The Mad Scientist Lex Luthor

Lex Luthor, his bald profile familiar from a thousand publicity photos, from the cover of Time magazine, from the pages of the Daily Planet itself. Lois Lane stared into those hard green eyes, the dark black business suitcoat and tie he wore, custom-tailored so that the pattern of the stitching was a repeating tessellation of "LL." With one strong hand he grabbed the chair and spun it around...

...and that was when Lois realized Lex wasn't wearing any pants.

"Great Caesar's ghost. What is that?"

The reporter's pussy was exposed, throbbing, and there were tiny stabs of pain in her stomach where the electric probes had zapped her. She could actually feel her juices oozing out of her pussy, down over the lower lip and drooling in a thin line over her asshole. In her entire life, she had never been this wet, this hot...nipples erect, body flushed, down and ready to fuck...but she was staring at what was between Lex Luthor's legs in utter disbelief.

It was...tiny. Crooked. Discolored. Hairless as the rest of him, the balls looked delicate as quails eggs, the blue veins hugely prominent on a prick that hung limp and to the left. At some point, there had been a circumcision—or so Lois assumed—because there was no foreskin beneath the swollen knob, just a ring of pink and white scars. The worst case of micropenis Lois had ever seen, and the only reason she couldn't mistake it for a thick clit was because Lex himself was in good shape, so it actually stood out from his body. At least an inch or so.

"I thought baldness was a sign of virility," Lois said, shaking her head. It had to be the programming that was overcoming her sense of decorum, because the reporter couldn't stop her thoughts from going straight from her brain to her mouth.

"Oh, I assure you," he said, green eyes flashing. "You'll be...quite fulfilled."

"Executive override engaged," the computer said, and Lois was once more aware of the flashing lights around her...and of the eggs that were even now floating into her more-fertile-than-normal womb. "Emergency insemination procedure enabled. Ready to proceed."

Lex grinned cruelly and placed his palms on Lois Lane's naked knees.

"Proceed," he ordered.