Auction Lois Off To The Highest Bidder

The dickgirl shivered slightly in the silks. They concealed very little, and the golden collar around her neck, connected by heavy gold chains to manacles at wrist and ankle, were unnecessary. Isley had never known anyone so complacent. Even cows were more curious on their way to slaughter.

The curtain raised. Light blinded the former reporter. Mercy Graves took her by the arm and led her out onto the stage.

"...the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, Lois Lane!" Lex Luthor said dramatically into the microphone. "A veritable prize for any of you who want a bit of leverage against the Man of Steel. What am I bid?"

Silence met the mad scientist's question. A motley collection of villains considered Lois Lane from their seats. Not the richest or the most powerful; only those who could be here on short notice, that Luthor could contact and be assured of their ability to keep quiet.

Without recognition, Lois gazed at the Ultra-Humanite, the demonic twins Blaze and Satanus, a pale man in a suit who must represent Intergang, the Toyman and Black Adam...even the Joker had driven in from Gotham. The pale-faced Crown Prince of Crime was, Mercy noted, not smiling.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked.

There was a murmur from the crowd. Luthor turned to the Joker gravely.

"She has been subject to an experimental intelligence-reducing treatment," he said, letting that sink in. "Which has rendered her utterly complacent and non-communicative." He paused.

More mumbling.

"How do we know you haven't just dolled up some hooker to look like Lane, then?" The Intergang representative asked. "We do that kind of thing all the time, for special clients."

"Because I am the one putting on the auction," Luthor said. "Do you really think I need whatever pissant amount of money this auction will bring? I'm in this for the humiliation it will bring to my arch-enemy!"

The Ultra-Humanite wearily raised a hand. "Very well. On the strength of your reputation then...I open with one hundred thousand. Are there any other changes we should be made aware of?"

Luthor cleared his throat. "She also has a penis, now. Fully functional hermaphrodite."

With a nod from Lex, Mercy Graves reached forward and parted the veils to showcase the braindead bimbo's new appendage. She then lifted the flaccid cock to show her bare pussy hanging beneath.

There was a moment of silence.

"Two hundred thousand," the Toyman chimed in. "Any gag reflex?"

"Haven't tested it," Luthor said testily.

"Four hundred!" The Joker sniggered. "If you throw in a Wonder Woman costume."

"One million," Black Adam did not raise his voice, but it echoed in the room like thunder, looking pointedly at the Joker. "If only to keep such a fine flower out of your hands."

"One million dollars," Lex Luthor repeated, getting into his role as auctioneer. "Do I hear more?"