Kon-El—Superboy!

He stared blankly ahead, blue eyes wide yet somehow unseeing. The chiseled jaw, so much like his older "brother" Superman, was set, his mouth a mere line. The young man—Lois wasn't clear on his exact age, but thought she'd heard that he was 18 or 19 now—was pounding away like a biological fuck-machine.

The reporter's eyes fell to the collar around his neck. It was of some dark, lustreless metal, segmented like an armored snake wrapped around the Teen Titan, just below the adam's apple. There were little yellow glowing lights ringing the inside of it, she saw.

That must be how they're controlling him! Lois Lane thought. If I can get it off...

Still huffing and puffing as the super-teen plumbed her depths, the reporter's hands clamped on to either side of his face, making as though she was stroking him, while in reality her fingers danced around the collar, looking for buttons, controls, a weak point of any sort.

It was hard...both the task at hand, and Superboy's super-dick, pronging away at her pussy. Lois admitted that it somehow felt better now that she could see his face, knew who it was that was fucking her. A part of her wasn't angry or sad at all at the prospect of getting knocked up with Superboy's baby...it was almost like getting fucked by a younger, more virile Superman...but Lois focused her attention, put those distracting thoughts out of her mind. He wasn't in control of himself.

Something moved under her fingers. Superboy blinked, consciousness coming back into his face.

"Miss Lane?" He blurted, pausing in his fucking. "Are you...are we...?"

The lights in the collar turned green. Superboy writhed in pain, veins standing out in his neck, and his hands immediately went to the collar, tugging at the dark metal, gagging in pain.

Lois was so shocked, she almost missed the sudden warmth and wetness inside her pussy. A shiver of weird satisfaction ran through her body, pussy clamping unconsciously about the invading member, her MILF-ified form instinctively trying to milk and save the potent cum pumped into her still-fertile cunt.

He ejaculated inside me again! The reporter thought. Her attention focused on Superboy's battle with the collar.

"Fight it, Superboy! It's been controlling you! Please, fight it!"