Cunt Prime

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed at the "c-word." She had few triggers in this life, but she had worked too hard to get to where she was to put up with any patriarchal bullshit.

Brainiac's red eyes widened momentarily as the reporter, fighting her nausea, launched herself forward into a flying kick that would have made her Tae Kwon Do instructor nod in approval. The impact of her heel against his face sent a flare of pain all the way up her leg to her hip, but as gravity took hold she landed on her feet, and lunged forward, nails jutting out to gouge out the alien android's eyes...

He caught her wrists with effortless ease. A small crack bisected the lens of Brainiac's right eye, and he gave a cold smile.

"Impressive. You will be my finest creation, Cunt Prime. A proper bride for Brainiac..." Lois watched as the crack slowly disappeared. "...and the first, perhaps, of many."

"I'm not into polygamy," Lois snarled, even as her guts twisted. Her heels lashed out at Brainiac's crotch...the steel-tipped spike stabbing into the tube attached to where his prick should have been.

"What you want is irrelevant. Resistance is futile," Brainiac said, utterly unaware of the irony of his words. "Your transformation is inevitable. Yet you are proving...resilient. Perhaps it is best to either expedite the process, or to ensure you come to no harm as it is completed."

Lois Lane twisted her body, striking him however he could...but the alien android's hands were as tight and secure as handcuffs about her wrists, and the four women who had brought her here stood stock-still, like department store mannequins, not even seeming to breathe as they waited for their master's command...and Lois had a dark feeling, as her guts roiled and the fever-heat in her body seemed to ratchet up, that she was in way over her head.