The X-Kryptonite Is Injected Into Lois Lane's Cock

"Urrghbl?" The **** reporter managed, which was as close as she could get to "My best vein is in my left arm" in her current state. Lex Luthor's head gleamed brilliantly from the overhead lights as he leaned over her cock.

"No, I'm afraid we need to inject this into the deep dorsal vein of your penis," he said. One gloved hand pressed against the thick blue vein at the base of her cock. "This is the superficial dorsal vein. The deep dorsal vein is below it. I'm afraid this is going to be very uncomfortable, but please believe me...you're doing this for science."

"Mrgfgr!" Lois Lane managed, but the villain paid no mind to Lois Lane's description of Lex Luthor's relations with his own mother. Instead, he ran an **** wipe over the base of her rigid prick, then pressed the tip of the needle just to the right of the big blue vein.

There is no real word for the sensation of a slim steel needle penetrating the skin of your penis. Pain does not describe it, it is also the chill, the sense of alienation at the penetration. Sweat began to bead the reporter's body as Lex Luthor steadily worked the needle in deeper...deeper...and then...

He drew back the plunger. Dark red blood, deoxygenated, was sucked into the vial. Against the glowing green liquid of the X-Kryptonite, it appeared almost black...and then Luthor began to depress the plunger, to shoot up her dick with his radioactive sludge.

It burned.

The reporter felt her whole body seize up, lifting her almost off the bed, only the straps holding her down. Liquid fire raced through the reporter's veins, and she swore she could see a faint green luminescence start to spread out from her crotch, shining through her skin.

"K-k-k-k-k," Lois Lane managed through clenched teeth.

"Yes," Luthor said distractedly as he pulled the needle out. He laid the empty syringe on the reporter's stomach as he applied a small LexCorp-branded bandaid to the base of the reporter's prick. "Some of the lab mice actually exploded. I don't think that's going to happen to you, however. Mercy, Maria? Begin Procedure C, please."