End: Fuck My Ass, It's Our Only Way Out

"Girl, you crazy?" John Henry Irons said, voicing his disbelief.

"If we're in a simulation designed to get me pregnant, then to get out we need to break the parameters of the simulation. In other words, have sex that won't get me knocked up... any more than I maybe am," Lois Lane said, explaining her logic. If it could be called logic.

"Couldn't we just...not have sex?" he said, as the reporter twisted in the tight confines of the dark space where they were trapped.

"Nope," Lois said as she felt his cock hot-dogging her cheeks, the Black man's swollen balls pressed against her ass. She shivered, her pussy drooling freely...but quietly, her fingers were exploring the confines of their prison. There had to be something...a vent, a lock...if they had been placed here, there had to be a way out as well as in. "Trust me."

Strong hands grabbed her hips and lifted her. Lois felt his forehead press against her spine...then something hot and wet fell down the crack of her ass. His spit. The only lubricant they had in the dark. She felt his effortless strength as he used the head of his cock to massage it into her asshole...and Lois Lane's arms reached up, above her head...and found what she had been looking for. A trap door. It was locked...the hinges were on the other side...but there was a keyhole.

Lois dug through her hair, finding the bobby pins she kept there. With any luck, this was a mechanical lock...an just as she squeezed the first pin in place, she felt something hard press against her asshole...and stretched her legs out so that her feet could brace against the walls.

"Damn you're tight," he grunted, and Lois appreciated how slowly he was going, trying not to hurt her. She tried to relax her anal muscles, even as most of her concentration was focused on picking the lock. "Have you done this before?"

"No," she said. "You're my first. I was always saving my anal virginity for...well, my husband."

In the dark, John Henry Irons paused. His cock throbbed...and even though he was still, Lois gasped as she felt the head of that great black prick pop into her anus where no cock had gone before. She resisted the urge to squeeze...to go to the bathroom. Though her eyes watered. Her fingers worked, one hand tensioning the mechanism, the other working the pins...it seemed to be a pin-and-tumbler lock instead of a disc-detainer core, but there were security pins...

"When we get out of here," he said. "If you want to keep the baby...I'll marry you."

"You better," Lois said as she worked, heart leaping in her chest even as she kept her tone playful. It was the kind of thing many women would gladly have loved to hear...and Lois knew it was just the stress of their situation, and that John Henry Irons was a good man. She wouldn't hold him to that promise...unless he really felt that way... "I never told anyone but...one of the reasons I kept my anal virginity is that because when I was growing up, I thought there was a time when a woman was pregnant when it wasn't safe to have vaginal sex, but it was okay to have anal sex. So I thought my husband would...just...fuck my ass...every day...when I'm too big...aggh..."

Lois Lane was sweating...but more than that, John Henry Irons' cock was too big. Her virgin hole felt like it was about to split with the slightest movement, her anal sphincter a ring of fire.

"Grab...grab my thighs," she said. "Hold me up...don't...let me fall..."

He did, his big hands coming up under her legs, taking her weight. With the slightest motion, he could have **** her down on his dick...bounced her up and down...shot his load into her colon. Instead she felt his warm lips kiss her shoulder blade.

"I think we're out of the simulation," he whispered. "Do you want to stop?"

There was an audible click...and then Lois twisted and pushed, the trap door opening, blinding light streaming in.

"Let's just say," the sweaty reporter said as she reached for the lip to haul herself up. "That we'll finish this some other time."

The cock popped out of the reporter's ass as he lifted her up higher. When she was out, shivering and naked under the light, she reached down and pulled him up beside her.

On the monitor, Lex Luthor watched their progress.

"Everything is arranged?" he said.

"Yes, Mr. Luthor," Mercy Graves said. "Multiple lines of escape are open. I've changed the schedules myself. They should slip right past the guards into the employee locker room. Clothes there will fit them. All communication has been disabled. They can leave, but they can't call out. And that facility is five kilometers from this one, there's no trace left of their transfer."

"Good," Luthor said. He paused, watching the naked bodies, white and black, on the monitor. Whispering. Making plans. Adrenaline pumping. "Lane's sexual scenario...that wasn't part of the programming."

"No sir," Mercy agreed. "She came in here with that one."

"And Irons' proposal. He might go through with it," Luthor said, and a smile twisted his mouth. "I wish I could be there when Superman sees a Black baby in her arms..."

"A lot could still happen, sir," Mercy said.

"Yes. Miscarriage, incompatibility of temper..." Luthor smiled as he tracked their progress via the hidden cameras. The naked couple had found the locker room. "...but they make a cute couple, don't you think?"

Dressed in stolen hospital scrubs, Lois Lane and John Henry Irons escaped into the night...and they would have quite an adventure, getting back to her apartment. They would tell the Justice League, of course, and there would be exams...tests...interviews...Lex Luthor smiled as he imagined the burning shame in the reporter's face, Superman's feeling of utter powerlessness...especially if he used that X-ray vision to see the contents of her womb.

"Sir? Was all this...just to hurt Superman?" Mercy Graves asked, a note of hesitation in her voice.

"No," Luthor said, and then the bald man turned and looked at his bodyguard. "It was also a field test of our new implant technology. Tremendous possibilities there."

His eyes left her face, and she felt them fix on her taut midsection.

"Truly a...fertile branch of research."