End: Lois Lane's Future As A Kryptonian Breeder

She never fully lost consciousness. The spike driven into her neck made her limp and boneless as a cat that didn't want to be moved, but Lois Lane never fell asleep. Not when they took the helmet off of her. Not when saw with her own eyes the sleeve dragged off her cock. Heavy as her eyelids were, she kept them open as the white-suited lab technicians disengaged her from the machine...and carried her, first back into the corridor, and then down through doors and hallways she had never passed through before.

A whole underground facility, like a hidden hospital, deep beneath the club. Lois had no clue when she started her night out that this is where her investigation would lead her. Body aching and sore, limp and tired. Her cock...it was so weird to be able to feel her cock, and something warm and wet leaking out of her pussy. To have both organs. Unbidden, bits and pieces of the programming kept emerging from the surface. Black cocks and white. Superman's pussy. Odd pink swirls that overlaid her vision, a voice in her ear telling her to do something with her cock.

For a while, Lois wasn't sure she wasn't still back in that device, a dildo buzzing in her ass, a mechanical sleeve sucking n her cock like she was some kind of stud horse.

Then they placed her in a sitting position in one of those whirlpool tubs. Warm water slowly poured in. A Black woman, grey-haired, with heavy-lidded eyes, began to scrub the exhausted futanari with the calm, methodical patience of someone who has done this a million times before. There was no lingering as the sponge soaped the reporter's tit's, or the gloved hands massaged shampoo into the reporter's hair.

"Close yo' eyes," the Black woman ordered. "Soap gets in, it'll sting."

That made too much sense for Lois to ignore. So she closed her eyes.

Sleep didn't take her then, either. Something else did. Like a waking nightmare. Lois had heard of the vivid dreams that came with morphine, the nightmares of meth addicts. She wasn't sure which of these it was, but she shook and shiered, eyes shut as cocks paraded around in an endless circle, their balls squelching as they marched, squelching semen at every impossible step. Superman was spreading his pussy before her, his asshole gaping like the Eye of Sauron, his tiny dicklet and balls dangling beneath like a useless, vestigial organ.

Lois could feel things happening to her body...the water drained. The toweling off. The sudden wet squirt of a douche, and then the terrible pressure of an enema. Until at last, clean, dry and empty, she felt herself in the limbo of being naked between clean sheets, atop a soft mattress.

Something tugged and pushed within Superman's pussy. Lois watched, her exhausted cock twitching as a pale expanse of skin emerged...a head crowning. Fascinated, she watched that impossible, terrible miracle of birth...except the head that emerged from the Kryptonian's pussy was not that of a baby, but a grown man. A familiar head, shiny and bald, green eyes meeting hers.

"Lois, are you awake?" Lex Luthor said. "We need to talk."

In her hospital bed, clean and dry, Lois Lane's eyes shot open. Lex Luthor was there, sitting by her bedside.

"Luthor," she said, and exhaustion robbed her voice of almost all of its venom. "What have you done to me?"

He smiled. "I've rewritten your DNA, Lois. You are a perfect hybrid of human and Kryptonian. Using red kryptonite, I've activated latent genetic traits within your Kryptonian genes to turn you into a functional hermaphrodite...and I've arranged so that you can impregnate yourself. Congratulations, by the way. You're going to be a mommy."

Lois stared at him. The ****, whatever it was, had worn off. She understood every word he had just said, clearly. Yet the full import of those words...

"It's a lot to take in," he said. "Don't worry, you'll have time. Gestation for a Kryptonian is, as far as we can tell, the same for Earth women. About forty weeks for your first bundle of joy to develop...and then we'll have you inseminate yourself again. We'll make sure you're quite comfortable, of course. Receive the best of medical care. We aren't sure how long Kryptonians are fertile for, but a normal human woman of your age and fitness could have potentially fifteen or sixteen pregnancies before menopause...longer, with the right medications. We might even harvest some sperm and eggs for later. All for the continuation of the new Kryptonian race."

Lois shook her head. She leaned forward, determined to ring his neck...

The bonds on her ankles and wrist held her in place.

"A precaution," he said. "Until you come around to our way of thinking. A few more sessions should do it. We have time. My agents are already arranging your disappearance. No one will have seen you come into the club tonight. We are far underground, beneath meters of lead pipes and soil, where Superman's X-ray vision will never find you. If we let you out in the sun, your new Kryptonian genes would empower you, but...again, deep underground. No, Lois, I'm afraid you're with us for the long haul. Our beautiful, intelligent, perfect breeder."

Lois Lane's violet eyes stared at him with such intensity she thought they would pop out of her skull. Her mouth formed the only words she could think of.

"You won't get away with this."

His smug smile stayed with her as he stood up.

"Breeder unit 01...I already have."

Lex Luthor peeled back the sheet. Lois looked down at her clean, naked body. Her cock slowly stirred to life in the cool air. The sight of it embarrassed Lois for some reason...and yet he stared at it with all the fascination of a botanist to a particularly obscure and rare orchid.

"I'll have an attendant see to that. We mustn't waste it, you know. You are our future, Lois. Mother and father of a new race...under my control."

That was what did it, as Luthor turned his back on the naked, bound futanari. The primal scream ripped from her throat hurt as it tore itself loose. It echoed through the corridors where white-suited lab technicians went about their tasks.

Lois Lane's night out was over, and as the pregnant futanari raged she ran her mind back over the events of tonight. She had literally fucked herself. What might have happened if she had chosen differently? How else might this story have played out? She would never know.