End: With Brute

Lex Luthor had many automated defenses designed to keep people out...but were rather less effective in keeping people inside. He had guards equipped with weapons suitable for human adversaries...but not Kryptonians. Kryptonite that might weaken or defeat Superman...but not a Bizarro. Tranquilizer darts and bullets bounced off of the Bizarro Supergirl's pale, rough skin. One swing of her arms tore armored doors off their hinges. Alarms blared, and Lois Lane and four pregnant women followed behind the pale, deformed parody of a hero who stumbled and shuffled, her cock swinging back and forth...

...and once they were out in the alley outside the club, the twisted figure straightened up. She stared at the moon, and Lois Lane remembered how moonlight was just reflected sunlight...light from a yellow star...and the reporter wondered whether it was recharging those cells, long deprived of sunlight.

"Okay," Lois said. "I need to get to a phone. You ladies have been reported missing to the police, and I'm sure need to get checked out at a hospital and..."

Something rose up between the reporter's legs. It felt like a birch log, the bark worn smooth but still a little knotted. She stared down and recognized the pale length of the Bizarro Supergirl's cock, harder than ever...and it rose, lifting Lois off of her feet.

"Ne-ver and ne-ver..." the Bizarro said in her ear.

Then Lois was staring down at the four pregnant women she had come to rescue. THey rose into the air, Lois wrapped in those arms, the hard cock between her legs. Not penetrating...not yet. The reporter swallowed. She needed to resume control of the situation.

She pointed in the general direction of her apartment.

"My home now is that-a-way," the reporter managed. "You no am can fuck me there."

They drifted in that direction...and Lois wondered exactly what her plan was from here. Knocked up, in the arms of an incedibly powerful and decidedly horny being...and there was Lex Luthor to think about too. He wouldn't be idle. She knew she needed to contact Superman somehow. He would know what to do with the Bizarro Supergirl...

There was a brief sense of weightlessness as the dickgirl tossed her into the air...and then the rough hands caught the reporter's legs, and the head of that cock popped into the reporter's pussy with a shocking abruptness.

"Me no can fuck you anywhere," the Bizarro Supergirl said.

As dawn came to Metropolis, some of those who looked out their skyscraper windows saw an unusual sight. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter, bouncing up and down on the deformed dick of a naked blonde hermaphrodite that floated lazily through the sky. Those who came out on their balconies as they floated past could hear Lois Lane's moans...and the reporter did moan, lost in the moment, unable to break free even if she wanted to as the Bizarro Supergirl pulled her up and down on her cock, rivulets of bright blue jizz dripping down from the reporter's snatch.

Eventually, Lois Lane knew, Superman or some other hero would hear about this and come rescue her. As her body convulsed once again, her pussy raw and puffy from the hours of constant sex sore as it squeezed tight once more, another climax shuddering through her brain...a part of Lois hoped he would come rescue her soon.

But perhaps...not too soon.