End: Lois Gets Her Whole Hand In

Jenny Dunlap, it turned out, was a screamer.

She yelled, she cried. The reporter frowned as she pressed her fist forward. Slowly, the asshole gave way against the constant pressure. It wasn't particularly easy or pleasant, yet Lois found herself engrossed in the process not unlike she might solving a Rubik's cube. Ever so often, she leaned over and spat on the asshole, ground her knuckles to spread it around. Every little bit of lube helped.

Lex Luthor stepped behind her to observe the reporter's progress. Lois Lane's left hand held one buttock out of the way, while the first itself was half-embedded . The dark bumhole was stretched around the reporter's first two knuckles, and as Lois pressed harder, forearm bulging with effort, a third slipped in.

"How does it feel?" Luthor asked.

"Warm. Squishy," Lois replied. She pressed harder, and the heel of her hand slipped into the distended anus. Jenny Dunlaps' screams had broken down into shuddering sobs.

"I mean, emotionally," Lex said dryly.

The reporter did not answer right away. She twisted her wrist back and forth. It was like screwing her fist inside of the asshole. Late at night, with a glass of wine and surfing the internet, Lois had seen women get fisted up the ass. Pornstars always made it look so easy, so orgasmic. Yet now that she herself was here in the moment, slowly forcing her fist up another woman's ass...Lois couldn't see the attraction. It was like she was dead inside.

"I don't feel anything," Lois said honestly.

"You're not excited by it? Turned on? No pleasure in her pain?" He pressed.

The tip of the reporter's thumb slipped in. Her left hand was damp with sweat, and the reporter inched the fingers forwrd, to get a better grip for the final thrust...and Jenny Dunlap cried out hard, but not entirely in pain, as Lois pushed forward, her whole hand sinking into the pit that was the young woman's ass. So that Lois Lane's fist was buried inside the warm pocket up to the wrist.

"There's a certain satisfaction with a job done," Lois said. "But that's...it."

"Hmm. Interesting. You can stop now."

Lois blinked. She sat there, her hand in a woman's asshole. It felt strangely surreal.

The reporter raised her head and looked at Lex.

"What's happened to me?" She asked.

The scientist pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small box, like a jewelry box, but made of heavy metal. The number 77 was stamped on it.

"I had hoped that the red kryptonite would invert your moral principles. That you could be an ally to me, against Superman, and that the continued application of Crimson K would help to keep you under control," Luthor said. "But it seems like rather than change your morals, it has simply dulled your emotional responses. Would you kill her, if I offered you another dose?"

Lois frowned. She felt like the question should demand more of a response, but she couldn't feel anything when the words hit her. "I don't think so."

"Exactly. The experiment was promising, but ultimately...I need someone innately crueler and more self-centered. Someone that enjoys being evil, not someone who simply can act evil because they don't care. Still, you have one more potential use for me..."

He opened the metal case. Lois, her hand trapped in Jenny Dunlap's ass, could not get away even if she wished to. On a bled of velvet lay a curious red crystal, long and tapered, almost metallic...

...and when the alarm woke up, Lois Lane awoke fully dressed in her clubwear, atop her own bed. A pounding headache and the smell of rum suggested to the reporter that she had overdone it last night. Which was odd, because she almost never drank to excess, especially while on assignment. She wondered if someone had roofied her, but she couldn't see or feel any signs that she had been ****.

"But why does my hand smell like shit?" Lois wondered as she scrubbed with a bar of soap at the sink. The last twelve hours was a complete blank to her...and yet she felt curiously detached from everything. There was no fear, no anxiety, no...anything.

She wondered, as she scrubbed, if the emotional numbness would end soon. Lex Luthor would no doubt be curious as well...for while red kryptonite usually wears off in 24-48 hours, there was no telling how long Lois would be affected by the Crimson K...or what she would get up to while under its effects.

Yet that is another story.