Flashback 2 - Lois Lane's exclusive interview doesn't go as planned

"John Corben? Really Chief?" Lois Lane scoffed derisively, making a face of distaste. "Shouldn't this be another of Cat's puff pieces? I'm sure she'd jump at the chance."

"If it was just about this worldwide cult of women going crazy for him, sure, but his weapons of war are no laughing matter. Somehow he's managed to corner the market, even outselling LexCorp! I smell something rotten and I know you're the best reporter to figure out what stinks." her editor replied. "Or should I assign Clark to do it so I don't have to worry about you going weak in the knees for the guy?"

Lois snorted.

"Now you're just being deliberately offensive to goad me into taking this story. We both know I'm a happily married woman, Perry." she replied with an arch of her perfectly coiffed black brows.

Her editor shrugged.

"Fine, if you don't think there's a story there-"

"I didn't say that." she said with a shrug. "There's a lot about the guy that doesn't add up. I'll do it but you owe Clark and I a two week vacation if and WHEN I uncover something juicy."

"One week." he responded with a smile on his old, craggy face.

"One week paid." she responded without a beat.

"Fair." he responded with a sigh. "Go get him."

Lois responded with a smirk and a nod before striding out of the office and booting up her work computer. She didn't live under a rock, she'd heard plenty about the guy from women like Cat. Even her little sister liked to gush about "wanting a defense contract to lock down that rocket of his" which, ew. Luckily, she was married to the love of her life who also happened to be the Man of Steel - who was himself no slouch himself in the "rocket" department - so however good looking or hung the guy was, tough luck. The only thing she'd care about would be hanging him out to dry once she figured out his secrets.

"Okay, let's see this assho-"

As the first photo of him loaded on her computer, Lois Lane felt an atypical pang of lust.

"Oh!" she murmured, feeling suddenly hot and then blushing absurdly at herself. The guy was hot, she did have to admit, like a blonde Greek god made flesh. Broad shoulders, wide hands, a lantern jaw and piercing green eyes. Just one image of him in a perfectly tailored suit and she felt herself getting all hot and bothered! God help her when she actually visited his grody little porn sites for her research after she left the office-

"Jesus, Lane, get it together." she grumbled as she took a shaky drink from a glass of cold water and tried to focus. Her body suddenly had other ideas and she fanned herself a little before biting her lip and continuing down the path of a professional reporter. She was after all, a professional. A professional at work she sternly told her traitorously hard nips.

Christ, she wished Clark was here, she thought with a lick of her lips.

***

"Hey, honey, I just got your texts! Sorry I'm late, there was a volcanic eruption in China that I had to-" Superman said as he flew in through their balcony window, only to stop short at the sight of Lois. The sexy, leggy brunette was wearing nothing but the lace purple teddy he loved so much that didn't so much as cover her navel, the look in her lavender eyes one of pure wanton heat. He could smell her pussy from here, she was so obviously turned on. "Lois, you-"

She didn't even give him a moment to respond before closing the distance and kissing him hard, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fuck me, Smallville! NOW!" she growled after coming up for air.

Clark didn't have to be told twice. He flew the two of them to the bed and they didn't come up for air for hours.

"Jesus!" he gasped as he rolled off of him. "What brought this on, not that I'm complaining?" he eventually murmured in a dazed, delighted tone.

"I-" Lois began, then stopped and muttered the rest of her words against his chest. "I just missed you, that's all."

"I didn't think I was gone gone quite that long but maybe next time I'll stay in China longer." he said with a delighted but surprised sigh as he slid up a pillow and curled an arm around her. He caught a glimpse of her laptop and blinked in surprise. "Lois, is that . . . porn?"

"I- yeah, I, uh, agreed to do a story on that John Corben guy." she said, blushing. "It's purely research, I swear!"

"Ugh, that guy." he responded with a grunt. "Hmm. You know, if I didn't know better I think somebody maybe got a little excited." Clark added teasingly.

Lois made a scoffing noise, glad for the first time in ages that her husband couldn't see the blush that covered her face.

"Well, maybe a little." she murmured, mortified.

"Ha! Well, if this is what it inspires, maybe I should send that jerk a fruit basket." Clark chuckled.

