End: Program Error. Would You Like To Try Again?

The voice was mechanical, flat, unaffected. Lois Lane frowned into the pink void around her head, and twisted her neck around, pulled at the bonds that held her arms and legs...but she was locked in tight. Her stomach was flat against the padded pillow, her legs pulled apart to give free access to her ass...but her ass was empty.

"I want someone to fuck my ass!" Lois shouted. "Right now! I was close!"

"Program error. Would you like to try again?"

The reporter growled in her throat. She could think clearer now...and remembered more about her programming session. The focus on black cocks. A little pin-prick she hardly recalled, ut which now she was sure must have involved some ****. The smart move would be to try and escape, and get some cock for her ass later. There had to be someone in Metropolis that would fuck her butt. Hell, she could call Superman if she had to...

"Abort program," Lois said out loud. "Exit program. Control-alt-delete. Open sesame."

The commands did nothing. The bonds held her fairly firmly, but not so tightly that they cut into Lois Lane's circulation. She began to work out a plan...

...and then something touched her ass, and the reporter froze in place.

Gloved hands spread the buttocks away from her anus. Something wet, and small and hard touched her sore sphincter...and in her pink limbo, Lois Lane felt like it was a cotton-swab. For the next minute or so, the reporter forgot all about her attempts to escape, the endless and slowly-shifting pink light around her, the missing women she had come to find, everything except the slow, methodical work of whoever was using the cotton swab to paint something on her ass.

It was cool and tingly to the touch. Like aloe vera...and Lois felt a sense of relief run through her as the aching of her asshole eased some. She wondered if, perhaps, this was some medical technician sent to make sure she wasn't hurt...and that perhaps if she stayed put for a moment or two longer, they would loosen the straps and Lois would have her chance at escape.

Then the swap dipped deeper into her ass. It was thin, as thin as a Q-tip but longer, and it was lubricated by whatever was being spread around her asshole and slipped into the reporter's butt like the ghost of a fart. She strove not to squeeze and clench her buttocks tight, as the thin stick slowly circled her anal cavity, pulling out to freshen up with a load of that cool, tingly gel, only to plunge back in and swab even more of it. The reporter put up with this as long as she could, frustrated that the thin tool was too small to really get any stimulation, and then...

...and then a gloved finger slid into the reporter's ass, and Lois blinked as she realized she could barely feel it. The finger tugged at her asshole, but it was as though her anus had lost all sensation. She could feel the finger, but it was like her asshole had suddenly become this alien part of her...like during a dental appointment when the dentists' novocaine spreads and your tongue feels clammy and weird and dull.

Consternation grew within Lois Lane's breast as something soft yet solid was pressed against her unresisting asshole and slid easily into her anal cavity. Some kind of plug. Lois squeezed her buttocks as the finger retreated, but whatever it was it was solid enough that Lois couldn't expel it. Worse than that, though, she couldn't feel it. The effects of the numbing gel were slowly creeping up and away from the sight of her gaping asshole.

"Program update complete. Would you like to begin?"

The reporter weighed her options. A part of her wanted to redouble her efforts to escape, but right this second she could hardly think straight.

"If I say 'yes,' will you let me go?" the trapped reporter asked.

"Consent acknowledged," the computer said. "Beginning program."

Lois Lane screamed at the screen as she felt the prick of a needle against her carotid artery...and the pulsing of the pink screen grew faster, assumed shaped. Lois Lane thought she could already see the shadows of the cocks that would emerge into full clarity soon, and groaned.

She was about to go through all of this again...and this time, with an ass so numb she couldn't even get off on it...

Lois Lane's night out would last longer than she imagined. It takes time to break a mind as strong and willful as hers, even with the best technology, the most careful regimen of ****. Yet lack of sleep and constant sexual stimulation will break down the hardiest constitution and the most steely mind. In the end, unable to even feel the cock in her ass, Lois Lane would stare with aching, tear-filled eyes into the pink void and mindlessly mouth the words that were whispered into her ears.

"I love black cocks...big black cocks...I am a black cock slut...black cock...cock slut...slut for black cock...big black dicks...bigger the better...black...black...slut..."

Why Lex Luthor had gone to so much trouble to reduce Lois Lane to such a state...now that is another story.