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Amazo vs the DC Universe	By : Hyperion Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 57831 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The city-wide emergency warning that had gone out after a small chunk of the moon crashed into downtown Metropolis had preceded the mayor calling in the National Guard to handle the fallout of the calamity. The resulting chaos had inspired the dregs of the criminal underworld to come out and wreak havoc on the streets, but the military, working with the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit, had begun beating back the rioting villains and restoring some semblance of order to the city. But while they were at it, the mayor had imposed a standing curfew, imploring citizens to stay inside their buildings until the danger had passed, warning that the streets weren't safe yet and that civilians in a panic could impede rescue efforts.
Lois Lane, intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet, had slept through the entire day the moon had come crashing down. A week spent covering the outbreak of civil war in Uganda had ended in a long, tiresome flight back home, and when she'd finally reached Metropolis in the middle of the night, she'd made her way back to the apartment in a fatigued haze, before kicking off her heels, dropping into bed and falling into deep, dreamless slumber. So deep, in fact, that she'd even slept through the thunderous noise of the moon-chunk crashing down to Metropolis. Frantic calls and messages from friends and co-workers had gone unanswered, and had made for quite the shock when Lois finally woke up and found her inbox swarming with notifications from almost every contact in her address book. A second shock lay in wait when she switched on her widescreen television and saw the coverage of the disaster that had befallen the city, and from her balcony she could see an army unit answering distress calls in the distance.
Not again, she groaned. Was there anywhere in the world where stuff like this just didn't happen?
Life in a big city was either exciting or terrifying, depending on whom you asked. Most civilians accepted caped heroes fighting caped villains on the rooftops as something akin to the order of nature, but every once in a while there was something worse; an invasion by an alien warlord, an eldritch entity rising from the seas, or the moon exploding and crashing down to Earth, something that made normal men and women feel like helpless insects completely at the mercy of fate, hoping beyond hope that their costumed gods could beat up someone else's costumed gods. Lois was always at the forefront of these calamities, and she'd acquired a reputation for her fearless approach to bringing the public their evening news. But watching Warworld looming over the skies of Metropolis one too many times was enough to make anyone think hard about their mortality. Even being married to Superman didn't help with that. It was one of those uniquely human things that Clark had never needed to learn.
Clark...
There was a message from her husband among the many in her inbox, but that was just for show; a precautionary measure they used to keep up appearances in case somebody ever found her phone and read through her messages. Near the bed stood a small safe built into the wall, with a voice-activated lock that was coded to two voices, her own and Clark's. Kneeling down, she began booting up the safe to retrieve its contents.
"Please enter password."
"Smallville."
"Password accepted."
The safe's door swung open and Lois reached inside to retrieve the device Clark had given her years ago. On the surface it seemed like any of a dozen different smartphones on the market, but in reality it was a highly sophisticated communicator Mr. Terrific had designed for the Justice League. Over time, the League had stopped using it thanks to Terrific developing nanotech transmitters for them to use, as well as the Martian Manhunter's ability to set up a telepathic link between every Leaguer. The phone-sized transmitters were instead given to each hero's next of kin, primarily as a way of contacting them nearly anywhere in the universe, but also as a defense system. The phone had the contact information of every registered hero on the planet, and the user could phone one of them for help if they were in mortal danger. Most heroes from the B-list and below readily jumped at the opportunity to impress the Justice League by saving one of their loved ones. Lois knew Iris Allen had one, over in Central City, and so did Mera down in Atlantis. Even Steve Trevor, who spent most of his waking life surrounded by armed guards, kept one hidden in his office. She wasn't sure if Catwoman had one, or if the rest of the League would even approve of Batman giving her one. Bruce wasn't in the habit of bringing dates to the Christmas party at the Hall of Justice. Or showing up for the party at all.
There was one new voicemail in the communicator's inbox, and Lois realized how long she'd been subconsciously holding her breath when she exhaled in relief at the sight of it. The Justice League had been off in another dimension fighting god-knows-what when she'd left for Uganda, but they'd clearly cut their visit short in the wake of the latest calamity to befall the Earth.
