End: Lex Luthor Installs A Cybernetic Implant To Make Lois Lane Climax At The Press of a Button

To an outside observer, Lex Luthor only made a few passes on the keyboard. Lois Lane, lost in an orgasmic haze as her pussy was mechanically pounded into oblivion, was utterly unaware of what was happening within her. Under Luthor's direction, the nanomachines that he had infected the reporter with, which had manipulated her judgment and lowered her inhibitions, were now directed to specific parts of her brain. Tiny machines cannibalized each other as they followed the mad genius' instructions. With their own bodies, they built a superstructure in the depths of Lois Lane's brain...a tiny node, from which thin, infinitely fragile wires wove themselves out to touch certain clusters of nerves.

It took hours of painstaking work—mental effort that Luthor would entrust to no one else. Yet in the end, a terrible smile graced his face as he stared down into the idiotic countenance of Lois Lane, who was lost in the endless gooner-zone.

Lois Lane awoke like a cat. Full consciousness came back to her, every sense alert, and yet she lay there, with no appearance of wakefulness. There was a dark patch in her memory, a discontinuity. One moment she had sipped her drink in the club, and the next...she could feel herself, fully clothed, laying on soft sheets. Her pussy throbbed with that strange and vaguely-familiar sensation...one she hadn't felt in months...and there was an ache in her abs as well, a languor in her muscles that all amounted to one thing.

"I've been fucked," Lois said, as she opened her eyes. She recognized the ceiling of her own bedroom. Turned her head and saw she was fully clothed, laying on top of the sheets on her own bed. Alone.

The reporter shook her head at the sudden throbbing pain in her temples, the terrible taste in her mouth. She sat up warily, as if her skull was made of glass. It had been a long time since the reporter had a hangover like this.

"So, was the drink ****?" Lois mumbled. "Did I get date-****? Or did I just get blackout drunk and have a one-night stand? Ow..."

A hand slid between the reporter's thighs. Her cunt ached more than she remembered it ever having hurt before. Granted, it had been months since she'd had sex, but the reporter felt like she'd just serviced an entire football team. And as soon as the thought hit her, Lois hoped that wasn't the actual case.

A quick trip to the bathroom, knees wobbling alarmingly, at least showed Lois that there was no physical residue of her night out, though her pussy was amazingly sore, the labia red and puffy in a way she'd never seen it before. She fished out a morning-after pill and swallowed it with a glass of water anyway. The uterine cramps that would follow over the next few hours would be uncomfortable, but better safe than sorry.

"I need coffee. Water. Juice. Maybe a fried egg," Lois Lane mumbled to herself blearily. She felt a little stronger now, though her head still throbbed. A part of her was curious about what happened last night. The reporter sat on the toilet, pants around her knees, and checked her phone, to see if she had left any photos or notes from the event, maybe the log of a phone call...someone she could contact to retrace her steps...

Across the city, Lex Luthor pressed a button on a very special app on his phone. The reporter's smartphone, set up with the reciprocal app, sent out a little signal. In her brain, an electrical pulse pumped out from the tiny implant embedded in Lois Lane's brain. To directly stimulate the pleasure centers.

A cold and clinical description of what happened inside the reporter's grey matter. For Lois Lane, she experienced something she hadn't in long years since she hit puberty: a spontaneous, intense climax. One moment she was playing on her phone, and the next her whole body spasmed, eyes rolled back in her head, toes curled. Her knees locked together and her pussy seemed to explode in a spontaneous squirt that left her thighs wet and clammy. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract at once and her nipples went from soft to rock hard in the space of a single breath.

Then it was gone, and the reporter was left limp on her porcelain throne in the afterglow, unable to process what had just happened. The orgasm had appeared out of nowhere, and her heart raced as her body sought to catch up. The pleasant languor filled her aching muscles, and as her sore, wet pussy slowly unclenched, the reporter could feel it throb more painfully than ever before.

Desperately, her mind groped for an explanation.

"M-must be s-sensitive," Lois gasped aloud. "It has been a while for me, after all...damn, that was intense..."

Lex Luthor smiled. Little did Lois Lane know, but her ordeal had just begun. He had in his hands the means to **** an unwanted climax on Lois Lane at any time he desired...and with this new toy, after Lois Lane's night out, her life would never be the same again.

Yet that is a different story.