"Ugh, please! Let's not talk about him anymore." Lois said, hiding her guilty thoughts about how John Corben actually had a bigger, thicker cock than her husband - something she'd never even imagined possible - with another kiss. And if she thought of him once or twice during their time together, it was likely just her reporter's mind at work, that brain of hers never letting go of something like a dog with a bone (or boner in this case). Wasn't it?

***
She had stayed up several long nights over a pair of exhausting weeks getting the smoking guns she needed. Fanning herself, she decided that she finally had Corben nailed to the wall - turns out every single woman in the weapons industry, all the way from secretaries to Senators, seemed to be thinking with their groins when it came to him. Cutbacks, crimes and insider trading galore to fatten up his bottom line, all just for a chance with that fat prick of his. Throwing away otherwise exemplary careers and lives just to know what it'd feel like to get that 12" can of tennis balls he called a cock pounding their pussies deep inside them, just like one of his porn star sluts. Pathetic. Surely, it had to hurt, a cock that big? Come on, all those squeals and orgasmic screams just couldn't be real - didn't these bimbos see that?

"You like to expose yourself, huh? Well, now I'm gonna expose you, Corben." Lois said, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together as she muttered in a breathy voice to herself.

"You're all mine now. I'm not one of your brainwashed whores." she murmured even as a traitorous hand slid between her legs. "See you in cuffs. Pin you down, mmm . . ."

After a guilty frigging herself to an orgasm (or two) later, she called his secretary for an interview and the squeaky voiced bimbo didn't even bat an eye as she scheduled her employer's doom. God, it would be so good to get this evil horse-cocked bastard in prison where he belonged and out of her damn head!

***

"Miss Lane. I must say it's a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh. I greatly enjoy your work when it comes to your exposes on LexCorp." John Corben said she entered her office, guided in by the most ridiculous excuse for a woman she'd ever seen. Corben's blonde secretary looked like she'd gone for the largest size possible in every sort of implant imaginable - a walking talking blonde sex toy made flesh in a pornographic parody of a secretary's office. If she hadn't been so distracted, she might have noticed something familiar about her eyes and recognized Supergirl despite the changes, but with Corben right there, she was too focused on the prize.

"I'm afraid I can't say likewise, Corben." she growled in response, trying to disguise how her heart began to pound and her traitorous pussy started getting soaked at the sight of him with anger. "War profiteers and sleazy porno producers aren't my favorite people."

Corben just chuckled.

"Ouch. I guess you don't think very much of me Miss Lane but that's all right, I'm sure I can get you to come around. Did you want anything to drink from my secretary? You're looking a little flushed."

"What? No! No, I'm fine." she hissed, closing her eyes for a few moments to desperately try and regain control of herself. "You're the one who might need a drink in a second."

"Oh? And why is that?" he responded, looking perfectly unconcerned in his smart grey suit, a smirk on his handsome face.

She snapped on her tape recorder and leaned in, hoping he couldn't see her hardening nipples through her bra, blouse and professional blazer.

"Mister Corben, on the record for the Daily Planet, why don't you tell me about your relationships with Senator Mary Collins, Denise Pillsbury, Sarah Young and Heather Rodriguez?"

He stared blankly at her for a moment before responding.

"Who?"

"They're just a few of the many women who did you and your business huge favors - illegal favors - in exchange for a few texts!" she snapped with a feral grin. "I have it all copied in my personal files, there's no need to play coy with me."

He cocked his head as if listening to someone else in the room.

"Oh! Ha! OK, OK, so that's how it h- very nice. You mind if I record this conversation as well, Miss Lane?" he said with a chuckle and a jerk of his square jaw towards a nearby camera.

Lois Lane scoffed.

"Go ahead, but if you think we're going to make a little movie together, you've gravely mistaken about who exactly in this room is getting screwed, Corben."

He pressed a button on his intercom.

"Bambi? Can you come in here with what we discussed?"

"Right away, Mister Corben, Sir!" the bimbo secretary gushed and the door opened in a flash. She carried big white cue cards under one arm as she moved to the camera.

"Your blow-up doll of secretary isn't going to show me anything that'll change the facts, Corben-"

"Facts? Like the fact that your husband, Clark Kent, is secretly Superman?" the blonde stud interrupted with a movie star grin as "Bambi" moved to the camera.