"Lois, I checked in earlier to see if you were alright. I'm glad you were already home. The League is handling this, but we don't know what happened or what's coming next. Please be safe. Love you."
Be safe....what did that even mean? How was anyone supposed to stay safe when things like this were happening? For all she knew another piece of the moon could come crashing down on her head right now. She needed to be out there. This was the kind of thing the media was built for; people needed someone to clue them in on what was happening and what could happen next. How could she just stay inside and let people panic in the dark?
Switching to her regular phone, she punched the fourth number on her speed-dial list. Perry White had been her editor since her first day at the Daily Planet, and over decades, he'd seen it all. She knew he'd be out there, helping the people who needed it, and that's where she needed to be. Perry picked up almost immediately after she pressed the call button. He'd probably been fielding calls all day.
"Lois," Perry breathed heavily, audibly relieved, "thank God. I've been calling all day, and I was ready to assume the worst when you didn't call back."
"I was asleep," Lois replied, suddenly realizing how ridiculous that sounded. Who slept through the moon blowing up? "Long flight. You're running emergency broadcasting for the relief centers, aren't you? Give me a location."
"I don't think so. Stay inside, Lois. The streets aren't safe."
"I'm not sitting around here when I could be helping out, Perry. Just give me a HAM radio and a line to the army, and I can tell people where they need to go and what places they need to avoid."
"Lois, you're not the only reporter we've got. We'll find somebody in the building to handle this. If they haven't lifted the curfew yet, they might have reason to believe whatever's happening isn't over yet. Just stay inside your building. It's not safe on the streets."
"I'm headed to the office, Perry."
"Lois, dammit, for once in your life---"
She'd already hung up before he could finish voicing his exasperation. Moving as quickly as she could, she made her way through an accelerated version of her daily routine. A quick 5-minute shower and a change of clothes into something more practical than an anchor's pantsuit, and she was ready to leave. She checked the time --- it was past midnight --- and made a mental note to call Clark as soon as she had a second and try to find out if the League had any new information on hand. The office was a 20 minute walk away, but she'd have to be careful which paths she picked to get there---
"Aaah!"
As soon as she laid her hand on the bronze door knob, she pulled it away, shaking her fingers furiously. The knob was burning hot, and seemingly growing hotter by the second; she could practically see the metal start to bend inward as wisps of smoke peeled away into the air.
"What the hell?" she wondered out loud. Had some new threat already reached the city?
As quickly as it had overheated, the knob rapidly cooled down, but the bolts inside had fused together. It refused to budge when she tried to turn it. What was she supposed to do now, climb out the window?
"Don't bother, Mrs. Kent."
Lois wheeled around at the sound of the voice, coming face-to-face with a strange man she'd never seen before. He stood directly across from her at the end of the hallway; a slight man, a bit shorter than she was, with skin that seemed wrinkled with age. As he stepped forward into the light, Lois realized to her growing horror that those weren't wrinkles; large swarthes of the man's face and body were covered in scar tissue, as if he had been set on fire and doused too late.
"Not pretty to look at it, isn't it?" the man said. "Not to worry. This form is malleable. How I appear now is simply how I choose to appear."
"Who are you?" Lois demanded, finding her voice.
"Who am I?" the man repeated, slowly and deliberately. "That is the question, isn't it?"
He took one more step forward, and Lois instinctively took one step back, feeling the door against her back. The man spoke again, answering her question. "In life, I was Anthony Ivo. In death," he paused for a second, as if unsure of his answer, "I am.....something else."
Lois felt her stomach lurch as that creeping sense of doom began to grip her tight. She'd never seen Anthony Ivo before, but she knew what had happened between him and Clark; an accident during a fight, caused by Ivo's own kryptonite-powered battle-suit, that had left him critically ill with only months to live and no hope of recovery. She'd told Clark it wasn't his fault, but no one bore the burden of guilt like Superman did.
But Ivo was terminally ill. How was he standing before her now? How was he standing at all, considering the condition he was supposed to be in?
