Lex Luthor's Cumintorium

Lois Lane was frog-marched, fat cock bobbing and leaking, through white, antiseptic hallways like some kind of high-tech hospital...and then they passed through a set of doors and the plaster and tile gave way to black and pink marble. Grecian-style columns stood in rows beneath a dome, and strange Classical statues of hermaphrodites stood or reclined on marble plinths.

In the center of the room were two free-standing marble pillars, with shackles chained to the wall, a purple velvet pillow laid on the floor before it. Mercy Graves **** the reporter down onto her knees before this pillow...and Lex Luthor himself, wearing a toga and a golden laurel about his bald pate, came forward to grab Lois Lane's arms and and legs and shackle her in place.

The cuffs were lined with velvet as well. As a final touch, Luthor produced a ball-gag. Lois tried to shake her head, but Mercy immediately grabbed the reporter by the ears...pain flared through her head...and then the rubber ball was **** into her mouth and tied behind her head. Once the reporter was secured, Mercy finally released the dickgirl reporter's balls.

Naked and bound, violet eyes flashing with anger, chest heaving, Lois Lane glanced around, tried her bonds...but she was trapped. Her cock was at half-mast, aching from her interrupted orgasm. Lex Luthor, standing above her, smiled nastily.

"Ave, Lexus Augustus," Mercy Graves said. "Your cockslave is here, imperator."

"Thank you, Mercius," Luthor said. "Please go and dress yourself appropriately. I may need your assistance further."

The brown-headed bodyguard nodded and quickly marched off to the side. Lois looked a question at her...and at last, Lex Luthor gave the explanation.

"Welcome, Lois Lane, to my Cumintorium!" He smiled. "A little game I like to indulge myself in. As you might understand, many individuals have a sexual attraction to hermaphrodites—the Japanese futanari—but I am not one of those pathetic otaku masturbating over some jpeg waifu online, or making do with transgender sex workers. No, I wanted a perfect hermaphrodite...and with my wealth and my genius, I have found a way. A retrovirus that splices some Kryptonian DNA into your cells, exposure to red kryptonite...and here you are. Magnificent."

He smiled as he regarded her cock.

"Wghgh ogrgh wggghm?" Lois mouthed around the gag.

"The other women? Early experiments. Insufficient to my needs. Cocks too small, nonfunctional, impermanent. Useful only as bait to bring you here. The whole lie about needing you to procreate...you swallowed it hook, line, and sinker," Lex Luthor gloated. "You, however, are the final product of everything I have learned...you can cum pints, all night long, your thick prick enough to drive a lesser man to envy. Nearly pure Kryptonian cum."

He grinned. Licked his lips. "All mine..."