Emasculate Zod

Zod would not whimper in pain or dismay...but he would scream.

Invectives spat forth from his lips. His eyes burned. The collar and other manacles burned bright as they kept him restrained, muscles tensing against the electrical ****, veins bulging over his flesh. Faora ignored him. Her eyes were focused on the bio-sampler...and what was happening to him.

The general's manhood stood swollen in an artificial vacuum. Tiny electrical impulses made his testes jump in an even rhythm. Unable to stop himself, seed spat out of the end of his Kryptonian manhood, all of his genetic legacy spewing forth in a constant, sustained, artificial ejaculation.

Yet that was not what made Zod rant and rave. It was the way his genitals began to shrink, the bio-sampler forcing the cannibalism of his own tissues, cells rapidly reverting to stem cells and from there to sperm cells, to be sucked out. Ursa gave out a high-pitched laugh as she saw the general's once impressive cock begin to retract into his body...the swollen testes shrinking and withdrawing...and utter rage filled Zod as he felt and watched his cock reduced to a stub...and then with a final shudder, the prick collapsed in on itself, his penile muscles autocannibalized, until only a useless tube of skin hung limp inside the tube, the scrotum nothing more than an empty sack of skin.

"The mighty Zod, now a eunuch," Faora said as she removed the tube containing his seed. "And yet you have provided us with all the material necessary for the reconstitution of the Kryptonian race."

"You are done with him, then?" Ursa said, running a sponge over the bound chest of Zod. There was an odd light in her eyes.

"Yes. I must see to our test subjects. He's all yours," Faora said. So saying, she left...and it was Ursa, with her bright blue eyes, that stared down at Zod. Helpless and in her power...and now no longer straining against his bonds.

"Ursa...you must help me," he said. Licked his lips. "Free me. Together we can..."

The female Kryptonian smiled. "Yes, General. Together. But first...an experiment."

She held up the wavelength generator...and the emasculated Zod felt the fear knot his guts. Clean **** in battle was one thing, exile in the Phantom Zone was maddening, but this...

Down In The Bathroom

The high-pitched scream that burst from Luma Lynai's throat was out of the range of hearing of humans...those glasses exploded throughout the building, every window blew out, and bottles burst behind the bar. The crowd, unsure of what to make of the sudden destruction, began to rush the exit. Dancers swayed in their cages, watching the riot of bodies scrabble for escape...and Luma Lynai, panting, floated downward. Lois Lane's heels tapped against the tile and the reporter grabbed the wall of the stall, dizzy and shaken from the supersonic scream.

"How do you feel?" Luma said.

"Horny," Lois admitted. "But more to the point...you think someone did this to us? How?"

"I don't know," the blonde said. "Perhaps that liquid you spilled on me..."

"The drink!" Lois said. "The bartender. They must have slipped me something. Come on..."

She grabbed the blonde's arm and pulled her to her feet. Lois felt ridiculous doing it...she had no idea how powerful Luma Lynai was. The blonde almost seemed to read her thoughts.

"On my own world, beneath an orange sun, I'm as strong as Superman. Yellow sunlight is to me what green kryptonite is to a Kryptonian. Inside, at night, I'm still fairly strong and invulnerable...but I can't stay on your world long. Even moonlight will slowly poison me..."

"Then let's get our answers quick," Lois said with determination, trying to ignore the urgent pulsing between her thighs. She wanted nothing more than to hump Luma Lynai's face...but this was more important.