End: Mercy Graves Is There To Fuck Lois Lane

Lois Lane wasn't sure for a moment if Mercy Graves was here to fuck Lex Luthor or her. The bodyguard, in her obscenely short tunic, paused to reach into an urn. She drew forth a handful of olive oil and began to massage it into the ivory strap-on—and then, only then, did Mercy raise her eyes and meet the reporter's gaze.

That's when Lois knew.

The dickgirl reporter struggled against her bonds. The marble columns did not budge, the straps were too secure about her wrists. Given time, Lois had no doubt that she could work free, but Lex Luthor sucking her cock was distracting her...and then Mercy Graves stepped behind the reporter. The hard, greased shaft of Mercy's pole rubbed between the reporter's splayed legs.

"You wanted to be the hero, Lois," Mercy said. "You were willing to sacrifice yourself to save Maria. Only Maria doesn't need saving. She's quite a good actress, don't you think? Convinced you. Got you all hot and bothered. Now you're LexCorp property. Just another laboratory animal to further science. And it's time for your first extraction."

The reporter's teeth bit into her gag. Her tongue was pinned against the floor of her mouth, and all Lois could make was a muted, unintelligible noise. She cinched her eyes tight as the blunt, rounded tip of Mercy's strap-on slid easily between her pussy lips...and immediately, the dickgirl's balls tensed as an unexpected pressure pressed against her.

"Normally, the male prostate is accessed through the anus," Mercy whispered in the reporter's ear. "But dickgirls? We can fuck them in the pussy or the ass, and put pressure on their prostate. Just need to find the right angle..."

Lois wanted to squirm away from her. Or thrust back and twist away. Yet she was stuck between a hot mouth and a hard cock. Her body betrayed her as the pleasure of being sucked off and the pleasure of being fucked mixed and mingled. In between those two forces, the tension in her body built and built beyond anything Lois had ever experienced. It was more intense than when she had fucked Maria. More intense than anything...and though Lois tried to endure it, her traitorous body could do nothing as it was pushed and pulled between the two.

Until she was sent over the edge.

One hard thrust from Mercy Graves set Lois Lane's balls to bang against Lex Luthor's chin—and this time he held it there, her cock as deep into his throat as it could go. Sucked hard, until his cheeks hollowed out...and Lois Lane exploded.

She could feel the fiery line of her jizz as it tore through her urethra. Her balls jumped up and down against Luthor's chin. Lois would have screamed into her gag, but for a moment she simply sagged, her legs gave out, and only the bonds held her in place. The eruption of jizz as it came out of the head of her cock was as if a piece of her soul was torn out of her.

And Lex Luthor swallowed it all. Eyes glazed. Bald head damp with sweat. He swallowed and swallowed, milked her dry, and held it there until the exhausted reporter could breathe again, until her cock softened...and Lois sobbed gently as he slurped the last vestige of seed from her urethra, until her spit-shined cock hung limp and powerless over her hairless ballsack.

"That was...most satisfactory," Luthor said, with a smack of his lips. "I think we'll keep this one, Mercy."

"As you order, Cumperator," Mercy Graves said, as she panted slightly, still in character.

God...damn...fucking...nerds... Lois Lane thought as she hung limp and sated.

Defeated.

She had begun the night with high aspirations to find some missing women and save them. Now, thanks to Lex Luthor, she had a dick and balls, had ejaculated into a man's mouth while getting fucked hard, and discovered that the women were guinea pigs for some billionaire's bizarre fascination with guzzling Kryptonian cum straight from the spigot.

And now I'm the spigot, Lois thought as her eyes fluttered heavily.

It became impossible to hold her head up, and it lolled on her shoulder, even as she hung painfully by her wrists, unable to stand. Soon, Mercy would have to pull her down. Soon she could sleep...maybe escape... As she drifted off to sleep, Lois Lane thought about all the choices she had made that had led to this point, all the decisions where she could have zigged instead of zagged. A part of her wondered what would have happened if she had chosen differently.

Yet she would never know now. Her night out was over.