Take Charge Of This Fuck

Lois Lane blinked, slowly, as she saw the expression shift on Lex Luthor's face. The brilliant, utterly amoral mind lost for a moment in pure animal lust. Then the reporter's eyes narrowed, and her head seemed to instantly clear.

Hang on...is that it? After all I've been through? Not even a little orgasm? To hell with that.

It was strange. A moment ago, the transformed reporter had been too **** to move. Yet now...it felt odd. Thing snapped as she moved. The whole experience of grabbing Lex's shoulders and pushing off against the table felt like she was floating. His eyes bugged out as his broad shoulders slammed against the wall, but Lois barely felt the impact at all.

Too late, his hands came up to her arms, to try and free himself...and a strange smile came to the reporter's lips when he found he couldn't shift her a millimeter.

"No...the overlay...you're not supposed to get their powers..."

"Lex," Lois said. "You are a terrible lay. No flowers, no dinner, no foreplay...and no climax. Someone needs to teach you how to fuck properly."

The reporter squeezed her vaginal muscles...and Lex Luthor screamed as the tube cinched tight around his prick.

"Now try to stay hard long enough for me to feel something, would you?" She said.

She moved her hips. Alarms began to blare, but Lois didn't care. The sense of power that filled her was intoxicating...and as she shifted back and forth, Lex Luthor groaned. Her strangely extended vagina crashed into him like a steel pipe, and Lois could see his body bruise around it. Hear his hips creak as the bones threatened to crack at every thrust. Smell his mingled fear and lust as he released inside of her again, his pathetic watery seed spurting into her depths...but it was no use. Lex Luthor's eyes rolled up into his head as Lois pressed too hard, and his hip shattered.

With a sneer of disgust, Lois pulled back. His cock was black and blue, covered in his jizz, broken blood vessels surrounding the base. He collapsed the moment she let him go, and Lois stared down at her tumescent vaginal canal...and the lust burned within her. The reporter knew she needed something, anything, to get off right now.