"Oh, I'm dead, don't worry about that," Ivo replied, as if he knew what she was thinking. "Your husband took care of that, didn't he?"
With one arm behind her back, Lois fidgeted with the door knob, but it still wouldn't budge. She considered screaming out for help in the hope that the neighbors would hear her, but what if the situation turned violent and Ivo killed whoever came to her aid?
"You took care of that," she snapped, finding a courage she wouldn't have thought possible. "Turns out there are consequences to a life of crime."
It was the wrong answer, and Lois could see Ivo's face darken as his teeth gnashed with anger behind his pursed lips. "Of course!" he spat, his eyes blazing. "My murder was my own fault! How silly of me to hold those blameless, pristine spandex angels in the sky responsible." He took another step forward, and Lois's knees trembled slightly. "Your powers of observation are as great as fabled, Mrs. Kent."
That was the second time he'd called her "Mrs. Kent"--- emphasizing that he knew Clark's secret. But how could he possibly---
"Know?" Ivo said, interrupting her thoughts again. "The Amazon told me all your secrets, I'm afraid. Or to be more precise, I took your secrets from her mind while she was.....otherwise occupied. Just as I can hear all your thoughts buzzing around in your skull now."
"Diana?" Lois gasped, shocked at the revelation. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing fatal," Ivo responded casually, "In fact, you might say I improved her. Gave her a true purpose beyond flying around in that ridiculous bathing suit. Do you know I can hear Wonder Woman's thoughts right now, as we speak? She's thanking me, Mrs. Kent. Thanking her gods that I chose her for my design."
"Why are you here?" Lois said, trying to suppress the tremble in her voice. "What do you want?"
Ivo cocked his head to the side, studying Lois carefully. "It's not just what I want, Lois. It's what you want. Or rather, what you will want." He raised his gaze to meet her frightened irises and spoke again, but his voice was different this time. "Now come."
His voice sounded like a symphony of angels, and those two words sank so deep into Lois's psyche that it felt like her entire mind was illuminated by blinding light. She didn't feel confused or frightened anymore, because now there was an unshakable clarity to her thoughts, and without fear or hesitation, she followed where Ivo led. He turned and walked back into the living room, and Lois obediently followed him in; some part of her tried to fight his command, but it felt like wrestling the ocean. His words were so persuasive that she simply couldn't imagine not listening to him, and that disobedient part of her consciousness was sealed away in a dark room, far away from the blinding light that occupied the rest of her mind.
Ivo took a seat on the sofa in the main hall, and Lois took her own seat on his lap. When he spoke again, it was with the same hypnotic voice.
"I considered many punishments for your husband, Mrs. Kent," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I could have taken his life, his sanity, his dignity, his reputation......but as my last creation went about his business, preparing the worthy for a greater purpose, I could feel myself growing stronger inside the android's mind." He wrapped her hair around his fist and painfully pulled her head close, so that his lips were inches away from her ear. "And then I knew. Before I took anything else, I would take his woman."
Lois winced as he held her hair in his fist, but she was soon distracted by the alarming sight of the fabric of Ivo's black pants morphing into something else entirely. The fabric seemed to bend away completely, and slowly, a thick, veiny cock began to grow erect, freed from its prison. Lois's eyes widened in shock as the cock grew bigger and bigger, until it was so long and thick it could be used as a weapon to club someone to death with.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Ivo smirked.
"It's the biggest I've ever seen," Lois blurted out, partly because it was true, and partly because Ivo was still in her head, flipping the switches on the sections of her brain that regulated inhibition, impulse control and sexual urge.
She winced again as Ivo's grip on her hair tightened. "You want to worship it, don't you?" His fist went loose, and her hair slipped free. "Show me how much you want to worship my cock, Mrs. Kent."
Grateful that he'd stopped pulling her hair, and newly eager to please, Lois slipped off Ivo's lap and went down on her knees in front of the sofa, resting her hands on his thighs as she gingerly tested the waters, placing her lips on the purple head of Ivo's cock and gently licking it as she worried about how wide she'd have to stretch her lips to accommodate his length. Did he really expect her to take it all?
