Lois Lane was in over her head again, she had managed to steal the uniform of the South American dictator, and with some makeup she was a spitting image. The Lexcorp goons had picked her up at the airport, no questions asked. No here she was in the back of the who’s who of reneaged state leaders trying to buy a Kryptonian retro virus based super-soldier formula. Lex himself was giving the lowdown and was rather giddy about the prospect of an enhanced human fighting Superman. The bidding started at a billion dollars gold and was going up two billion at a time. Lois used what she knew about the small South American island country to try and figure out a plan. Oil, the south end of the island and the seas under the straight between the island and the north coast of the main land had giant pools of oil and Lexcorps had done the surveys.
“Five Years,” Lois barked.
Everyone stopped, looked back and focused on her.
“Five Years exclusive exploitation rights for our oil fields,” Lois tried to sound confidant.
Lex stopped and arched an eyebrow and then smiled.
“Well gentleman,” Lex smiled, “Can any of you top two hundred and forty-six billion?”
The others shook their heads.
“Would you excuse us gentlemen,” Lex smiled, “We have to arrange the delivery.”
Lex knodded to the other Lexcorp staff members in the room. Everyone left leaving Lex alone in the room with Lois in her disguise. Lex waited for everyone to leave and then let out a hearty belly laugh.
“Ah Miss Lane,” Lex smiled, “You never fail to amuse me.”
“What?”
“El Tigre phoned me before my men left for the airport,” Lex smirked, “She had no interest in all of this, but was letting me know that someone had stolen her uniforms and her private aircraft. So I knew you would be trying to impersonate her. You missed the reception where I told my guest that you were coming and that we should put on a show for them. The gentleman from Iran suggested auctioning the means to make human kryptonian hybrids. If you must know the real reason for this get together is an attempt to try and arrange back door deals on behalf of the state department to encourage them to play nice.”
Lois was shocked to hear this.
“Back door deals, so if I try to publish anything about this,” Lois sat on a table, “The deals are off.”
Lex tapped himself on the nose.
“Son of a…” Lois cursed.
*
The Succubus walked around the room watching the event unfold between the bald man and the uniformed woman. She knew what to do. She pulled out her crop and created two special pieces of neckwear. The first one she put around the man’s neck. Instantly the corruption started to spread in him.
*
“You know Lois, you look rather fetching in that uniform,” Lex looked her up and down.
Lois felt self-conscience. The dress uniform was the type common to south American generals a century and a half ago except cut tight to the feminine body. Tight green pants with a black leg strip, a green double breasted jacket with gold shoulder boards, a sash with medals from one shoulder to the sash belt around her waist and black boots. She could feel his lust radiate.
“What are you thinking Lex?” Lois asked concerned.
“The Iranian suggested the McGuffin of a hybridizer,” Lex smiled, “Little did he know we have developed such a material but as of yet we only have enough for one person to be hybridized. What would you be willing to pay for such a treatment?”
*
The succubus wrapped the companion piece around Lois’ neck and sealed the slave collar shut. The spell went to work on her as well.
*
Lois stared at Lex, the words shocked her. The idea of being able to finally love Clare like a fellow kryptonian and not having to worry about him killing her in bed or even worse her own unborn child killing her popped into her mind. Then another set of ideas came to mind, her serving Lex, as a body guard, as a propagandist, as a lover. Sexual fantasies took shape in her mind’s eye of her in various fetishistic outfits tied to Lex’s bed getting fucked, bent over his office desk getting doggy style, under his desk giving him blow jobs at work.
*
The succubus watched with glee as their outfits started to change. Lex’s boxer briefs became black latex with a snap on cod piece and his under shirt became chlorinated white latex. Lois’ bra and panties set changed as well, they became a black latex thong, garter belt, thigh highs and over bust corset. The Succubus giggled with glee as the rubber sent fingers into Lois’ love box and back door, and then they expanded to the size and shape of Lex’s love stick. While Lex’s suit remained the same, at home and in his private office more of his clothes changed, shelves and buckets transformed into leather and latex fetish fashions. The dictator’s uniform started to change. Everything became leather and molded to Lois’ body. Her body began to change as well, her waist narrowed and her bosom enlarged. The boots became high heeled fuck me knee boots. Its’ buttons changed from the General’s seal to the Lexcorp’s logo. The collar on her neck became visible to the mortal world.
*
“Lex,” Lois smiled seductively, “What would you say if I offered your me for the treatment? You make me a super, and in return, I become your willing and obedient slave.”
“What kind of slave?” Lex asked.
“Imagine a superwoman as your personal nymphomaniac Gorean sex slave, concubine, secretary, body guard and escort all wrapped in the best skin tight rubber and leather you can afford,” Lois licked her lips.
“Well it’s a good thing I know about gold kryptonite,” Lex smiled.
“Gold Kryptonite?” Lois asked.
“Contact with it temporarily renders a kryptonian a mere mortal. Once they remove it they are back to being a Mary Sue, but so long as it is on them they can’t metabolize the solar radiation like they normally do,” Lex said, “He never told you about that did he?”
“Bastard!” Lois said.
“He probably didn’t even know about it,” Lex said, “I am sure I can be a better teacher about being a kryptonian that Superman ever could.”
“I don’t want a teach,” Lois sank to her knees causing the leather to creak, “This slut wishes to surrender to and be the slave of a real master!”
“Worship your master,” Lex dropped his pants, “MY SLAVE!"