End: I Am An Anal-Only Butt Slut!

In the control booth, Lex Luthor sank into his seat. On the screen, Lois Lane was being held down while two of the technicians fucked her ass...and despite the emergency black cock slut program, all that Lois could say, over and over, was:

"My name is Lois Lane and I am an anal-only butt slut! I want all the cocks in my slutty butt! Fuck my butt, fuck it! Great Caesar's Ghost I love it up the ass! Fuck my ass harder! I want to feel your cum in my colon!"

The mad scientist shook his head. The experiment was an unmitigated failure. He had hoped that by turning Lois Lane's sexual appetites towards black men he would be striking a blow against Superman—but instead, all he had managed to do was unlock her inner anal slut.

On screen, the two technicians reached their limit. Against orders, they pumped hard into the reporter's stretched-out asshole...and Luthor saw the white jism flow out of her anus.

"Mr. Luthor?" Mercy Graves said. "What do you want to do?"

The bald scientist's jaw worked. The technicians pulled out, and Lois Lane's gaping, sperm-spattered asshole gaped for a moment before collapsing, a line of white goo oozing out of the inflamed anus. He could already hear her whine for someone else to fuck her ass.

"Hit her with the amnesia-inducing Kryptonite," he said. "Then get her cleaned up. I want her dressed, soak her down with rum, and in a cab within an hour. Sterilize everything."

"Yes sir!" Mercy said...and then she hesitated. "Will that...undo the hypnosis? I mean, will she still be an anal slut?"

"I don't know," Luthor said. "Nor do I care. Just get her out of here."

Lois Lane was still whining for a cock, screaming "I'm a butt slut, I'm a butt slut!" when Mercy Graves grabbed her arm, found a vein, and injected nearly pure ****...and then there was a red light...

...and Lois remembered nothing else.

The taxi cab driver had to shovel Lois out of the car. The reporter stumbled toward her apartment building uncertainly. She smelled like a distillery, and the doorman opened it for her with obvious distaste. Lois staggered, feeling drunk but also...like there was a hole in her head. Everything of the last twelve hours was simply gone. Based on the taste in her mouth and the way she was weaving and staggering, Lois knew she had to have tied one on, but the inability to remember anything, not even getting to the club, was concerning.

It took whole minutes to get the key into the lock once she got to her apartment...only to realize she was on the wrong side of the hall.

When she finally got into her own apartment, Lois stripped out of her clothes, leaving the rum-soaked mess of the night behind her. She was naked by the time she stepped into the shower.

"Jusht...need a hot showah," Lois mumbled sleepily. "Shober up a little."

Hot water sprayed on Lois. She grabbed the soap and began to suds up her body. Over her small breasts, her flat stomach, down between her thighs, up the crack of her ass...

Lois paused, eyes opening slightly as she felt the hard edge of the soap poised on her butthole. Her breath came in little gasps and she pressed a little harder...

The soap slid out of her nerveless hands and hit the floor. Lois leaned against the shower, two fingers pressed against her anus, the soapy digits sliding into her hot ass...

"Yesh...yesh! Fuck...fuck my butt...ohhh..."

Lois Lane's night out was over...but she would be living with the aftereffects for quite some time.