Lois's jaw dropped. If she hadn't been so distracted, she'd have been able to respond with a better lie but all that came out was a weak "That's- that's insane! You're crazy, my husband isn't- he's from Kansas!"

The bastard had the audacity to grab her wrist with one of his big strong hands and lift the tape recorder to his sensual mouth and motioned to his secretary who turned on the camera.

"Just admit it, Lois - your husband is Superman. We both know it and, if you don't do exactly as I say, the world will know it too."

He pushed it towards her face and the words spilled out of her before she could stop herself.

"Yes, my husband, Clark Kent is Superman!" she said before slapping her free hand over her mouth, stunned at her admission. Corben took the tape recorder from her hand.

"So you both you and your husband have pretended to be fair and honest reporters when really, you're totally biased." he said with a disappointed little clucking noise. "You're both liars. Admit that too, Lane."

"I- I admit that we both lied about him being Superman but it was for a good reason!" she babbled, panicked at the words spilling out of her mouth without her control. "How are you-"

"Shh." Corben said, putting a finger over her lips and giving his secretary a nod. "That camera backs up to my personal server and it'll go live later tonight, unless I give the order to my IT department to stop it. Do you think you can give me a good enough reason to stop it from going live, Miss Lane?"

"I- Corben, you-" Lois babbled, her emotions a confusing whirl of fury, embarrassment and arousal. "You can't make this knowledge public, goddamn you!"

He stood up and started to get undressed, removing his suit jacket.

"Oh, I think I can, Lois, just like you can let your little expose go public. But neither of us will, will we? Provided you give me enough incentive."

Lois's face went crestfallen, then queasily hopeful.

"You- you want me to . . ." she trailed off, disgusted by the slightly hopeful tinge in her voice and clenching of her pussy as she glanced over at the blonde sexpot by the camera.

"Oh, yeah. Fucking Superman's wife? Now that's some sweet ****."

"****? What did he ever do to you?" she snapped back with a frown, her natural curiosity still sharp despite her perilous situation.

"Don't worry about it. In fact, forget I mentioned it."

"Forget what?" she asked, confused, the comment immediately forgotten. He just laughed.

"Never mind. Now, you and I are gonna make a little sex tape, understand? "Bambi" over here has cue cards for your lines that you can read if you forget but I bet you'll be a natural at memorizing them."

Lois Lane bit her lip and tried to think of a way out of this, eyes darting around the room.

"Heh. Look at you. You're trying to figure out a way out of this, aren't you? Maybe put in a call one of your husband's friends or something? Well, stop it." he growled, pinching her face to make him look up at her from her seated position.

"From here on out, the only thing you can think about is following the script and getting fucked by me in all of your holes until I say otherwise." he commanded and suddenly it was true. She moaned.

"You've- you've got powers, don't you? You're making me do this, say all these things!" she whimpered, a last bit of defiance as she stared at his crotch and licked her lips. "You're making me need to fuck you so bad!"

"Ah, ah, ah - that's not on the script but I do sort of like that last bit. Maybe we'll add it to the script. Now look at your lines, read them and once the camera gets turned back on, follow it to the letter."

Lois Lane turned to the bimbo in the corner, her last hope for help, but she just giggled.

"Don't worry, he's gonna fuck you so good Lois! You're so lucky to get Master's cock in you!" she cooed, losing her breathy bimbo voice affectation.

"Kara?" she gasped, her jaw dropping. "Is that you? Everyone's been looking for y-" she started, then stopped. Talking about Supergirl and figuring out how she became Corben's overinflated sex doll of a secretary wasn't part of the script or related to getting fucked in all of her holes. She need to focus up.

A few cue cards later with one or two hasty edits and additions and Lois Lane became ready for her close up.

***

"Mister Corben, Lois Lane, Daily Planet. I must say I've been looking forward to meeting you." Lois purred, looking him up and down in an unapologetically lustful fashion as she walked in his office and closed the door.

"I must say the same. Your pictures don't do you justice, Miss Lane." Corben said as he stood up from behind his desk to shake her hand.

"Mmm, thank you. You, on the other hand, are even hotter than your videos." she cooed, squeezing his hand and letting it linger before sliding out of her blazer.

