Eggs Harvested. Please Select Your Sperm Donor.

Machinery whirred around Lois Lane. The lights in the room went out, so that all was darkness aside from the screen she stared at, with its endless pink whirls. Like falling down an infinite tunnel. The lingering pain deep inside of Lois started to fade from her conscious mind.

Faces swam up out of the endless pink fog. Familiar and unfamiliar. All men, staring straight ahead...like driver's license photos. They flickered into light, and Lois didn't even have to consciously accept or reject them. Sensors read her heart rate, the flow of blood in her face, the dilation of her eyes, the wetness of her pussy. Looking for some subconscious level of sexual attraction.

Some of the same faces were swimming to the surface now. Lois felt her heart beat faster as she thought of one of these men as her sperm donor. Impregnating her eggs. Knocking her up...

Names came to the faces: Arnold Schwarzenegger. Lex Luthor. Sylvester Stallone. John Henry Irons. Idris Elba. Clark Kent. Keanu Reeves. Lois could recognize them all, but it wasn't her conscious mind that was sorting through them. It was her pussy. Lois could feel the blood flooding and engorging her cunt, juices flowing freely, nipples hard as rocks.

Faces fell out of the rankings. A shiver ran up Lois Lane's spine as she felt cushions clamp on her thighs, drawing her legs further apart. Other cushions clamped around her arms, and Lois found that she couldn't move...not that she cared. The sense of anticipation built inside of her. They were getting her ready.

Only two faces remained. Two faces that floated up and then back down. Lex Luthor's face had lingered longer than Lois expected, and the reporter felt a strange excitement run through her at the thought that it might be his sperm that inseminated her eggs...and then it sank back into that endless pink mist.

This is it, Lois thought, leaning forward as much as her bonds allowed, **** to see the face of the father of her children.