End: Hurt Me

The words tumbled out of Lois Lane's mouth in a torrent. "Hurt me! Fuck me! Break my holes! Fist my cunt! Split me in two!"

It was an erotic madness, and it gripped all three of them together. The two heroines pushed their arms in and out of the reporter's pussy and ass faster and harder. The pants and moans turned into grunts and groans. The taut pink pussy and asshole stretched further and further as Supergirl and Batgirl pushed their clenched fists in deeper, then swiftly pulled them out. Wet pops elicited little yelps from the reporter's mouth, and that only seemed to excite the three of them more.

Then it began to happen. Lois Lane's face twisted in pain, even as her lover's grins grew fiendish with glee. The inner pink of Lois Lane's pussy began to push outside her labia. The blood-red sick of her colon pushed out of her asshole for a moment, before Supergirl thrust it back in. The reporter gave a sudden, terrifying scream as something inside of her body gave way...and then when the heroines pulled all four of their fists from her holes at the same time, Lois could not stop as her pussy and ass prolapsed at once, pink and red tubes extending out through her cunt and ass, utterly inside out.

The snap of her pelvis was audible.

Lois Lane shook, tears in her eyes on the bed, lube dripping from the inverted fuckholes. She spasmed, her face locked between ecstasy and agony...and then the veil seemed to lift from Batgirl and Supergirl's eyes, and they stared at their broken plaything, and wondered what they had done.

"There are traces of an unknown plant pollen in both of your sinuses," Doctor Midnite said, as Batgirl and Supergirl waited. "I believe Poison Ivy's narcotic pollen had a lingering effect on all three of you...increasing arousal and sensitivity, lowering inhibitions and pain receptors. You were, in effect, all very ****—even before the tequila came into play."

"What about Lois?" Supergirl said. "Is she..."

"She will need surgery to deal with the damage," Dr. Midnite said. "And a diaper in the meantime. Miss Lane is, unfortunately, utterly incontinent until we can repair her damaged colon and urethra. Mentally...she received more of the pollen than either of you. I'm afraid it may have permanently altered her brain chemistry. She seems to have developed persistent signs of sexual arousal...compulsive masturbation behavior...an obsession with the two of you...keeps asking where her mistresses are..."

"What...what do you mean?" Batgirl said. "I mean, we have super-science...magic...there must be something we can do!"

"There is," another voice broke in.

Batman stepped forth from the shadows, his face a mask. "J'onn J'onzz will begin weekly sessions with her. Doctor Midnite will see to the surgery. I've reached out to her employer at the Daily Planet, who has agreed that she can work from home until she's recovered from her 'accident.' And you two are now her live-in nurses."

"Live-in!?" Supergirl and Batgirl said.

A breeze swept through the room...and Superman stepped in. His expression was unreadable as he stared at his cousin, then at Batgirl.

"Yes. She's very...****, right now. She needs people she recognizes and trusts to take care of her and protect her. I just moved your belongings into Lois Lane's apartment. The two of you will need to make sure all of her...needs...are taken care of. Until she is able to operate on her own again."

The blonde and redhead looked at each other and swallowed. There didn't seem to be much else to say.

"Here we are," Kara said as she held the door for the reporter. The dawn-light came through the balcony window, straight down the hallway to the front door. "Home sweet home."

Lois smiled as she stepped forward on her crutches. Barbara Gordon stood close behind the reporter, ready to catch her if she fell.

"Can I eat your pussy, mistress?" Lois asked.

"Sure, Lois," Kara said, and spared a worried glance at Barbara. The blonde's nostrils flared. She glanced down at the reporter's waist. You could barely see the puffy pink liner of the adult diaper, but it was there.

"Why don't we get you changed first," the redhead said. "You'll feel better after that."

"Okay," Lois said, eyes bright, but something was clearly broken in her mind. She crutched forward eagerly. Then she paused, as if uncertain.

"My pussy hurts," Lois declared.

"We'll kiss it and make it better," the blonde promised. "After you get changed."

So they did.