Ivo's fierce eyes bore down on Lois's apprehensive ones, and he began pushing her head further down his length with one hand. "Suck," he ordered, and Lois's shoulders slumped in defeat as she wrapped her pretty lips around his shaft and started slowly choking him down. Her eyes watered furiously and saliva poured from her mouth down to her chin, dripping onto her clothes, but her aching jaw eventually managed to get a good enough hold on his cock. There was no way she could fit all of him, but she could fit a decent amount of him between her lips, and with another psychic nudge, she began going down on him with a fury, sucking and slurping and licking away while Ivo sat back and enjoyed the show. This woman lacked the special attributes he had sought while programming this body, but this was nonetheless the one he would enjoy the most. Before he left this building, Superman's lover would harbor life inside her. It just wouldn't involve Superman.
A quick fiddle with the areas of Lois's brain that controlled taste and desire led to Lois realizing that Ivo's dick tasted delicious, and she slurped and sucked with renewed vigor, like she was in the desert and she'd found the largest popsicle of her life. It felt incredibly right, having this monstrosity trying to force its way inside her, and new emotions began to emerge inside her befuddled mind; regret that she couldn't fit more of it, and resentment that Clark could never be as big. And that was what Ivo had waited for. Grabbing her hair again, he pulled Lois off his cock. Her face was red and blotchy with tears from her watering eyes, but her open mouth panted for more of his meat, and the look in her eye was almost aggrieved that he'd denied it to her.
"Dance for me," he ordered, and Lois climbed up on top of him, straddling him with her body as she grinded against his erection as seductively as she could. She made it a point to rub her moist, sticky panties against his rod every time her skirt rode up, and it made her shiver in anticipation as he calmly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it open to feel her up over her lacy bra. Grinding against him like she would explode without his touch, Lois rose higher and higher until she was practically standing over his rod, and then began desperately trying to pull herself down and impale herself on his length. Only his tug on her mind kept her from succeeding, and her attempts only managed to get the barest portion of his tip near her labia, where it pressed against her panties and caved the weak fabric in, eliciting shocked moans from her as she felt her lingerie getting pushed inside her.
"Not yet," Ivo said, more to himself than to her, because her lust-addled mind was in no condition to understand a word he said. "Bend over, slut," he snarled, with a little more power behind his voice, and she automatically bent over the sofa so her perky ass was up in the air, dancing for his pleasure. She shuddered as his cold fingers ran along the curve of her buttocks, and he provoked another gasp when he grabbed a string and pulled her panties clean off. He could hear Lois's heart beating in her chest, reaching a thunderous tempo when the tip of his erection began to poke against her asshole, determined to make its way in to her rear cavity.
"Never did this with your husband, did you?" Ivo gloated, the answer already known to him.
"N-never," Lois replied, her nails digging deep into the sofa as he burrowed his way inside her asshole with slow, torturous pace. She'd never tried anal before in her life, not with Clark, not with anyone she'd dated before Clark, not even in the rebellious phase she'd gone through in her late teens when she'd done everything under the sun to ensure she pissed off her authoritarian military dad. But now it was the only thing she wanted to do. If it was the last thing she ever did, she needed to feel that giant cock railing her ass.
Answering her unspoken desire, Ivo thrust forward, and Lois screamed from pleasure and pain as more than half of his length squeezed its way inside Lois's ass. There was nothing to make his entry smoother save for the saliva left behind from Lois sucking on his cock, and she prayed that would be enough to make sure he didn't break something inside her as he calmly sawed back and forth, drilling Superman's wife in the ass while the hero risked his life for the world. The backdoor fucking hurt like nothing Lois had ever experienced before, but after a few rough minutes, it became easier to handle, and she could feel herself rocking back and forth voluntarily, aiding in her ravishment as Ivo rammed in and out, sneaking a bit more of himself inside her ass with time, his cock so wide her buttocks couldn't even touch each other with it in between them. Lois could scarcely imagine what condition her asshole was going to be in after this, but her initial concern faded when she realized that after he was done breaking her ass in, it would undoubtedly be easier in the future.
