End: Lois Remembers

The reporter leaned forward, cock hard and ready... and then stopped herself.

This isn't me, Lois Lane told herself. Why would I do that? Why do I have a dick?

And as soon as she began to question it, the facade fell away. The reporter gripped her temples, head pounding, blood pressure rising as the events of the night came flooding back to her. The computer. The transformation. The...programming.

Brainwashing, she thought, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, memories rushing in on her. They were trying to make me some kind of...perverted Manchurian candidate. **** women at their command.

"Honey?" Maria's voice sounded uneasy. She waggled her ass, made sure CROATOAN was in plain view. "Are you uh...feeling okay?"

It's tattooed on her, Lois thought. The trigger word. Maria led me down here. She's in on it. The final test...she wants me to fuck her.

Lois opened her eyes. Her mouth was set in a grim line.

"Fine," she reached out with confident strength, grabbing Maria's shoulder. A momentary look of relief flowed through the young woman's face, obviously pleased that the conditioning had taken effect...and Lois wondered, just for a moment, if Maria actually enjoyed the rough sex.

Then the reporter grabbed the young woman's arm and pinned it behind her back, slamming Maria tits-first into the opposite wall, holding her there with the arm-bar.

"Ow!" Maria said. "Hey, watch it..."

"Where are they, Maria?" Lois whispered. She could still feel her erection straining forward, **** to bury itself in that warm snatch. But Lois was in control now, not her dick. The reporter twisted Maria's arm a little. "Where are the other women?"

"Th-they're downstairs!" The young woman's voice quavered with fear.

"Show me," Lois said. She peeled Maria away from the wall and began to frog-march her down the hallway.

On the monitor, Lex Luthor watched the proceedings with a neutral expression. Maria was leading Lois toward the recovery rooms where the other subjects were recuperating after tonight's session. Obviously, tonight's experiment was a failure. Still, it had been fun to see the haughty Lois Lane writhe and fuck with her new toy, and he had collected valuable data. It was time to cut his losses.

He tapped a button on the control panel. Red lights began to blare, doors opened. Over the loudspeakers, a computerized voice began to drone.

SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED.

ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE.

SELF-DESTRUCT T MINUS TEN MINUTES.

In the chaos of milling lab technicians, Lois marched her captive down, the computerized voice with its countdown lending urgency to their mission. All the doors had been unlocked, and they found the women dressed in hospital gowns, tied to wheelchairs by zip ties.

"You take those two," Lois said, letting Maria go. "I'll take these two."

It was hard work, pushing two loaded wheelchairs, but the hallways were practically empty. Lois scowled at all the computers they passed, gaping holes where the hard drives should be. All the files would be gone, all the evidence erased...

T MINUS FOUR MINUTES TO SELF-DESTRUCT.

They put on speed and made it out the fire door into an alley behind the club. The familiar whine of the Metropolis Fire Department echoed in the distance, but Lois doubted they would get here in time to do more than control the blaze. She turned to Maria...but the young woman was already disappearing down the alley, leaving the reporter with the four missing women.

Lois Lane sighed and began the difficult task of pushing the four loaded wheelchairs out of the alley. It would be a hell of a story...if she bothered to write it. Women growing cocks? Programmed to fuck anything that moved? Lois had damn little proof for any of that...except for the dick hanging between her legs, and whatever these women could say.

By the time the fire engines arrived, smoke was pouring out of the building. Lois was on her phone, posting about the blaze on social media.

Here on the scene, Lois Lane of the Daily Planet bringing you live updates of what started out as a wild night out, and ended in smoke and fury. She typed into the phone.

A great tiredness settled on Lois as she flagged down a cop, tried to explain the situation with the four women in wheelchairs. The reporter knew this wasn't over...not by a long shot. That these experiments would just continue somewhere else. But for now, for tonight...this was the end of the story.