Vacu-Pump

The vacu-pump stood alone in the center of the testing chamber. There was a slick, soft, clear tube at about waist-height, upright handlebars on either side were covered in padding for better grip and curved up and over. There was a novel at mouth-level. Above the receptacle was a flatscreen, currently displaying a pulsing pink screensaver.

"We modified this from a device used to collect semen from stud horses," Luthor explained. "Modified for human anatomy and...comfort. Completely sterile, automated, and with built-in sensors. Please stand on the platform and...insert yourself."

Lois Lane took a deep breath. She couldn't really believe she was doing this...except well, she was. Her hard throbbing cock jutted out in front of her like the bowsprit on the prow of a ship. To her surprise, the clear opening of the device was moulded in the shape of a vagina...and pre-lubricated. Taking a deep breath, Lois grabbed her shaft just behind the head and levered it down to the opening.

Automatically, the suction began. Lois gave a brief cry of alarm as her body was sucked forward, only stopping when her balls slammed into a padded rest right below the cockhole. Instinctively, the reporter grabbed onto the handlebars.

She couldn't describe the feeling. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. She imagined it must be what it felt like in space, if a hole punctured the hull, and your body was drawn out through that hole by the immense difference in pressure. Immediately she tried to dig in her heels, push against the bars with her arms...to pull herself free...

...which is when the heat and vibration began. Above her, the pink monitor pulsed faster, deeper, began to strobe.

"I hope it's comfortable," Lex said. "As a well-paid LexCorp employee, this will be your workstation for much of the foreseeable future. If our estimates are correct, you should be able to produce much more semen than a normal human being...all of which the device will collect and package for use."

"Use?" Lois said.

"Hmm-hmm. Since acquiring your talents has proven more expensive than I intended, we are going to have to increase production...when you get thirsty, suck on the nozzle in front of you. It contains an electrolyte solution. We wouldn't want our star stud to dehydrate, would we?" He said.

Lois Lane struggled. By exerting all her strength, she could just draw an inch or so of her immense cock out of the tight, hot, vibrating hole...but then the suction would increase and her hips were drawn forward, balls bouncing against the pad, a strange pressure building within her body.

"The screen contains an...entertainment program...to help you relax and enjoy yourself," he said with a smile. "I'll come back to see how you're doing in a few hours."

Lois Lane watched him leave...and wondered if she had made a mistake, iron-clad contract notwithstanding.