"Oh, so you're a fan, then?" he responded, leaning against his desk in front of her.

"I used to think I knew what a real dick looked like but then I saw your video. You make my pathetic limpdick husband Clark Kent look like a little boy with that big, gorgeous cock of yours."

"And here I thought this was a professional interview opportunity." Corben said in mock affront.

"Oh, that? I got a bunch of women to make up some stories about sexts or whatever, just so I could get alone in a room alone with you." Lois said as she stood up and turned and locked the door before turning back around to start unbuttoning her blazer. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."

"Miss Lane, are you blackmailing me to fuck you?" he said, frowning.

"I'll delete my made up story later, tell everyone I didn't find anything, provided you do exactly what I tell you. What's the problem, am I not hot enough for you?" she responded with a quirk of her eyebrow and practically tearing off her blouse to expose her tits in a purple push-up bra that matched her beautiful eyes.

"I'm just surprised that someone so close to Superman as you're reported to be would stoop to such . . . unscrupulous measures."

"What can I say? I'm just a naughty little slut." she cooed as she undid her bra and let her tits bounce free, nipples clearly up and hard. "I tried him first, believe it or not, but that Kryptonian Boy Scout wouldn't give me the dick I crave, just because I'm "married" or some stupid shit like that. Another useless prick like my weak husband."

Corben gave her tits an appraising leer before continuing.

"You could have just asked, you know. You're hardly the first horny housewife looking to get a real man to fuck her that I've met." he grumbled.

"Yeah, but this way, I own you and that perfect cock of yours for the next few hours." she purred as she slid out of her white skirt to reveal a soaked purple thong. "You're all mine, Corben."

"What guarantee do I have that you'll kill that slanderous story you made up to get in here if I fuck you?" he said even as a telltale twitch in his tailored slacks betrayed his interest.

"Well, you could take a little picture of you bending me over your desk with your phone once you've given me what I need." she half-laughed, half-purred as she slid the purple thong down her long, toned alabaster legs. "That would maybe destroy my credibility just a hair."

"Huh. Most women can't take me more than the once." he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling up the sleeves.

"Well, I'm not most women. That pathetic loser I married has left me high and dry for years and I need it, BAD. I'll even start with a good cocksucking to make sure you're in the mood." she said as she sauntered over and kissed him passionately, grabbing him by the tie, just before falling to her knees in front of him.

"I suppose I have ****." He grunted and shrugged. "But believe me, I'm not going to be gentle."

"Oh, believe me, I wouldn't have it any other way, mmmm . . ." she said as she unzipped the zipper of his expensive gray slacks with her teeth and began fellating him for all she was worth, using one of her hands to fondle his thick shaft and balls and the other working fiendishly between her legs.

"Ungh! Fuck! You really love sucking big cocks! Jesus!" he groaned as he grabbed a fist full of her dark hair after some time had passed. "Well, get ready, I'm about to paint that slut face and tits of yours with my cum!"

As he finished cumming, first down her throat and then all over her face and tits, he let out a series of commands that would warp Lois Lane's mind forever.

"Fuck! You'd really do anything for my cock! You love betraying your husband with me, you're just an evil, cheating bitch! You're mine now and you love it, you love being my insatiable size queen slut getting filled up with a real man's cum!"

As he finished covering the Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter with his cum, he saw her orgasm, gasping for air, the new commands taking deep permanent root in her brain. Any hint of her being sad or conflicted vanished as she changed into exactly what he said she was - an adulteress who hated her husband and belonged to him. All while the former Supergirl recorded the whole thing and played with herself silently, per his instructions - Inara too, and loudly, not that anyone could see or hear her but him.

"Oh, yes! Yes! YES! I'm your evil little whore!" Lois groaned lustily, as she stood up and kissed him roughly, obviously delighted as her hand squeezed every last drop of cum out of his dick. "Now get hard again - I NEED that perfect giant cock in my pussy! Then my ass too! I never let my pathetic husband fuck me in the ass but I'll let YOU! I NEED IT!"

John Corben laughed and Inara laughed alongside him. He couldn't resist giving a wink to the camera as he made one or two tweaks to Lois Lane's body as well as her mind, making it so she could take his cock perfectly in every hole and then beg for more. Fuck, **** was sweet!