experiences. Who fell to their knees as they actually saw a saint, or Jesus, or God. Who felt themselves in the presence of something utterly beyond them.

She knew what they felt, now.

The light burned into her very soul. The glowing cunt was more beautiful than anything Lois had ever seen, its labia were the very perfection of pussy, the absolute essence of cunny captured in physical form. Servos whined as Mighty Endowed's knees bent, to bring that holiest of holiest closer to Lois Lane's face, and when the villain reached under her massive breasts to spread her labia with two fingers.

Lois Lane gasped as the light filled her. Her childhood faith in God and Christ, her hardwon atheism and cynicism as an adult were suddenly erased, burned from her brain. Cunt was her new religion, and something bright and hot trickled out of the blinding twat into her mouth, and Lois struggled against her bonds, not to escape but so that she could bring her face closer to that heavenly cunt and do it worship.

"Now, Lois Lane," Mighty Endowed said. "You are under my command..."

The cunny came into contact with Lois Lane's lips...and the reporter spasmed as though she had just snorted the purest cocaine in the world. Every dopamine receptor in her brain went off at once, and her pussy gushed spontaneously and gloriously. She would have gladly died right then and there...but her goddess was talking, the words pounding themselves into her mind, rewriting her brain, pressing new truths into her soul.

Dawn broke over Metropolis, and Lois Lane's long night out would not quite be over. the Mighty Endowed sat on the reporter's face for hours, letting her new pet's tongue play around inside her, to suck at her juices. Lex Luthor looked on with satisfaction. When Lois returned to the Daily Planet, she would do so as his spy...his double agent within Superman's camp...and, as a side-effect of the methodology, a fanatical lesbian.

Lex Luthor smiled to himself. It was an acceptable outcome.