End: Superdrugs

A cord was tied around Lois Lane's upper arm. The hypodermic needle was filled with a blue liquid.

"With this, you'll cum faster than a speeding bullet..." Diana Reynolds said.

"...orgasms more powerful than a locomotive..." Jenny Dunlap said, as she tapped the crook of the reporter's arm to bring out the vein.

"...leap tall cocks with a single bound." Tonya Wong said as she pressed the tip into the skin.

"You'll be a super whore," Maria de la Cruz whispered in Lois Lane's ear.

A short, sharp pain. Lois Lane's heart thundered. Briefly, her mind went to her Star Sapphire ring...but it sat heavy on her finger, the light almost extinguished. She felt utterly powerless as the four women she had come to save injected her with the strange ****.

Fire began to flow up and down the reporter's arm as the cord came undone. Lois felt oddly dull and weak. Towels came out, patting her down, drying her body. Two of them carried her back out on stage.

"Don't worry, honey." Diana said as they set the reporter back in the stocks. "The money is great. You'll clear a couple thousand bucks tonight. More than enough to pay for ****—and the abortion."

The women laughed at that. They left Lois there on the stage, waiting for the curtain to rise.

Feebly, Lois struggled against the bonds. The fire in her veins was spreading, her whole arm itchy and shivering, flowing toward her heart. The skin on that arm already felt tight and swollen, the muscles bulging.

I don't get it, she thought to herself. They talked like it would make me stronger, but I feel so weak and...

A bare breeze brushed the reporter's exposed pussy. Lois Lane's whole body shook, hot pussy juice squirting out onto the stage and running down her legs. The bound woman gasped, barely able to comprehend why...and then she felt the enormous heat in her genitals, spreading through her belly. The aches and pains of the past fuckings faded, and a dizzy euphoria swept through her. It was like being drunk but...something somehow more than that. Lois Lane realized she could hear the women giggling in their dressing room, pick out the scents of their marijuana, each individual sperm secretion soaked into the stage. Through the pounding in her ears of her own heart, she could hear cocks stirring in the pants of the audience. Her whole body felt as sensitive as her clit, and her cunt itself had a hair trigger, ready to cum at the slightest touch.

She wondered if this is what Superman felt like, all the time. This awareness, the feeling of power and invulnerability.

Dimly, the Star Sapphire ring glinted, a smoldering fire in her heart. Her little orgasm had charged it, just a bit.

If I had more orgasms...bigger orgasms... The reporter thought, through the haze of ****-induced euphoria. If I charge the ring all the way, I can escape! But right now...

The reporter pictured what she wanted. A diaphragm. Covering her cervix like a steel vault, preventing any cum from entering her pussy. The ring glowed brightly and Lois could feel something inside of her.

Lois took a deep breath. The old woman was ascending the stage, addressing the audience. The **** of Star Sapphire, Part II: The Breaking of the Bitch.

The reporter smiled. It wouldn't be ****...and she wouldn't be broken.

She set her legs, steady now, shoulder-width apart. Her gleaming, wet slit waiting for her first customer.

No egg-timer. No time limits. Nothing off-limits. Lois flexed a cunt that was now harder than steel. She could smell the cocks lining up for her. Some of them were mutants, others alien, exotic.

Love conquers all. A voice said in her mind.

Heavy steps behind her. Rough hands grands her. Lois moaned like a whore as a cock that could plow through concrete slipped into her sloppy tunnel. She squeezed until his grip slackened, the penis threatening to snap if she exerted all of her new super-strength...and permitted him to begin thrusting. Pent up as he was, he didn't last long. Alien seed shot out like machine gun fire, bursting against the barrier inside of her. The Superwhore shook and shivered at the added stimulation, and the ring grew brighter.

"Fucking cunt nearly squeezed my dick off..." the strange, gravely voice said as they pulled out, their spilled sperm gushing out of the reporter like a slimy waterfall. Lois didn't have to wait long for the next one.

They came, one after the other. The **** sang through Lois Lane's body, and none of them, for all their power, their punishing thrusts that should have crumbled her bones to powder or rattled the brains out of her head. Yet the Superwhore took them all...and howled, screamed, body shaking, cunt splattering the stage with her splooge, begging them to fuck her harder, for more cocks, more cum...and unseen by them, the ring glowed brighter and brighter...

Lois Lane knew it was the superdrugs flowing through her veins, lending strength and invulnerability to her pussy. Knew too that however weird it seemed, she had succeeded in a way. She had found the missing women. But she had found something else too. Something she hadn't expected.

Power.

Hairy hands lifted up her legs, holding her out straight so that a cock like a jackhammer could pound relentlessly against the energy diaphragm that protected her womb. Lois Lane shrieked and quivered as climax piled on climax in one long, unending chain, the ring glowing brighter and brighter.

She wondered how long the **** lasted. How much it cost. If she had to, she would do this again, just for a taste of it.

Power was addictive.

That night would end in a few hours. Exhausted supervillains would stagger away, balls drained. Lois Lane would stand up, cum streaming down her legs. Only she wouldn't be just Lois Lane anymore. She would be a junkie, out for her next fix.

Metropolis had seen the birth of the Superwhore.