End: "I Have A Cock For You Right Here, Lois"

It wasn't the computer's voice. A man's voice. Smug, confident. Familiar.

"Lex Luthor?" She said aloud. Unable to see him because of her bonds. "What's going on? What are you...what are you doing to me?"

"Tell me, Lois," he said, patently ignoring her question. "Do you want my cock?"

"Yes! I mean no! I mean..." Lois shivered. Her ass felt so utterly empty.

"LexCorp has been experimenting with computer-driven therapy. For individuals who get anxious dealing with people. A way for adults to deal with their repressed issues with a minimum of stress and a maximum of privacy," Lex said. His voice was right behind her. "You, for example, have long repressed the fact that you're interested in anal sex."

"No," Lois said, but even to her the word came out weak and false. "That's not...not true...I'm not...I'm not a..."

"Anal slut? No," Lex agreed. "You're a mature, capable woman. Who trespassed onto LexCorp property and perhaps unwittingly inserted herself into our program as a beta tester. Bide a moment, I'm going to manually release your bonds."

There was a hiss, and the bonds released. The strange device unfolded and Lois Lane found herself sitting naked on a chair, facing the computer screen once again. Immediately she spun around to face Lex Luthor...and found her face inches away from his crotch.

The reporter's nose twitched. She could smell his cock.

"You may experience some residual side effects of the therapy," Lex said. He had his hands on his hips. "Less inhibitions about pursuing your desires, a greater honestness with yourself. You can unzip me and take my cock out, if you'd like."

Lois hesitated...her ass twitched...with trembling fingers she found herself pull aside the lapel of his fly, pull down the brass zipper...and the cock sprang free, so hard that the rubbery tip hit her nose. It wasn't an unusual size, though this close it looked huge...and Lois Lane's ass twitched.

"You know, we're doing what we can to refine the program. Your session has given us some fascinating data. Turn around and bend over the chair. I want to make sure we haven't damaged that pretty little asshole of yours."

The reporter didn't know why she did as he said...no, that wasn't true. She knew exactly why she slid off the chair and turned around. Her nipples were hard. Buttocks clenched and unclenched. Lois' breath came in short gasps...she wanted this...needed this...

There was a drizzle of lube between her cheeks.

"Everything seems to be in order. May I?" She hated how smug his voice was.

"Please," Lois said. She hated herself for wanting it so bad.

Lex Luthor's cock slid into the sore, eager little hole as though it had been made for it. Lois closed her eyes and bit her lip. He didn't stop until it was all the way in...she could feel the teeth of his zipper press against her buttocks. Pink flashes burst behind her eyelids.

His hands came up from behind to cup her breasts. Thumbs and forefingers squeezed her stiff nipples and Lois was unable to repress a moan.

"I think this therapy has done quite a bit of good for you, Lois," Lex whispered in her ear. "Would you like to continue in our beta program. I can promise that it involves much more of my cock in your ass."

"Yes...yes, please..." Lois Lane wished she didn't know exactly what she was saying...but she did. As much as it sickened her, the reporter couldn't help herself as the cock began to move...and her ass ached so good. It was what she needed...it was who she was...and as the pink lights flashed behind her eyes, Lois could no longer tell what was true and what was simulation. Where reality began and ended. All she knew was that she needed a hard cock in her ass..and Lex Luthor was more than happy to see that need fulfilled.