Give Her A Little Taste Test

Lena Luthor checked the reporter's pulse, double-checked the restraints and connections. The **** were necessary; you couldn't just mentally reprogram someone with flashing lights and a soundtrack, though each component played their part. Then she turned her attention to the bound, naked reporter's cock...

The erection still stood proud—thanks in no small part to the sildenafil that the dickgirl had been dosed with—and splattered with fresh, warm jizz. The head was a deep purple, the skin taut and swollen. Lena used one gloved hand to pull the foreskin down, so that she could examine the glans more clearly. No signs of tearing, no stretch-marks, no smegma...and the smell was very strong.

It was difficult, being the sister of Lex Luthor. Always in his shadow. Sometimes, Lena had gone by the last name "Thorul," just to avoid association with his schemes...and she was aware, vaguely, of how different versions of her in diffrent alternate universes had alternately been villains in their own right. As the heat of the reporter's flesh seeped through Lena's glove, she wondered at how she herself might end up, based on her choices.

She licked her lips. While she didn't share Lex's fetish for futanari, Lena was still a grown woman...and it could be difficult, as a handicapped person, to attract sexual attention. Lois Lane moaned softly as the programming continued, and Lena watched the cock twitch in response.

Why not? Lena thought as she lowered her lips down to that stiff, veiny prick. One little taste won't hurt...

Her lips pressed against the tip. Salty, slimy goo encrusted the purple helmet. Lena opened her lips enough to let her tongue play with the urethra. A tingle ran through the tip of her tongue, a tingle answered at the base of her spine, a warmth down between her legs. Lena Luthor might not be able to walk, but there was nothing wrong with her reproductive system at all...and it had been a long time since she had a dick in her mouth.

Almost before she knew what she was doing, Lena Luthor's lips closed around the glans, the whole head of Lois Lane's cock in her mouth.