Epilogue: A Date With The Breeding Bench

"So," Lois Lane began. "What's in it for you?"

They were seated once again in the projection room, on the breeding bench...although at Lois's insistence, they had turned down the heat, so that the room was comfortable. This time, the reporter had opted to wear a lightweight business suit, the better to emphasize that she was there on business...while Angelica Blaze was in a black evening dress, a one-piece affair that hung off her left shoulder, and had a slit up the right leg to show off her gams.

There were nice thighs, but Lois was here for something else. The truth.

"You've set up this reproductive service...in a bar of all places...but what do you get out of it? Do you really charge no fees? How do you pay for your...assistance?"

Lois remembered the movies. There had been a lot of men cumming into those women. Presumably, some of them had to be compensated by more than just a quick fuck and a promise of no paternity suit later.

Blaze gave Lois that Mona Lisa smile. "Is it really so difficult to believe that I wish to help women out of the goodness of my heart?"

"Frankly, yes," the reporter said. Despite the fact that the room was cool, she felt oddly itchy in her business suit...he legs were damp pressed against the breeding bench, and arm pits were beginning to sweat a little. She blamed it on the humidity and pressed on. "What's your angle?"

"Not everything is about profit, at least not in the dollars and cents term," Angelica told her. The dark eyes locked on the reporter's gaze and held it, as if studying her reflection in Lois Lane's violet eyes. "The women who work the bar partake in a profit-sharing scheme. They are compensated well above the median wage for such work. The nature of the place itself attracts appropriate clientele...and I can find additional talent, when I need it."

"Still, there must have been an initial outlay of capital," Lois said. "Are you really running this place at a loss?"

"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, but lose his soul?" Blaze quoted. "Are you sure you're comfortable, Lois? You look a bit...peaked, is that the right word? It has been a long week since our last session."

"I prefer 'Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.'" Lois quoted back, for she didn't like to be outdone when it came to quoting scripture. "And I'm fine. Just a little stuffy in here."

"Oh, I agree. Do you mind if I make myself more comfortable?" There was a trap there, and Lois knew it, but she wouldn't get anywhere in her interview without some small concession...it was Blaze's place of business after all.

Once the reporter nodded her consent, Angelica reached over and pulled the top of her dress off her left shoulder...and peeled it down, so that both breasts were free. They were small, and of the type that Lois thought were quite attractive at a small size, because if they were bigger they would tend to sag. The dress had been pulled won to Blaze's waist, showing off the hard muscles of her abdomen to good advantage, the outlines of ribs. Yet she made no effort to remove the rest of her dress...though Lois already knew what was waiting under there, probably already hard.

"About your cock..." Lois asked the question almost without thinking. "That's unusual, isn't it? I mean, forgive me for asking, but you don't look like you're transgender."

"I'm not," Angelica said. "And I take no offense. The fact is, I'm an hermaphrodite, with both men and women's genitalia."

"Fully functional?" Lois said, incredulously. "That's rare, isn't it."

"Exceedingly," Blaze nodded. "And yes, I am...functional. But of course the true test of functionality is procreation. I've never given birth to a child myself...or impregnated a woman. Not yet, anyway. That's another reason to build such a place, regardless of the expense."

Lois cocked her head. "Like a bird that builds a nest...hoping for a mate?"

"Exactly," Blaze beamed. "Although a bit more complicated than all that, on the metaphysical level. It works by drawing in those who are...seeking the same thing...but there is no element of compulsion. A bit like a dating app; it brings people together who are of the right mindset, but what happens when they are there is up to them."

Lois frowned. "So why go to all the trouble? Why not just use a dating app?"

"I'm not exactly familiar with modern technology," the dickgirl admitted. "And in any event, the concentration of energies make it more likely for certain low-probability events to happen. Coincidences, at the low end, but also fertilization for those couples who are capable of getting pregnant, but the odds are normally against them. With my...anatomy...the odds would normally be against conception. Except here."

"What are the odds here?" Lois asked, the question again slipping out before she thought it through.

"Exactly fifty-fifty," Blaze said. "All else being equal. Of course, that assumes the woman is even ovulating. There's little real chance of anything happening unless the sperm is in a position to encounter an egg. So activities like...anal sex...would be perfectly safe."

The reporter swallowed. Her collar was damp now, her whole body perspiring despite the cool temperature. The topless dickgirl noticed and reached down, coming up with a bottled water...and as Lois reached to accept it, the reporter just saw the tip of her cock, pressed against those tight abs by the dark skirt wadded around her waist...and the reporter realized that a part of her had really been hoping for more to happen today than just an interview.

It was a part of her she did her best to tamp down, as she took a big swallow of the water.

"Did you have an enema, like I asked?" Blaze said. "It's good to get the toxins out."

"Yes," Lois said, remembering the one condition Blaze had made for the interview.

