Help Comes For Lex Luthor...Eventually

The alarms went off. LexCorp security, however, was not all that it could be; not when they had to maintain the secrecy of the site and the highly-illegal operations that went on there. Lex Luthor had made a habit of not being tracked inside his lair. Perhaps if he'd had Mercy Graves by his side, where a bodyguard should be, instead of juggling the duties of bodyguard, lab assistant, factotum, and chief of security...

...well, Graves was busy. Lois Lane was hard.

He had made her hard. The prick that could ejaculate and stay stiff as a rod of steel. That plunged in and out of his poor abused bunghole like she would pierce right through his belly. Lex Luthor could feel every slap of her massive breeder balls against his own tiny testicles, every throb of the cock that he had given her. It was his own hubris come to roost in his ass, and despite all of his power and his intelligence, faced with the **** of the hormonally unbalanced dickgirl that **** his ass in a steroidal frenzy, all that Lex Luthor could do was grip his hands and lay with his cock trapped beneath him on the floor as Lois Lane pounded away at him and whispered poison into his ear.

"I want to hear you say it Lex. Those three little words. Tell me what everyone already knows. That the most brilliant man in the world likes cock. That Lex Luthor loves cock. That you're a faggot that gets off from having a big cock in his ass. We already know, Lex. You think Superman is ever going to bend you over like this? Maybe if you dress up real nice and keep your boi-pussy really clean for him, he'll do you the favor of wiping his cock off on your sissy asshole, just to watch you shiver before he takes those puny little balls in his hands and crushes them like quail eggs just to see your last watery spunk drip from that useless prick of yours..."

Over and over, the reporter utterly lost as the transformation affected her brain. She slammed into his unmoving body not caring about the blood on her dick, or how Lex Luthor's whimpers had given way to a kind of dull and vacant motionlessness as he retreated inside himself. All the pain and psychological **** that he had subjected Lois and others too was finally rebounding on him, and all that Lex could do was retreat from the terrible present as Lois determined to make him say the magic words.

When, at last, the alarms were silenced, the exits were secured, the personnel and prisoners accounted for...when Mercy Graves finally managed to launch a systematic search herself...that was how she found them. Lex Luthor pinned to the floor beneath the science experiment that was Lois Lane, skewered by her veiny prick.

Mercy walked up behind Lois without the reporter even hearing her. The zap of the stung gun caused the pent-up jizz inside the reporter's body to finally spurt into Lex Luthor's depths...and when Mercy rolled the dickgirl off of him, she zapped the reporter again, just to be sure.

Lex Luthor's ass was an utter ruin. Mercy Graves could have spit into the caping, cum-filled cavity without hitting the sides. His lips moved, almost silently, and Mercy Graves bent down to hear if he had any instructions for her. The bodyguard's face went blank as she straightened up and gave orders to the waiting medical and security personnel. There was work to be done.