End: They Do Not Get The Sperm Sample

Lex Luthor sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, a frown etched deeply into his face, eyes glittering like chips of green ice. Willis and O'Brien stood stiffly on the carpet, sweat dripping off of them. Behind them, Mercy Graves waited like a lion eyeing a pair of gazelles.

"Explain to me," Luthor said slowly, "How you two lost a subject with a three-foot penis."

Willis and O'Brien's head shifted just enough to make eye contact. O'Brien coughed, her sweaty palms smoothed her labcoat, and she took a deep breath, voice quailing a little as she addressed the evil genius who was also her employer.

"Well sir...we, uh...we were set to get a sperm sample..." she began. "Using a totally standard procedure."

The gigantic cock leaped in Willis' hands, spurting more pre-cum over his face and hair. He kept his mouth tightly shut. Lois Lane, strapped to the X-frame and lost in whatever scenario was being fed into her brain from the virtual reality helmet, twitched and shooked, her cock jumping around, the massive prick levered upward by muscles that had to approach superhuman strength.

"Christ, that's so fucking big," O'Brien said, one hand down her pants. "That tree trunk would split me in two. I bet just the precum would get me pregnant."

Her other hand slid down the sensitive base of the massive pillar of cock, to rub the reporter's pussy lips.

"Should you....really...be doing that?" Willis said, exasperated, as he tried to hold onto the prick and jerk it off at the same time. "Look, why don't you go get the sample container. She has to be close by now."

"Fucking faggot," O'Brien said, face flushed and rubbing her pussy harder. "You know you want it too. You want this bitch to fuck a baby into your sissy ass. I know the kind of porn your jerk off to, you hentai-addicted freak."

"Fuck you Willis, you cu-u-u-unt!" Willis half-yelped the end of the word as, clutching onto the cock with both hands, it rose into the air...and carried him with it.

Defying the laws of physics, the reporter's prick stood out from her body at a sixty degree angle...and Willis, not the tallest of men, gripped it by the head, his feet dangling off the ground as it supported his whole wait. O'Brien, lost in a haze, rubbed both her and Lois Lane's pussy faster.

With a grunt of effort, Willis swung his legs up, clutching the impossible prick like a tree branch.

"How the hell is she doing that?" He grunted, trying to pull the prick back down.

"I don't know," O'Brien said, her glasses steamy. "But I do know when we get a sample, I'm going to drink it like a glass of m—"

There was a snap as the straps holding the reporter down broke. A wiggle of her hips sent Willis flying, the technician crashing into a rack of lab equipment. The great cock whipped back and slapped O'Brien in the face, the woman hitting her head on the opposite wall.

"So, um, after the subject broke containment...we weren't expecting that display of superhuman strength...we found they had made off with some of our clothing, security badges, and keys, and then escaped. As soon as we came too, we sounded the alarm..." O'Brien said. "...and sought medical assistance. I think I have whiplash..."

Luthor eyed her carefully. "And the reason there were no samples of the subject's pre-cum? You said there were copious amounts."

Willis coughed. "All-all gone when we woke up sir. Subject must have, um, cleaned up after herself."

He bit his lip, remembering the way O'Brien had been licking his face clean when he had woken up, a bloody gash in the back of his head. Then his face flushed as he remembered how she had sucked the pre-cum out of his shirt...and then his pants...the subject had taken his trousers and Willis had been unable to stop O'Brien from freeing his prick from his boxer shorts and hoovering it into her greedy mouth.

The hot, wet spurt into her mouth had been the greatest moment of his life...until he had seen her swallow.

They hadn't raised the alarm quite immediately after that, either. Willis shivered as he remembered the animal heat that had swallowed his cock as O'Brien had forcefully pulled down her pants and **** her hairy cunt down on his shaft...and because it was his second shot, it had taken him a good fifteen minutes of horny humping before he finished inside of her, the highly-educated woman grunting and squirming, using him to get off. The alarm hadn't really entered their consciousness until after they had both cum.

Lex Luthor sighed.

"You've both been exposed to the subject's bodily fluids. You're both to be quarantined for the next 48 hours in one of the medical cells," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Together?" O'Brien said with a start. "B-but, sir...!"

Luthor's green eyes narrowed. "Do I hear a complaint?"

"N-no sir!" O'Brien said, bunching her fists into her pockets and looking at her feet.

"Good. Mercy, escort them there now. I need to focus on finding out missing subject and cleaning up the mess you two incompetents have left!"

In the corridor, being marched to the cell, Willis and O'Brien couldn't outwardly show their relief...or meet each other's eyes. Not until they were both locked into the medical cell...a glorified prison cell with one bunk, a desk, and a single toilet.

"Well, wherever the subject has gotten to," O'Brien said as the door closed and locked behind them, her hands stealing beneath her pants to scratch at her pussy, sticky and wet with Willis' spunk. "I hope she's enjoying her night out as much as we're going to enjoy the night in."

He stood there, awkwardly...but O'Brien was already stripping out of her clothes, pulling him down to the bunk. Absently, Willis wondered how long the weird sexual fluids would affect her...not that he particularly cared, at the moment. Right now, emptying another load from his aching balls into the hot, bottomless chasm of O'Brien's twat was his entire purpose in his life, an opportunity that might never come again.