Lex Luthor Kills The Mood

A slow clap interrupted Lois Lane's post-coital reverie, Irritated and somewhat embarrassed to have been found cock-in-cunt with another woman, she turned around...and her jaw dropped as she stared at the smug face and gleaming bald pate of Lex Luthor, who was dressed in a conservative and impeccably clean grey suit.

"An impressive performance," Lex let his hands drop, eyes boring into the reporter's. Beneath that gaze, Lois felt more than naked. It was always that way with Luthor—he had a way of seeming to know things you didn't, and it carried through in every gesture, in the tone of his voice.

"What do you want, Luthor?" Lois hissed, mind racing. The very presence of the scientist-industrialist here explained a few things—the strange red crystal in the vibrator, growing a dick—but if he was here, then this was all part of some nefarious plot.

One that Lois wanted no part of, though she suspected, as she thought about the cock dangling between her legs, that it was probably too late for that.

"Your cooperation," he stared past her. "Maria, get yourself and Miss Lane some towels and wet wipes so you can freshen up."

The young woman started to rise, and Lois shoved her back down to the floor. "Stop! You don't have to do what he tells you to!"

"I...kindof do," Maria looked sheepish, unable to meet the reporter's gaze. "He's my boss."

"A model employee," Luthor cut in. "And well-compensated for a task which was both unusual and...demanding."

Lois stared down at her lover. "You...seduced me...for him."

The young woman could not meet her gaze.

"To be fair, her orders were to get you alone and expose you to the red kryptonite. Coitus was not required for this operation. Although I'm sure the video recording will make a nice incentive for you to cooperate..."

Lois Lane rose to her feet, hands balled up into fists, cock swinging between her legs, dark hair wild. She was about ready to commit ****. Maria took the opportunity to scramble away, probably looking to fulfill Lex's orders.

"Lex, if you think I'll ever go along with anything you have planned..."

"...if you don't, you'll find yourself stuck with a dick forever. And find your sexual escapade with Maria broadcast on the internet. 'Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter An Hermaphrodite: Futanari Freak Fucks Female Fan.'" The madman's smile was brittle and cruel. "Well, perhaps I should leave the headlines to you."

The reporter had to fight from grinding her teeth. The bastard had a point. She'd be a laughingstock if that got out, her professional career ruined...and her personal relationships... Still, even that might be a price worth paying, depending on what Lex Luthor had planned. There was really nothing for it but to hear the bastard out.

"What do you want me to do, Lex?" She said evenly, committing herself to nothing.