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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

Does Lois Lane Know What She Is?

End: Lois Lane Knows She Is Not A Slut For Black Cock!

Lois Lane frowned. She wasn't turned off by the idea...in fact, she was wet and dripping, just thinking about bending over and taking a cock up her cunt or ass. Yet there was something...wrong.

"How...how about a threesome?" Lois said to John Henry Irons. She pushed the cards aside and ran her fingers across her finely-muscled chest. "You and Superman, maybe? Two big cocks, with me in the middle...splitting me in two..."

The black man froze. There was something oddly mechanical in his features now.

"Superman is white," he said.

Lois shrugged. "Why does that matter? A good slut likes cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colors, right?"

Which is when John Henry Iron's mouth opened and he screamed.

"Aaargh!" Lois screamed. She bucked and tossed her head. The walls of the Daily Planet offices seemed to melt away, the image of John Henry Irons distorting. She grabbed her head, pain stabbing through her temples. This whole scenario just felt so...so...wrong...


"We're losing her!" Mercy Graves said. "Biofeedback results show she's rejecting the programming."

In the chair, the metal helmet and electrodes strapped over the naked reporter's head, Lois Lane bucked and twitched as if in the grasp of a nightmare...which was not far from the truth. Her scream had a keening quality, back arching as she struggled against the restraints.

"I can hear that. Arousal levels?" Lex Luthor said, leaning over Mercy's shoulder.

"Through the roof! The bitch is dripping! She should be mentally on her knees, offering that pink pussy for some fat black pecker!" Mercy said. "I don't understand what's wrong! She wants it. You can see that she wants it."

Lex scowled. He stabbed at the keyboard, bringing up the three-dimensional model of Lois Lane's brain. Pixelated glowing regions showed the electrical activity in different regions.

"Yes, she's horny for black cock..." he said. "But not just black cock. Look at that activity. It's all over the map. No specific fixation on racial fetishization at all. We haven't created a black cock slut...just a slut."

He stood back from the monitor in disgust at this failure.

"Shut it down. Abort the program."

"Sir?" Mercy said. "We can try again..."

"No. She's already rejected one scenario. We'll have to change our approach," he gave a sigh. "Slip her the amnestic, get her dressed, and have a cab take her home. She'll wake up tomorrow and not remember anything of what happened here."

Mercy stared at the screen as she began to shut down the program.

"But...she'll still be a slut, won't she?"

Lex Luthor shrugged. "Irrelevant. It's clear we need to refine our program."


Which is how, sometime later, Lois Lane staggered into her apartment. She couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Couldn't remember much of anything of the night, for that matter.

"I went to the club...find those missing women...fuck, why am I so horny?" Lois rubbed her crotch through her tight red pants. "I need some cock for my gash."

She stumbled to the bed, wondering who she could call for a quickie...took out her smartphone and thumbed through the numbers blearily. Superman and Steel were right next to each other...and she bit her lip and rubbed herself at the thought of messaging them both at the same time. Of those two big cocks, black and white. She could jerk them both off, sucking them each in turn...and then...maybe she could mount Superman and Steel could fuck her ass...or they could spit-roast her.

One-handed, she tapped out the message on her smartphone. The night was almost over...but Lois Lane's newest adventure as the Daily Planet's Greatest Slut was just beginning.

The End

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