End: Lois Lane Becomes Even More Suggestible

The fucking went on. Cocks went in, and cocks went out. The reporter lost count. Her ass became a gaping, slimy mess. She could feel the accumulated jizz pushed around inside her colon as new cocks came to squeeze in and old ones, spent and limp, slithered out of her gaping rectum. The reporter felt the puddle of her own drool grow until the whole right side of her face was wet.

She no longer cared. Her eyes were locked on the screen. Her mouth mumbled to follow the words whispered into her ear. It felt like all that had been Lois Lane had been fucked out of her, and all that was left was the gaping hole that was her ass. Deep she had gone, into the kind of hypnotic state where the very core of Lois Lane's consciousness was laid bare, as malleable as clay...

Terrible things had been done with harsher techniques. Victims of **** had gone on television to denounce their country and principles, to deny their religion, willingly given up their families to the Inquisition. Yet there were no mental scars on Lois Lane...her pussy squirted out as yet another climax shook the bound reporter, and Lois was so deep under the hypnosis she did not even register it.

"Now, Lois," the familiar voice said...and it was no longer a computerized voice, it was the voice of a real, living man. She recognized the smug tones of Lex Luthor...but this meant nothing to her. The voice was all.

"Your will is my will," Lex Luthor said.

"My will is your will," Lois repeated.

"You will do as I command," he said.

"I will do as you command," she said.

"When I call you a good girl, you will climax."

"When you call me a good girl, I will climax."

He smiled, though she could not say it.

"Good girl."

The reporter spasmed. Her pussy ejaculated violently and she gasped as her whole body shook. Cum shot out of her asshole as muscles convulsed suddenly.

"You enjoy anal sex now, Lois. Anal sex with black men." Lex said.

"I enjoy anal sex. Anal sex with black men." She repeated, as soon as she could speak. Her body still trembled from the **** of her **** climax.

"It will become an obsession. Try as you might, you will be able to stop yourself from thinking about it." Lex said, and without waiting for her to repeat, he continued on. "You will receive an email offering you the opportunity to act in a pornographic film, where black men use your ass. You will be intrigued. You will answer the email, and go to the recording. That will be the start of your pornographic career. As it continues, you will let little things slip...until your identity as an anal slut for black cock is well known."

He paused, and Lois Lane repeated all this back to him. The words seemed to sink into her brain, and Lois knew that this was true...that she would do these things. Already, her mind shaped itself in expectation of the black cocks her ass would know to come.

"At some point, Superman will confront you. You will defend your new lifestyle. You will accuse him of not being enough to satisfy your hungry ass," Lex Luthor bared his teeth, his eyes flashed green for a moment. "You will break his heart."

"...I will break his heart," Lois repeated. There was not even a moment of hesitation.

"Good girl," Lex said, and watched Lois shake and spasm. Her asshole, red raw from the fucking, spasmed like a dying fish, squirting out all the accumulated cum in a messy torrent on the floor.

"You will not consciously remember your time here when you wake up," Lex Luthor said. "You will think you simply drank too much. But you will do all that I have said. Like a good girl."

Lois shook and shook, her eyes rolled up into her head.

"A very good girl," he repeated, and Lois spasmed hard.

"Good girl, good girl..." he said over and over...until the exhausted reporter knew no more.

Morning found Lois Lane in her apartment. Her ass ached, and her mouth felt like something had crawled into it and died. The reporter shook her head to clear the cobwebs, but a dull thumping pain in her temples suggested she had far too much to drink last night...and if the pain in her butt was any indication, she knew she must have spent hours on the toilet.

The reporter hauled herself out of bed and toward the shower...and in the kitchen, her laptop chimed to let her know she had a new email. Lois Lane decided to check it out later. She was feeling unexpectedly randy, and her mind was already supplying her the image of her ass stretched out by a big black cock...she could almost imagine what it would feel like inside of her tight ass...

...and Lois Lane did not even try to recall what had happened to her on her night out. Inside her mind, Lex Luthor's complex commands began to spool out...and unbeknownst to her, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter's life was about to change dramatically. Yet what happened to her in the days and weeks ahead is another story.