End: I...Am...Slut

The words came from the reporter's mouth with difficulty. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Bloody tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and from her nostrils and ears. Lois Lane's body went slack, all resistance gone out of her.

The men fucking her didn't stop until, even as she laid there, utterly unresponsive. Only the rise and fall of her chest showed that she still breathed.

"Total synaptic collapse," the technician said, as he interpreted the readouts. Then he translated it for his boss: "I think we broke her, Mister Luthor."

"I can see that, nitwit," Lex ran a hand over his bald pate and scowled. "Recoverable?"

The technician shrugged. "The brain can recover from many types of injury...we can try to wipe her memory of the night, give her space to recover. There's no way to completely remove all the programming, though. She's probably going to be subject to behavioral changes, residual trauma...higher cognitive functions should remain. If we could go slow..."

Luthor shook his head. The men pulled out, white seed spurted onto the reporter's skin. Her ass looked swollen and raw.

"No. Sanitize her and get her out of here. Drop her off anonymously at Metropolis General Hospital. I want no connection to us. We'll move the operation."

Which is how, an hour later, a naked and bleeding reporter was unceremoniously dumped outside of an emergency room. Lois Lane wasn't awake for the **** kit, which she was later grateful for. When she did come to, it was in the wee hours of the morning...and Clark Kent was by her side, sunk into a chair. He still held her hand.

A curl fell across his forehead, and his glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose. Lois Lane saw him then, as for the first time...and knew who he was. Who he really was. Who he always had been. Right there in front of her, and she hadn't seen it this entire time.

Bonus dormitat, Superman.

She pulled aside the hospital blanket. The paper smock she wore only covered her front, which was fine by her. The reporter's ass was sore, but also strangely eager. Her hands shook as she undid his pants...and perhaps it was morning wood, but he was already hard.

Spit drooled down onto the hard shaft. Lois Lane shook, barely able to think of anything else. He stirred slightly in his sleep as the saliva coated his swollen cockhead...and then Lois turned around knelt down...and gasped aloud as his cock touched her ass. She guided it down to her throbbing, aching rectum, one hand on the hospital bed handrail for support, the other on the arm of the chair. Grit her teeth as she **** herself down. It hurt, for a moment...and then it hurt so good, as her ass slowly swallowed his cock.

Lois Lane sighed. Morning broke over Metropolis. Nurses and doctors would make their rounds. There was nothing wrong with her, physically, yet mentally...Lois knew she wouldn't be able to go another day without a dick in her ass.

"I'm a slut," she whispered to herself.