A Private Room

They brought her to a private room to recover. Laid the limp and unresisting reporter tits-down on a bed, as her ass throbbed around the chunk of yellow kryptonite. The bed faced a flatscreen television, and the attendant turned it on before she left...and so as the muscle relaxant slowly wore off, Lois Lane had **** but to watch what program they had for her. She had grim visions of more hypnotic videos, but instead it was...

The Joy of Anal Sex.

On the screen, a not-quite-former pornstar who was also a registered nurse began a long and detailed explanation of the care and feeding of your ass, the dangers and safe ways to enjoy anal sex. In the reporter's current state, it felt like a kind of morbidly fascinating purgatory to hear the once-beautiful blonde, ravaged now by years and far too many ****, rattle on about enemas and condoms, dental dams and flavored lubes...and then she brought in an assistant to help her demonstrate, which involved a pair of latex gloves and the slow insertion of well-lubed fingers...

At some point, Lois found her eyelids grow heavy...the pain in her asshole had dimmed to a single burning ring...and she fell asleep to the gentle moans of a woman whose ass was slowly being fisted by an absolute veteran of the anal wars.

It was a fevered, troubled sleep. Lois moaned and sweated. Her ass instinctively clenched. The image of the yellow kryptonite was a recurring theme. The strange radiation from it became a burning pillar of yellow light and fire, and Lois seemed to lift off from the bed and fly through the night sky above Metropolis...She held her legs up as she rose higher and higher, and the burning pain turned into...something else. Something more pleasurable. Like what she had felt, before her ass had been injured. The reporter could not put it into words exactly, but she felt almost like her ass was a keyhole, waiting for the right key to unlock it...

...and then she awoke, in the darkness, as The Joy of Anal Sex vol. III played on screen. The reporter stretched her arms and legs...the muscle relaxant had worn off. The yellow kryptonite was still plugged into her ass, but otherwise, the reporter's mind felt clear, and her ass didn't hurt too badly. With care, she slid off the bed and stood up.

Okay then, Lane, Lois thought to herself. What do you do now?