Fresh Cum

"No, I don't think so," a familiar voice said. Very familiar. Precise, confident, calm, collected, intelligent, but with a hint of condescension. As if the whole world existed only to serve and amuse him. "I think this cow should be bred directly with fresh semen."

"Mr. Luthor!" The nurse said. "I thought..."

"This is my experiment, my facility," Lex Luthor said. Lois felt warm hands spread her asscheeks apart, the rectal thermometer still wedged deep inside there, her pussy literally throbbing with need, a line of clear girl-goo oozing down from the swollen pink labia. "My cow."

The green screen in front of Lois flashed as he entered her. The former reporter's lips opened and a deep, guttural moan shook her entire body, her titanic tits jiggling. In the harness, she couldn't even resist...but she could swing. Luthor's hands were on her hips, pushing her back and forth as his cock plunged into her, again and again.

The human cow panted. The screen seemed to jump in and out of focus as she swung. She blinked, suddenly dizzy. The cock felt nice, but the angle was wrong...it rubbed against her swollen labia, but wasn't quite scratching the itch...and worst of all, Luthor began to talk to himself...

"You like that, Lois? You cunt. You've never been anything more than a cockhole. This is all that you're good for. Your rightful place. I'll have you pumping out heirs for me until your ovaries are exhausted. You think Superman will want you then? When you're a big...fat...old...cow?"

He grunted and slammed himself in deep. Lois blinked as the green screen flashed again...and to her surprise, a message seemed to scrawl itself across it. She tried to focus on the words.