Program Lois to Seduce Supergirl

"She's licking cunt like she was born to it, Mr. Luthor," Mercy Graves said in the control room.

"Excellent. Deploy the headset," the bald villain said, his gaze focused on three-dimensional holographic model of Lois Lane on the projection table. Sensors throughout the room were reading critical data off of her body—brain activity, heart rate, perspiration, hormone levels, residual kryptonite radiation readings...the latter of which were remaining steady, as he'd hoped.

"H-hey babe," Maria said as Lois continued to suck and slurp at the pussy in front of her. "It's not that I'm not enjoying it, but how about a little break?"

The reporter growled into the growler. Her tongue felt at home in the pussy, and she hadn't gotten the other woman to cum yet. A part of Lois was hoping that the fat pussy in front of her was a squirter. She wanted to taste it in her mouth, feel it gush against her face. Just the thought of it made her so hot...

Something settled around the reporter's head. Heavy muffs covered her ears, and tiny pinpricks touched painfully on her skin...and then a numbness spread through Lois Lane's scalp at the points of contact. A heavy visor slipped down over the purple eyes, and Lois grumbled as it cut off her sight of the pussy she was eating. The reporter panted hard, still able to taste the pussy as she reached up to yank the contraption off of her head...when light flickered, and she could see again.

Lois Lane stared out at the visor...and it was no longer Maria in front of her. The body was slimmer, more toned, the hair about the pretty pink pussy was blonde as a Kansas hayfield, the breasts small with little pink puffy nipples on top, like the dap of cream on a cupcake. A familiar face smiled down at Lois, the blue eyes piercing, the face innocent and eager.

Supergirl's face.

"Please Lois," the Maid of Might's voice came through the earphones. "Eat my pussy?"

She didn't have to ask Lois twice.

"Neural contacts engaged," Mercy Graves said. "Sexual targeting program begun."

"Excellent," Luthor said. He allowed himself a little smile. Her erection strained against his tailored pants as she saw Lois Lane eagerly eat "Supergirl's" pussy, the combination of chemicals and neural stimulators reprogramming the readymade lesbian's brain. Soon, she would be the tool with which he would destroy his most hated enemies.

But first...

"Mercy," Luthor said, eyes not moving from the holographic projection as he rolled backward, the tent in his pants plainly visible. "Take care of this."

"Right away Mr. Luthor," Mercy said.