End: Maria Does That...But They Do Not Escape

Orgasms can be elusive for women. On her own, with her fingers, in the right mood, climax can often be achieved in a few minutes; at least a small one, enough to sate the desires for a moment. With a partner, all things are more interesting and complicated. The simply plunge of Lois Lane's inhumanly expanded clitoris in and out of Maria's asshole was not enough to make her cum...and the reporter enjoyed, perhaps, too much the sight of the curvy woman who rolled her hips, one hand between her legs as she rubbed at her clit. The great soft breasts with their stiff pierced nipples heaved...and small hisses came out of that generous mouth...

...but too many minutes past as Maria sought her finish, and the door burst in to catch them in flagrante delicto.

The intruders wore black body armor, gas masks, and had small plastic tasers, and shock-rods. Lois Lane immediately realized the seriousness of the situation, and put on as much bluster as she could manage.

"Do you mind? We're in the middle of something here!" The reporter shouted.

The smallest and slimmest of the intruders stepped forward. She pressed something against the back of Maria's neck, and the naked woman suddenly seized up, eyes fluttered...and then she collapsed on top of Lois, like the world's hottest weighted blanket.

"Not anymore," Mercy Graves said.

Then the black-clad invaders closed in. Lois Lane struggled...shouted orders...screamed for help...but the masked figures were efficient, as from long practice. Swiftly, the reporter was extracted from beneath Maria, bound hand and foot, and carried downward, down long corridors and elevators, past security doors, and finally into something that looked, to the reporter's trained high, like an operating room...where she was strapped down to a cold metal table, legs apart, while bright white lights burst down overhead.

Mercy Graves remained as all the others filed out, their job done...and then, and only then, did Lex Luthor stride in, a white labcoat on, his bald head shiny as though newly polished. He ignored the reporter's questions as, with gloved hands, he examined Lois Lane's massive mutated clitoris.

"Fascinating," he said. "Did you recover the red kryptonite sample that caused this?"

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Mercy said. "I'm still not sure how Maria got access to it."

"Simple," he said, as he shifted his glans to the reporter's labia, his gloved fingers pried apart the lips. "I gave it to her. Her psychological profile suggested she might attempt something like this, and it seemed more likely to snare Lane in a non-clinical setting."

"Lex Luthor, you son of a bitch, get your fingers out of my cunt or I'll...I'll..." Lois trembled in frustration.

Then she squirted.

The bald villain was still at eye-level with the reporter's pink pussy, his fingers had pulled her labia aside to get a better view of her pussy, to trace the extent of the altered clitoris. The hot stream struck him in face, across his eyes, and he instinctively blinked and fell back, clawed at his face...and an idea, strange and terrible, came to Lois.

"Tear off Mercy Graves' mask," Lois said. "And shove her face into my cunny."

Mercy had stepped toward Lex Luthor, to try and help him, when Lois said these words...and then Lex reared up, as Lois Lane's pheromones affected his magnificent brain, and grabbed at Mercy Grave's mask.

The struggle that followed would, in other circumstances, have been interesting for Lois to watch. Lex was taller and stronger than Mercy, but his bodyguard was the better fighter...and she had a vested interest in not hurting her boss. The two struggled through a series of holds...and Mercy swiftly gained the upper hand, and soon had Lex in an arm-bar, bent over the table. The reporter cursed. Her clit throbbed. She felt like she needed to do something...

Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on Lex Luthor, his eyes bloodshot and mad as he struggled with Mercy, with his face mashed into her crotch...and then she saw him go cross-eyes, as her throbbing clit pressed into his face, and his lips opened, his tongue came out to lick it...

"Oh come on Lex, I haven't had a chance to clean that yet!" Lois moaned as she struggled. "It's been up a woman's ass."

Slowly, painfully, Mercy Graves dragged Lex Luthor away from his efforts to fellate the reporter's clit and out of the room.

Which left Lois there, alone, beneath the bright lights.

She sighed. Her clit stood up away from her body, and wobbled softly in the breeze of the air conditioners. A deep, unfulfilled horniness filled her being, and she reflected on all the unexpected twists and turns this night out had taken. In truth, she hadn't thought it would end like this...with a mutant clit and strange pheromone powers she didn't understand, bound to a table...and she let out a very weary sigh.

If I do nothing, she thought, They might leave me here until Lex recovers, and then I'll just be another of his specimens to vivisect. I have to do something.

So she did the only thing she could think of.

"Superman! Help!"

Contrary to what most people thought, calling for Superman was never Lois Lane's first instinct. Normally, she did everything she could to get out of whatever situation she had gotten herself into. Now, however, her options were dim...and as she heard the crash and thunder above, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine how she was going to explain to the Man of Steel why she had such a massive clit...and then she wondered where that piece of red kryptonite was, and what effect it might have on the Last Son of Krypton.

The reporter smiled as the lights flickered. There might be more fun ahead for Lois Lane...but that is a different story.