End: Lois Lane Can't Stop

"Uh...uh...uh..." The reporter grunted softly to herself. Naked, on her knees, all sense of time gone. Her left arm ached as she continued to rub her aching clit. The heat built up inside of her body again, the anticipation. There was something wrong...

"Urrrrgh!" Lois gave an animal bellow as she tipped over the edge again. A hot spray gushed from her pussy and she collapsed on her side. She shook with the **** of her own climax, dilated eyes fell on the score as it tick-tacked up. Panted, exhausted, thirsty, saliva thick...and her hand didn't stop, not even for a second, a blur on her clit.

Yet it wasn't enough. The reporter reached down with her other hand, thrust fingers into her needy cunt. Knuckle-deep and the reporter grimaced, tried to find her rhythm.

She didn't know how long she had been here. How long she had been doing this. Toyman's game. The points...the points kept going up...

"You're really grinding," the voice said. "Going for that high score!"

"Nnn. Nnngh. Nnrrgh." Lois grunted as she rocked onto her knees. Head pressed against the floor. Wet fingers shifted from her pussy to her asshole. An erotic thrill rippled through her as she breached that final barrier. Toes curled as she began to play, to stretch, to push further.

Lois Lane had no idea about the nanites. The little networks built in her brain. The way Toyman slowly but surely took her over, while she was locked in a cycle of self-****. The reporter gasped as she **** a second finger past her quivering sphincter. The stiff little nub of her clit felt raw and swollen beneath her fingertips. She could feel it build inside of her, another one. Five more points, five more points, she just had to...to...

"Uh. Uh. Uh..." Lois Lane grunted softly to herself. Locked in a masturbatory cycle as her points climbed and climbed. New networks built themselves in her brain. Locked her out. Let him in. The Toyman's voice giggled over the speakers.

She couldn't stop.

The worst part was, by the time he was finished...she wouldn't want to.