End: Lois Lane Sits In The Chair And Lets Herself Be Bred Like A Good Cow

It was the last bit that got her. Lois Lane could feel the gaps in herself. The missing words. It shook her more than she'd like to admit that her ability to read and write had been taken from her. An ability that she would do almost anything to recover.

She drew back her shoulders as she stepped forward, turned, and sat in the chair. One of the handlers stepped forward to help the hucow's feet into the stirrups. There were no straps or bonds to hold her down, and the former reporter knew why. Lois was trapped more effectively by her big, soft body than she would have been with a thousand chains.

Talia slipped latex gloves onto her long, elegant hands. She lifted out a cooler and opened it. Lifted a syringe from the opening.

"Embryos. My egg, Batman's sperm. We'll start you out with three. They don't always take."

Lois stared at her. She made no move to stop the assassin as she bent between the reporter's spread legs. The reporter focused on her breathing. The rise and fall of the great, jiggling masses on her chest. Tried to take herself away from the hand that rubbed lubricant into her channel; the slim, stiff, cool cylinder that penetrated her; the pinch as the needle pushed through what she imagined had to be her cervix...and Lois realized that she must have been prepped for this, during her earlier procedure. A cervix doesn't just dilate on its own.

It didn't take very long. The syringe went in full, it came out empty. Lois didn't even feel any different.

"Is that...is that it?" Lois asked.

Talia smiled sadly and nodded. "Not very romantic, I know. I'm sure there are those who imagined you'd be tied down and my assassins would take their turns using you like their personal whore. We won't even know if you've 'taken' for several weeks. Until then you'll have to keep on a strict diet, do some light exercise...and we'll begin working on restoring your full brain function."

The assassin reached out and grasped the reporter's left tit. She gave a little squeeze, and Lois gasped as white drops beaded up on the swollen nipple.

"We'll need to set you up on a milking schedule, too." Talia mused.

It was an anticlimactic end to the end of one life, and the beginning of another. Lois wondered if that was what life was like for a cow, on the farm. Nowadays, many of them didn't even have a chance to look forward to being mounted by a bull on occasion. Artificial insemination, regular milkings, near-perpetual pregnancy...

So wet, Lois thought as her hand slipped down between her legs. She blushed, embarrassed at her arousal, but if Talia noticed, she said nothing.

Lois Lane didn't resist as she was led away to her room. To lay down on her bed, and hug her fat tits to her test. Sleep came to her at long last, as the boat pulled away from Metropolis...and there were those who would wonder, come Monday, what happened to Lois Lane, who had left work for a night out...and how many of them would imagine her as the breeding cow of the League of Assassins?