End: The Dildo Is Filled With Red Kryptonite

Not many people saw the pole atop the brass globe on the Daily Planet building. It was a lightning rod. Chained to its base, a naked Lois Lane writhed as her ass slid down a little further on the red, glowing dildo.

"Help...Superman!"

It was Lois Lane's voice. Yet it wasn't Lois Lane that spoke. The gag in her mouth contained a speaker. The dickgirl reporter could only moan as the scream ripped from the speaker over and over, and Lois couldn't do anything but feel her dick whip in the wind as she froze her tits off and waited for the Man of Steel to come rescue her.

Of course, based on what Lex Luthor and the Joker had said, the dildo currently buried in her butt would then explode.

The reporter looked up at the sky. It was a clear night. The moon was full. Her recorded voice would carry for miles. If she was going to save Superman, she had to save herself first.

The dildo was twelve inches long and two inches in diameter—which flared out to a "knot" three inches in diameter; from what Lex had said, it had a core of solid red kryptonite wrapped around enough plastic explosive to reduce her and it to a fine red mist. Superman would fly right into a radioactive cloud and come out the other side transformed and covered in her blood. A diabolical plan.

More importantly, the dildo was too big for Lois to **** out using her anal muscles. Her asshole ached from where it had been roughly shoved into place. Her arms were cinched tight to her sides by the loops of chain, and there wasn't even a lock—the Joker had advised the links be welded shut. Worse, they were squeezing her breasts painfully.

Yet her feet were free.

Lois Lane stood up as well as tall as she could. With her back pressed against the pole, there was a little slack in the chains. Not enough to shimmy free, but enough that when she leaned forward so that the chains bit into her tits, Lois could raise her feet up and plant them flat against the pole.

In her long career as a journalist, which involved getting tied up more times than she could count, Lois Lane had never needed to inch her way up a lightning rod naked, with a dildo in her ass. Worse, her cock was beginning to stir. Lex Luthor's programming was still there, in her brain, and despite the gag in her mouth that kept spouting "Help me, Superman," she drooled at the thought of getting that rubbery head back between her lips.

Yet Lois Lane was more than just a dick. She leaned forward and back, using what little leverage she had to inch her way up the pole. Glad for once that she wasn't afraid of heights. Not sure what she would do once she got to the top...

...and then she saw him, in the distance. A flutter of red cape.

She redoubled her pace, **** for her bare feet not to slip against the steel. Cold sweat poured down her naked body and the chains bit painfully into her breasts. Her ass was a ring of fire, the deadly radioactive cargo inside a throbbing pain that dug into her guts. Yet every second Superman zoomed closer, drawn by the false cries that seemed to come from her lips.

As Lois reached the top, she stared at him and shook her head violently. Hoping that Superman would get the message. Yet he came on, even as Lois wiggled the chains over the tip of the rod, which began to wobble back and forth violently as her mass put odd strains on the metal.

It was only as Lois raised herself, knees akimbo, toes gripping the swaying metal pole for dear life, over that tip that she had a flash of inspiration. A way to save them both.

Only one shot at this! Lois thought desperately as she rubbed her ass against the tip of the lightning rod.

The tip of the lightning rod was pointed. It scratched painfully along the crack of Lois Lane's ass. Caught at the flared lip of the dildo. The reporter muttered a silent prayer as she balanced, just for a moment, with the unbelievable pain of the lightning rod digging into her asshole. Then she tipped over backwards and squeezed with all of her might.

Gravity did it. The massive dildo, caught on the tip of the lightning rod, was torn out of the reporter's ass. To Lois Lane, it felt like her asshole turned inside out as the glowing, deadly dildo popped out with a wet schlorp. Agony lanced through her lower body as her sphincter inverted and prolapsed.

Lois fell. Head first, still chained. She saw the deadly dildo glow there, so much like an aircraft traffic light...and as the blood rushed to her head, Lois saw the red blur of Superman shift, away from he danger.

He caught her, before she slammed into the brass globe. Her cock flopped up and slapped his cheek. Even with the pain in her ass, Lois Lane found she could blush in utter embarrassment.

Superman smiled. Perfect white teeth. There was a boom behind him that lit up the sky with a ruby glow.

Eventually, they would land. Superman would snap off the chains. He would hold her hand in the emergency room. The doctor who saw Superman and a naked dickgirl with a prolapsed anus, made her own assumptions and gave him an earful. It was dawn by the time that Lois, still unable to walk, was flown back to her own apartment.

"How long do you think I'll stay like this?" Lois said, as he laid her on the bed. She reached up and undid the paper smock the hospital had given her. After all, it was nothing Superman hadn't seen before.

What surprised her was how warm his hand was as it slid around the base of her cock. How responsive her prick was as it hardened in his hand. A crimson flush burned from ear to ear on the Kryptonian's face.

"I don't know, Lois," he said softly, as he met her eyes and began to stroke her cock. "But maybe we should take advantage of the opportunity while it lasts."

So they did.

It turned out the Joker was right after all. Superman did like dickgirls. Yet more than that, Superman loved Lois Lane. No matter what genitals she had.