Lois Continues To Submit To Lex Luthor

"Yes..." the reporter said, though the words seemed to **** into her throat. "Use me. Please."

In her head, Lois Lane tried to justify her actions. She told herself that she was still under the effects of the hypnosis, that she was playing for time until Superman inevitably rescued her, that she was lulling Lex Luthor into a false sense of security so that he would start monologuing as he always did, and explain his plan and where the missing women were.

Yet as his heel came off her neck, and Lois felt the sudden terrible pang of its absence, she knew that she wasn't waiting for Superman, or trying to figure out where the missing women were. The dickgirl shivered as she realized how deeply Luthor's words had struck at the core of her...the submissive center of her being that she had never allowed herself to acknowledge.

"Keep your head down," he ordered. There was the rustle of clothes, a belt being loosened. "And raise your ass in the air."

She did. Her ass slid upward as her back arched downwards, tits against the floor, on her toes. The transformed reporter's cock hung down...but Luthor ignored that. One hand spread her cheeks, and something cool drizzled over her asshole...and his thumb massaged it into the pink divot. The reporter gasped as she felt the nail against her sensitive anus, the tense muscles in her thighs and calves quivered.

"Good slut," he said as he worked the lube in. "Tell me how much you want my cock."