Orgasm Denial

Hot, pussy engulfed the hard metal and plastic. Smooth muscles clamped tight, sensors registered and translated the change in pressure, electrical impulses buzzed down gold wires to the interface of woman and machine, where living nerves sang as they received the message and pumped them straight into the brain...where neurons registered them as if they were natural sensations of pleasure, releasing endorphins and oxytocin.

Lois Lane didn't know any of that. She only understood how tight the pussy felt around her new cybercock, how her hips were almost thrusting themselves deep into that channel. In her head's up display, she saw Supergirl smile at her as the Kryptonian cunt was skewered. The blonde wiggled her hips, and an erotic shiver went up the reporter's spine. Hands on Supergirl's hips, she began to pump harder and faster.

Programming 75%

Mercy Graves had her legs spread into a wide Λ, head down on the floor, ass in Lex Luthor's lap. It wasn't the optimal position for insemination, but it allowed Luthor to continue to monitor Lois Lane's progress while Mercy serviced him. Without taking his eye of the holographic representation of the reporter's brain, he fed his stiff prick into the tight pink tunnel before him...then sat back, pelvis forward, to let the woman do the work.

"S-sir," Mercy asked as she pushed back, taking the stiff prick as deep as she could while maintaining the position. "W-will you breed me today."

"You are ovulating, aren't you?" He said aloud. It was a rhetorical question, he had already calculated the date since her last period, and her LexCorp rations had been primed with compounds to ensure ovulation.

"Ye-yes sir!" she said, drool dripping down her chin.

"I could use more stem cells for the next project. You'll have to carry the fetus for twelve weeks or so before we abort it. Would it inconvenience you?"

"N-no sir! Please! All my eggs are for you!" Mercy said as her ass moved, quim stroking and sucking eagerly at her dick. "Use my womb! Use my womb as your personal sperm bank! I'll abort all my babies for you!"

Lex smiled. The programming had worked wonders on his bodyguard. He hoped it would be just as effective on Lois Lane.

Programming 85%

Sweat dripped down Lois Lane's ribs. Her hips jackhammered into the cunt before her, the cybercock a chrome blur as it pounded that pussy without mercy. The reporter was panting hard, heart hammering in her chest, teeth clenched as she slammed and slammed and slammed that super-pussy in front of her. She could hear the moans of the super-slut filter in over the audio-feed playing into her ears, feel the ache in her pelvis as unaccustomed muscles were **** into an Olympian fuck-performance.

Yet she could.

Not.

Cum.

The sexual frustration peaked within the reporter, whose hands were clammy against the soft flesh inside of her, hips pistoning forward almost on automatic pilot. She could feel this terrible pressure inside of her, but her clit and pussy felt utterly numb, all sensation focused on the cybernetic dick that was pumping into the hot, slick hole in front of her, but no matter what she did, her climax remained stubbornly far away. Lois could feel hot tears run down her cheeks, blurring the view of the head's up display, but it didn't matter.

"I have to cum," she whispered. "Please, please let me cum..."

Programming 95%

Almost all of the brain was pink now. Mercy was blathering, ass bouncing hard on Luthors, cock, and the scientist noted absently that he was almost there as well. A part of him wondered whether he should let Mercy take this one to term...of course, it would mean giving up the pleasure of impregnating her for a few months, but the cloning projects hadn't been going well lately...

The line of thought was interrupted as a small red alarm popped up on the screen. A moment later, the whole building shook. Lex was so surprised he actually gasped and came ahead of schedule. Mercy groaned in utter fulfillment as his spunk burst and flowed into her pussy.

The building shook again...but it wasn't an earthquake. Something more localized.

"Mercy, conception postion," he said.

The lithe, acrobatic young woman pulled herself off of his dripping dick and moved directly into a headstand. Her legs were pointed toward the ceiling, all of his sperm pooling down by her cervix to maximize the chances of conception.

"Thank you sir," Mercy said, tears in her eyes.

Lex Luthor barely heard it. He was watching the monitor as the ceiling of the White Room gave way, a familiar blue-and-red-clad form floating down through the hole, super-breath blowing away the dust and debris...

"Supergirl," he hissed, as he caught sight of the blonde hair.