Lois Lane's Programming Is Complete

Lois Lane stood up, the slut before her already forgotten. Her metallic cock swiveled like a serpent, the green shard of kryptonite at its tip gleaming like an obscene beacon. Information was being transmitted to her cybernetic implants, displayed on the lenses before her eyes.

"Lois?" Supergirl said, taken aback by the reporter's appearance—naked, and with that strange helmet on, the weird metal device stuck between the reporter's legs. "Are you...okay?"

"Kara," the reporter's voice was dreamlike. Lois clutched her head, as though trying to take off the helmet. "Help me. Please. I can't..."

Supergirl stepped forward. Nineteen years old, and Lois Lane's visor was feeding stats to her...heart rate, body temperature, estimated ovulation cycle...but above all else, as the Kryptonian woman drew close, one thing blared in the reporter's brain.

PRIMARY TARGET ENGAGED

The cybernetically-augmented reporter stumbled forward, falling face first. Supergirl caught her automatically, without thinking. It was only as the reporter clutched the Kryptonian tight, and a sudden weakness shook the blonde superheroine's knees, that she realized something was very, very wrong.

Lois Lane stood, still clutching onto Supergirl. One leg wrapped around Kara's knee, and sent them both crashing onto the ground...with Lois on top. The hard shaft of her metal prick pressed against the super-slit, the green kryptonite glowing brightly.

"Wait...stop...Lois, please, listen to meeagh!"

With a sidnly hard thrust, the cybercock burst through the plain red panties and into the tight cunt beyond. A hymen that could have withdtood an industrial diamond-tip drill parted like bloody curtains as the cock, tipped with Kryptonite, pushed straight through the potential barrier and buried itself in Supergirl's pussy.

The reporter's hands eagerly pulled up the shirt, revealing some sort of black Kryptonian sportsbra—and beneath that, the small, pale, virginal breasts with their little pink nipples.

"Supergirl," Lois said, her lower body on automatic pilot, her brain consumed with the utterly perfect super-tits in her grasp. "Supergirl supergirl supergi..."

Mechanically, Lois Lane's hips were thrusting, the cock plunging in and out of the Kryptonian cunt. Unperceived by Lois, the cock was gathering precious data—ultrasound mapping of the entire vaginal canal, chemical analysis, energy emissions. Up above in the booth, Lex Luthor read the datastream in fascination.

"M...Mister Luthor," Mercy said. "Y-you got hard again. May I..."

"Yes, yes," he said, waving away the distraction. "Another orgasm or two should help ensure conception. Just do it quietly."

Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Mercy Graves levered herself back onto her toes. Lex Luthor's cock was still plugging her freshly-creamed twat, but she knew how excited that new Kryptonian data got him...and she wasn't about to give up on this opportunity. This time, she'd get knocked up and keep it.

Quietly, she pushed her ass back and forth in his lap, rubbing the insides of her cunt with his stiff prick, not too fast or too slow, but just enough to ease out another load from the billionaire's balls. Her stiff legs ached and quivered, her breasts dangled beneath her, and Mercy wondered what it would be like when they were swollen and full of milk...

Supergirl's hands clamped tightly on the device covering the reporter's head. The Kryptonian's mouth was set in a firm line of pain and determination. A green light seemed to burn through the skin of the Maid of Steel's stomach.

"Lois...I'm sorry."

With a wrench, Kara tore the cybernetic device from Lois Lane's scalp. The reporter gave a jerking shudder as probes were suddenly and forcefully removed from her brain, as instructions suddenly ceased. She collapsed onto the half-naked Kryptonian...but her hips kept humping and pumping away.

Kryptonite poisoning was insidious. The level of weakness, even unto ****, was determined by the amount and duration of exposure. To Supergirl, the chip of Kryptonite buried inside her pussy was like getting a sunburn from the inside. As Lois Lane lay insensate, the heroine used the last of her super-strength to wrench the reporter off of her, to flip Lois onto her back.

Upper body still in a daze, Lois Lane's hips continued to rise and fall with mechanical regularity, the obscene metal phallus jerking into the air as if still inside the Kryptonian cunt it had been designed to violate.

There was blood between Supergirl's thighs as she crawled over to the **** reporter. One pale hand gripped the shaft...and tore it out of Lois Lane's cunt, casting the flailing metal device into the far corner of the white room.

That far away, the effects of the radiation quickly dimmed. Supergirl gathered Lois Lane in her arms, and began to float skyward. It wasn't the smooth, quick flight of her entrance—if a bird or plane could limp, that might give the impression of the two women rising toward the hole in the ceiling. Supergirl knew that she was giving Lex Luthor time to escape, but she also knew she had to make Lois her priority.

Without a backward glance, they were up, up and away.

"Damn!" Luthor slammed his fist into the chair. Mercy shuddered as she felt something hot and warm trickle down her thighs, tongue lolling, cheek pressed into the floor. She wanted to drink up all of his sperm with her womb.

"Deconsecration protocol, Mercy," he said. "We need to eliminate the evidence and move before she returns."

"Ju-just five more minutes, Mr. Luthor," she said. "I'm so close!"

"Unacceptable. We are leaving now!" he slapped her ass hard...and then his tone softened. "However, I may need to work out some stress later. Make sure to have your ass prepared for reaming."

"Y-yes, Mr. Luthor." Mercy Graves said as she slid off his dick. Her programming **** a smile on her face. "I'd be happy for you to fuck my ass sir. At any time."

Luthor grunted and pulled up his pants. Even without the augmentations, the nanites should have completed their re-programming of Lois Lane's brain. Which should make the reporter's life from this point on...interesting, to say the least.