Lois Lane Is Knocked Out And Knocked Up

The last few minutes since she had come to the club were a blur. It must have been the mix of **** in the cocktail, coupled with the power of her double climax, that saw Lois sink to the floor of the bathroom. Her cock slid out of the portal, and her own pussy, with a wet plop. Breathing slowly and heavily, darkness closing in, the last thing the reporter saw was the door opening...

Maria and Leo grabbed the limp reporter by the arms and hauled her out of the bathroom. Her cock was dragging along the floor. The reporter's own jizz was leaking out of her pussy.

"Can't believe she isn't knocked up already," Maria complained as they shifted their grip to take the **** reporter down the stairs.

"Mr. Luthor wants to make sure," Leo said. "I can't blame him. This bitch can ruin everything. I've got a good thing going with this club, and I don't want her to ruin it just because a couple of co-eds went missing."

Down the stairs, through a pair of security doors, into what looked like a hospital...and Maria and Leo hauled the **** reporter up onto a gynecologist's chair. Leo pulled her pants off, frowning at the leaking cock that flopped down above the reporter's pussy.

"Jesus she's big," he grumbled.

"Jealous?" Maria said with a grin, as she rolled the inseminator into place.

It looked a bit like an industrial drill. Heavy cables ran off to the power outlets. Ten vials of the reporter's own sperm were defrosted and loaded into the receptacle. With a grimace, Leo grabbed the reporter's cock with two fingers and pinned it back so that Maria could slide the pale metal insemination tube into the cum-slick pussy.

"I don't know if you can hear us, dickgirl," Maria said as she stood behind the device. A camera with a targeting graphic was aimed at the reporter's cunny...and as Maria pressed forward, the view shifted, LEDs winking on to illuminate the pink depths of the reporter's birth canal. Twisting and turning at the controls until the reporter's cervix was in sight. "But I hope you feel this."

She pressed a trigger...and the metal rod pumped forward, stabbing at the reporter's cervix with impossible ****...pushing right through. Lights shown on the inner walls of the reporter's womb.

"Payload prepped," Maria said. She pressed a small red button...and the machine hummed as pumps engaged. A moment later, a white cloud filled the vision. Millions and millions of the reporter's own potent sperm were now swimming in her womb. "And delivered. If that doesn't get this cunt preggers, nothing will."