Cease Anal Stimulation

The cock stopped.

Then, to Lois Lane's consternation, it pulled out.

The reporter instinctively flexed her asshole. It was empty. Still agitated from the hard fucking it had received, Lois squeezed and relaxed her ass again and again. The audio vibe had cut out, the flashing pink lights had given way to a solid wall of pink and...Lois Lane lay there, suddenly hyperaware of her body. Naked, covered with sweat. The chair had shifted so that now she lay on her stomach on its padded cushions, the screen seemed to have wrapped its way around her head so that all she could see in any direction was a solid wall of pink.

Devices constrained her...and as Lois pressed against the cold, unfamiliar projections, she began to think more clearly.

How long have I been like this? The reporter wondered to herself. When was I restrained? When did they take my clothes. I was...I was sitting at the computer and then...

Lois Lane ran through the events of the night, yet there were things missing. Holes in her memory. Details that didn't add up. A certainty began to grow in the reporter's mind that someone had been manipulating her...someone had been playing with her mind, trying to plant ideas, maybe implant memories. To turn her into something she was not.

Yet one question above all others consumed the curious reporter.

"Where did the cock go?" She asked aloud. "My ass needs to be fucked!"

The screen flashed white...red...faded into pink...and a voice answered.