At long last, Ivo pulled out, and Lois's chest heaved in relief. She hadn't been prepared for the ordeal, and she could feel the cold air licking at her newly gaping asshole, but there was a twinge of regret mixed in as well. As painful as it had felt to be taken in the ass for the very first time, the surge of joy she'd experienced every time that cock had filled her up so completely was indescribable, and she wished she'd felt him come inside her, flooding her bowels with seed. Before he could tell her what to do next, she'd already done it, flipping around on her back to present her wet, waiting pussy to him, begging to pump her full of his cum.
"Oh, no," Ivo said, impressed at how quickly the last dregs of her resistance had faded. "Not here. Take me to your marital bed, Mrs. Kent."
Feeling she might shake herself apart from excitement, Lois led Ivo to the bed she'd shared with her husband for years, where she lay down on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him to enter her. He took a second to survey his handiwork; shredded clothes, painfully red buttocks and an asshole that was at least three times bigger now than when he'd found it, and he cruelly tantalized her for long minutes by rubbing his cockhead against her aching, swollen clit. Finally, when the time was right, he entered her, swiftly and powerfully, ravaging his foe's wife with such force that her eyes rolled back in her head from sheer lust, and her legs closed around his hips to hold him deep as he fucked her senseless. The sensation of fullness was more complete now than when he'd been busy destroying her ass, and she loved every second of it, nearly coming her brains out when she looked down and saw the bulge in her belly that formed every time he thrust deep. Ivo committed every second of this victory to his now-virtual memory --- in the years to come, his war on the Earth might end in any of a thousand different ways, but he would always have this memory to keep him company.
"Come inside me," Lois cried, gripping his forearms as he rocked her back and forth. There was nothing Ivo wanted more in that moment. This woman lacked Wonder Woman's natural talents as a breeding cow, or the powers and abilities that he'd sought in the spandex whores he'd impregnated since his rebirth into Amazo's body, but she had something he valued far more. She was Superman's wife, and he was going to fill her womb with his seed. It was the only fitting punishment.
With one final thrust that drove 10 inches of his length into Lois's overstuffed cunt, Ivo roared in triumph, joined by Lois's screams of ecstasy as he began blasting thick loads of cum deep inside Lois's ravaged fuckhole. He watched, with his X-ray vision, as her eggs were bombarded with his engineered, hyper-virile seed, and he held her in place for a long time as his voluminous deposit churned out of his heavy balls, pumping down his shaft and into her pussy. She came again and again, thrashing around in the sheets as she was bred, all thoughts of Clark, Perry and the Daily Planet long since forgotten.
When he was finally spent, he withdrew from her, wrenching his manhood free with a wet squelching sound, and Lois weakly raised her head to track his movement as he made to leave. "Wait," she begged, barely able to move after the best carnal encounter of her life. "Stay. Please. Need more." Ivo glanced over at her, amused at the Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter's current inability to string more than two words together. "I expected so," he replied, "I have made arrangements." He clicked his fingers, and the adjoining door swung open telekinetically. A silver-white hound with a red collar trotted out, his eyes glowing red as slobber dripped down from his jowls. He was clearly agitated, and Lois recognized him. "Krypto!"
"You've met," Ivo remarked. "The dog is at just that age in his life cycle where he feels the natural urge to breed with a willing bitch. I've taken the liberty of convincing his mind not to be so exclusive about the species of his bitches." He grinned wickedly at Lois. "Enjoy."
Krypto leapt through the air, his dark red dog-boner dangling between his legs, and landed squarely on the bed, at which point he proceeded to waste no time before plugging Lois's pussy with his thick, veiny cock. The cacophony of human moaning and canine yelps faded into the background as Ivo made his way out of the apartment, taking a second to gaze out at the night sky. He'd accomplished most of what he'd set out to do, but it could all come to naught if the next part of his plan was not executed flawlessly.
The last thing he heard before leaving was Lois's exultant scream as Krypto took her to the first of many orgasms.
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