End: Not If Lois Lane Has Anything To Say About It

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed onto the bead of sperm...and a deep disquiet filled her.

Is this my life? She wondered. To push out geniuses for this midget-dicked simp? Is this all my womb is worth?

Something like righteous rage flickered behind the reporter's eyes. Her pussy flexed, experimentally...and then she twisted her hips, using her bonds as leverage. Lex Luthor, caught off-guard, felt the tube attached to his pathetic, discolored prick go suddenly sideways...and with a cry of pain, the clear tube was torn off his body.

There wasn't even an audible splash as his seed hit the floor.

"What have you done?" Luthor sank to his knees, staring at the few discolored drops that represented his genetic legacy.

"Pouring chlorine in the gene pool," Lois Lane growled.

INSEMINATION FAILED. The computer blurted out...and Lois felt her straps and bonds suddenly release. With a lurch she threw herself forward...and her right knee caught Lex Luthor in the eye.

His bald head hit the floor hard, and stunned as he was, he looked up as the naked reporter stood over him...and the ball of her foot stepped on his dick, the whole weight of her crushing his glans almost flat, toes threatening to shift the weight to his balls.

"You know Lex, it's not that size counts. I don't need some big, thick, delicious slab of man-meat to fill my cunny to the brim," Lois said as she stared down at him as though he was a worm. Wet runnels of lube and pussy juice ran down her naked thighs. "But you are seriously pathetic. Take some viagra. Learn foreplay. Take a girl out to dinner. You're rich! Panties will drop! You know how many bitches would be happy to line up and bend over and let you hump them six times a day just so they can pump out babies for you if you just foot the bill!?"

The reporter's voice had rise a little in volume with each word, until she shouted the last one at the top of her voice. Her entire body quivered with lust and indignation...and then her foot came off of Lex's cock. He sighed with momentary relief, just a moment before her foot described an arc that could have sent a football the length of the field and scored.

Blood ran from Luthor's nose, eyes shut, but he was breathing as Lois limped away.

She found her clothes, neatly folded. And her smartphone. Still trembling with barely-suppressed need, she dialed a very special number.

"Smallville? How big is your dick?" She paused for two seconds of sputtering. "Don't you dare ask me if I'm mind-controlled! Give me the length of your dick, in inches!"

She listened...then her eyes widened a little as she heard his answer.

"And girth?" Lois said in an entirely different tone of voice.

A smile crept on the reporter's face. She walked down the corridor, the missing women a distant thought in the back of her brain. Her abdomen throbbed.

"How big are your balls? Relatively." Lois Lane's voice was sweet and happy. She spotted a firedoor and went through it into an alley.

"And when's the last time you ejaculated?" She said, heart fluttering and hopeful.

By the time she reached the end of the alley and hailed a cab, Lois Lane smiled like the cat about to get the cream.

"I'm headed to your place now," she said breathlessly. "Oh and Smallville, one more question: how do you feel about children?"

Lex Luthor was not awake to hear that conversation. He lay, broken in body and spirit, **** on the floor of his chamber. A quiet figure slipped into the room and locked the door behind her. Checked his pulse, and peeled back one eyelid. Nodding to herself, she began to strip...

"I'll give you children, Mr. Luthor," Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's bodyguard, said as her fingers slowly stirred his tiny prick into life. She trembled with the same need that Lois Lane had...but Mercy Graves hadn't needed any brainwashing to unlock her breeding fetish. Just an opportunity. The slim, muscular woman winced as she slid the needle into her abdomen, the injection that would trigger the super-ovulation.

She bit her lip as her tight cunny swallowed his tiny cock. Her fingers played with his asshole, which kept him hard as she began to roll her hips. This was for the future of LexCorp...for the House of Luthor...and across town, at Clark Kent's apartment, Lois Lane was doing her part to ensure the world would always have a Superman...and Superwomen.

Two houses, alike in dignity...and how might they come into conflict in the future, who shall say?