Fuck What's Left Of Her Brains Out

Lex Luthor withdrew his now hard, spit-slick schlong from the bimbo's mouth. His cruel hand gripped her jaw, angled her face upwards to stare into her eyes. The penetrating green eyes searched her own vacant violet gaze, as if looking for something...a hint of rebellion, recognition. With a disgusted snort, he released her.

"Turn around. Bare your cunt." He ordered.

"What are you doing, Luthor?" The red-headed woman ordered, as the scientist rolled a condom onto his stiff prick. "Any more serotonin release could cause permanent damage to her neural pathways. She might be stuck like this. Or worse."

Obediently, Lois turned around on her hands and knees, raising her ass to show her pussy, limp cock dangling down.

"Exactly the point, Isley." He discarded the wrapper. The condom was ribbed, and he stroked it gently, making sure there were no apparent holes. "I estimate two or three more orgasms will leave her permanently mentally disabled."

He ran his hand over the reporter's quim, a look of disgust as his fingers touched the dangling prick. He spread her labia apart as he pressed his swollen cockhead into the entrance to her channel. He thrust forward, the entirety of his prick slammed into her in one go, the dark-haired dickgirl issuing a little gasp.

Luthor began to buck, thrusting his dick in and out of the reporter's tight hole.

"For too long have I suffered that alien's presence, seemingly invincible. Physical wounds heal, Kryptonite poisoning fades...now I want to see him truly suffer. When Lois Lane is returned, it will be as a brainless whore beyond even his science to restore!"

The mad scientist punctuated his monologue with a hard slap on the reporter's rump, hard enough to leave a red handprint on the pale flesh which was slow to fade back to normal.

Isley said nothing, but tapped on a pad.

"Well, you're not going to do it that way."

"What was that?" Luthor spun, shooting her a glare.

"I mean just humping and pumping isn't going to bring her to orgasm, Luthor. You don't know how to treat a lady," she chided him. "Although I'm sure the high-priced whores you normally engage are consummate actors."

Luthor's eyes narrowed, his pace slowing.

"Your suggestion, then?"

"Keep up a steady rhythm. Don't try to drill to deep—with all due respect, your cock is average-sized, she's not going to feel you crush into her cervix or any other pathetic male fantasy." The red-haired woman knelt down to lay the tablet on the floor, and shrugged out of her labcoat. "Women need multiple sources of stimulation to achieve orgasm."

She shrugged out of her bustier, revealing very pale breasts the size of ripe oranges, with veins of a slightly green tinge, thicker and darker around the nipples.

"I'll handle the rest."