A Diamond-Tipped Drill and A Cock Clamp

Lex Luthor rolled Lois over to another piece of industrial equipment. A metal clamp was fixed to the base of her cock, digging into the pale flesh so tight that the skin above and below it welled up, the greenish veins standing out more prominently. The dickgirl reporter moaned as her x-kryptonite-infused ached under this new ****. Blood flooded the reporter's already over-swollen prick, but was unable to escape, and the whole towering stiff cock flushed almost black as red blood mixed with green liquid x-kryptonite.

"While it may not seem like it now," Luthor said. "The X-Kryptonite should give your new penis all the powers of a normal Kryptonian penis under a yellow sun. This will give an excellent opportunity to test Superman's invulnerability under controlled conditions."

Lois didn't know what Lex meant by that...he was too busy levering the bed up. It swiveled until Lois was vertical rather than horizontal, still strapped in place, but with her dick sticking straight out in front of her.

Lex pushed her forward, so that the head of the reporter's cock was resting directly beneath the drill.

This was no mere handheld power tool. Industrial diamonds glittered on the tip, and the engine looked like it should be powering a supercar. Lex carefully adjusted the table's height, lowering Lois down so that the drill was position to just touch the sensitive top of her swollen, rubbery glans, which was now a shiny black in color.

"Don't worry...this is all perfectly sanitary. The friction heat generated will kill any bacteria," Lex said, almost absently. The mad scientist grinned as he went step-by-step through the procedure to power up the drill.

Desperately, Lois tried to flex her dick...to hit the drillbit away like she had with the pneumatic press...but the cock clamp prevented her the same range of movement.

"I regret!" Lex screamed above the whirr of the drill, "That we have no anesthetics!"

Drillbit was a blur. Lois repressed a scream as it pressed against the rubbery head of her fat cock.

Once, as a young woman, Lois Lane had gotten drunk, decided to shave her pussy, and clipped her clitoris. The sharp pain, the sight and feel of the blood, had stayed with her. She had been afraid to touch herself for weeks, as the small wound quickly scabbed over and healed. It had been a month before the scab had peeled off on its own, and Lois had gingerly touched her little friend, glad to find that the accident had not led to any permanent loss of sensation.

As the drill bit down into her glans, Lois felt all those old fears well back up inside of her.