"Good. I'm glad. Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable taking off your coat?" Blaze said. The tip of her dick was clearly visible now, poking up out of her dress.

"That's what you want, isn't it!?" Lois flushed. "You want me to strip down, so that you can charm me back onto this breeding bench. Well, I'm going about to..."

A half an hour later, Lois Lane could hardly believe that she had let herself be talked into her current position. Naked, again. Strapped to the breeding bench, again. Except this time, the devilish dickgirl was rubbing a fingerful of lube into the reporter's anus.

"Just relax," Blaze cooed. "No woman has ever yet gotten pregnant from being fucked in the ass. It's like nature's birth control."

Lois grit her teeth. Her body felt like it was melting, even though her whole body was covered with gooseflesh in the chill. "Just...get it over with."

"C'mon now, try and get in the spirit of things," Angelica said as she rubbed the head of her dick against the reporter's anus. "Those women drawn here by their desires...submitting to them...brought to this place where the laws of probabilities began to work against them...or maybe for them. Maximizing the odds that this was it, this was the day, the hour, the moment they got bred like livestock..."

Lois tensed up as the cockhead pushed forward. Instinctively she squeezed, trying to repel the intruder...and Blaze didn't try to **** it, just held it there, against the pressure...and then, finally, Lois relaxed...and the cock slipped inside, sucked in by the sudden change in pressure.

The reporter would have tensed again, but held it. She needed this, weirdly, and she knew it. Something to clear her head. Once Blaze got her rocks off, maybe Lois would be able to get some real answered, instead of a bunch of mystical claptrap.

Slowly, achingly slowly, Angelica slid her lubed-up cock into the reporter's tight hole. It was not painful, which surprised Lois...and the cock felt enormous, which did. Every time she thought for sure that the dickgirl must be ready to bottom out, the cock kept feeding into her ass, the reporter utterly unable to expel it. Until at last it felt like Lois had a baseball bat up her keister, the anus beginning to stretch a little...and then Lois felt those hard abs against her buttocks.

"There...that's not so bad, is it?" Blaze said. "Just think of all your ancestors that must have done this, trying to have a little fun without having a child..."

"Sure," Lois squirmed in her bonds. "Until they made a mistake. You better not point that thing at the wrong hole!"

"Don't worry Lois," Blaze's voice had a dreamy quality. "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum. To the brim."

It was a slow, gentle fuck. The greased-up dick plunged in and out of the reporter's asshole like it was made for no other purpose. The reporter felt no pain at all, just the weirdness and intensity of something moving in and out where it shouldn't...and that was exciting, in its own way, but different than vaginal sex. Not really unpleasant, once she got used to it; there was a pleasant kind of burning at her asshole, where most of the sensation was, and a little gentle tapping at the base of her pussy where Blaze's balls slapped...but the reporter didn't think it was the moaning, groaning, endlessly orgasmic experience that it was in pornography, and doubted she'd ever actually get off to it.

Until Angelica reached down and began to finger her pussy.

The thumb slid in easily, the index finger found her clit, and together they began to rub. Blaze wasn't really thrusting now, her cock was buried almost to the hilt in the reporter's backside, barely moving, as the dickgirl's fingers slowly ground and pulled...and now the reporter realized how tense and keyed-up she was, her muscles bunching and pulling at the straps that bound her to the breeding bench, her hard nipples pressed into the foam cushions. It was Lois now who was humping, feeling that thumb press against the cock in her ass through the thing walls separating pussy and anus...and Blaze began to croon, some wordless lullaby, as she watched and felt the naked reporter squirm and squirm, and....

Lois shook. She shook and trembled and grunted, her whole body going tense as the silent explosion radiated out from her cunt, the backsplash of her ejaculation coating Blaze's thighs...and as Lois squeezed and quivered, the dickgirl began to push harder and harder, until just as Lois lolled in the haze of her post-orgasm, she felt the cock withdraw until only the tip was inside her beleaguered asshole...and hot, wet sticky strands, rope after rope, shot into the darkness of Lois Lane's butt.

The dickgirl's cock slid out of the reporter with a wet plop...and Lois instinctively squeezed, trying to expel it, so that the cum oozed and dribbled out of the loose anus...down to the reporter's spasming, wide-open pussy.

"Tell me Lois," Blaze said, a bit of triumph in her voice. "Are you familiar with the phrase 'splash conception?' It's mostly hypothetical...the idea that any semen that manages to touch the vagina has a chance, however small..."

Angelica stopped to admire the way the black jizz flowed out of the reporter's asshole, dripping into the pink folds of the reporter's cunt. Something only possibly by the particular angle of the breeding bench.

"...might lead to conception. Of course, the odds of such a thing are normally very low indeed...but here..."

Lois Lane shut her eyes against the soft laughter that followed.