End: Lois Can, And Will, Fuck Through The Pain. All Through The Night.

Samuel Lane never raised a quitter.

As Lois Lane gripped Maria's shoulders, the reporter grimaced. Her stomach rumbled. The XXX in her colon burbled as the strap-on stirred up her asshole. With her mouth in a grim line, the reporter rotated her hips. She wasn't trying to pump herself up and down. That was a sure way to make a mess. No, Lois Lane focused on grinding her asshole in Maria's lap...and the young woman clutched the reporter's buttocks and yeeped softly as the base of the strap-on pressed against Maria's clit.

It wasn't about pleasure, exactly. Pride, maybe. Lois Lane was determined to fuck her ass, and she wasn't going to let a little thing like a gut full of strange and mysterious goo distract her from that. An irrational approach...but Lois Lane hadn't been feeling very rational since she had taken the first sip of her drink. Something that Lois would normally have noticed, but right now her concentration was zeroed in on the way her ass was filled by that pseudo-phallus. By Maria's sweaty palms. The little gasps and moans that the slut issued.

"Oh fuck," Maria said. "He...he said you might be feisty, but I never thought you'd be an anal-addicted slut!"

Lois Lane's violet eyes focused in on Maria's hazel orbs. The reporter's lower body didn't stop. Yet the reporter's hands sifted to grip the young woman's face, palms flat against the back of the jaws, thumbs pressed onto the cheeks just below the eyes.

"Maria," Lois said. "I need you to answer a few questions for me. Think of it like an interview."

Down Below

Lex Luthor sighed, as the hidden camera caught the words. Maria, who had been a very good honey trap, was also young and easily intimidated. He had no doubt that Lois Lane would get everything she knew out of the young woman relatively easily.

"I can go in there with a tazer," Mercy Graves offered. "One zap, she'll be out for hours."

"Too many questions," Luthor said. "In any event, Maria doesn't know enough to damage us. She was hired through an intermediary, not directly by LexCorp. She doesn't know what happened to the women she seduced, or what XXX is, or why she was ordered to **** them and then give them an enema and see that it stayed in there. Every minute that passes, and the infection will take greater hold of Lois Lane. We need to move the operation, is all."

Back In The Bathroom

Sweat dripped off of Lois Lane's body as the fever-heat in her body built and built. Her stomach felty tingly, and she had begun to salivate excessively. Luthor was correct in that Maria didn't know much...but she knew more than he thought, and with Lois Lane's probing questions, the reporter was able to put together certain ideas about what was going on.

Illegal medical experiments. Women who had disappeared into black vans. Her own body burned as the retrovirus and nanites invaded her every cell. The kind of mad science that only Luthor did.

Except...Lois couldn't stop. It was almost as if she was high. Riding the crest of the wave of artifical disease that ravaged her body. Her hips never stopped their constant grind, and even through the reporter's asshole should have been raw and puffy from the constant friction, the pain had given way to a pleasant burnt, a sense of fullness...strength...

Lois squeezed Maria's jaw to **** the young woman's lips open. The reporter let her saliva drip out of her mouth into Maria's. Something about the fear and lust in Maria's dilated eyes sent an electric shiver down the reporter's spine. The reporter couldn't stop herself...but she could hit the speed-dial on her phone.

"Uh...uhh....uunnnghgghh..." Maria moaned as another climax racked her body. The young woman was listless, dehydrated, and looked feverish herself. Lois wasn't sure if she was infectious, but hours of constant grinding of the devil's doorbell had taken any fight Maria might have had once out of her.

There was a knock at the door behind her.

"Lois? It's Diana," Wonder Woman said. "We got your message. Whoever is behind this escaped, but we managed to recover some of their files. Are you okay in there?"

"Fucking great!" Lois called back, her voice a rasp. "But I could use some water."

They had to peel Lois off of Maria's lap, in the end. She was too weak and dehydrated to fight much. Both the reporter and Maria were flown to S.T.A.R. Labs for analysis. Diana had to hold the reporter's hands to keep her from fisting her own asshole.

"As near as we can tell," Doctor Midnite said to the gathered Justice League members. "Lois Lane's DNA has been grafted with Kryptonian strands. The nanites were intended to be some kind of control system, but they...short-circuited, resulting in obsessive behavior. The S.T.A.R. Labs technicians believe they can flush the nanites out of her system, but the information already inside her system cannot be extracted. We're going to have to go to palliative care."

"What do you mean?" Superman said, his voice almost choked with concern.

Doctor Midnite smiled. The old hero laid a fatherly hand on Superman's shoulder.

"Well Superman, I think it means you need to take one for the team."

"Please...please..." Lois moaned from the bed. They'd had to handcuff her wrists to the bedrails to keep her from masturbating with her ass. The reporter had kicked the sheets off the bed, and wore only the thin smock, her bare ass rubbed against the bed with feverish need. "My ass...fuck my ass..."

Dawn broke over Metropolis. Superman stepped into the light. He undid his belt. Blue eyes fixed on hers as he pulled down his pants, and the not-so-little Man of Steel popped free.

"I will, Lois," he said as he reached for a tub of vaseline. "For strictly medical purposes."

Somewhere, Lex Luthor smiled. The "evidence" left behind would have the Justice League chasing their own tails. Lois Lane was on her way to becoming a true human-Kryptonian hybrid. The nanites had done their job. Superman, dedicated to her well-being, would see to her new needs...which meant there was no danger of the couple having children for the foreseeable future.

Everything about Lois Lane's night out had gone exactly as he had planned...and if those plans made little sense to Mercy Graves, or Lois Lane, or anyone else, it was because they were not a mad genius like himself.