Epilogue: Batgirl's Plan

Batgirl had a plan. Lois Lane trusted in that implicitly. She could read it in the redhead's eyes every time she took the reporter's cock into her mouth. When those firm hands would grasp and jerk her off until the white jizz dribbled out.

Lois just couldn't figure out what it was.

Food would come, and they ate. They exercised, with Lois careful not to let her eyes fall to the word tattooed on the naked Batgirl's lower back. They spoke...never about personal matters, but told each other stories, recited bits of poetry from memory, discussed politics and philosophy. Long, deep conversations on the nature of vigilantism and crimefighting. Sometimes Lois would rest her head in Batgirl's lap, so close that she could smell her pussy...the red hair had grown out into a verdant forest, and it made Lois hard...

...and whenever she was hard, Batgirl would take care of it.

There was something maddening about that...and then it happened. The thing that Batgirl had apparently been waiting for.

She had been moodier than normal, easy to agitate, jogging around their cell to relieve stress...and then Lois noticed the red drops and pointed it out, and Batgirl smiled.

"Finally," she breathed.

With a swish of her red hair, Batgirl leaned against the wall, face away from the reporter, ass out. Her period dripped down her legs. Automatically, Lois looked away, but then she heard the redhead say:

"Lois, I need you to read my tramp stamp."

"But..." Lois began.

"I know," Batgirl said, triumph in her voice. "But I want it. I need it. Hard and fast. It's okay. You can't get me pregnant. Trust me."

Lois Lane did trust her. Slowly, the reporter rose. Her cock swung between her legs. She wasn't even hard as she stepped toward that perfect pale ass...Batgirl hadn't skipped leg day during their incarceration...and Lois let her eyes fall on the word that was clearly tattooed in all caps, black ink, above Batgirl's ass.

CROATOAN

The immediacy of the erection caused Lois to grunt. She dove forward on automatic pilot as the mental programming took over. Batgirl didn't even try to escape or run away. The heroine simply braced herself against the wall as the uncaring cock pressed forward and split her slit, as the menses dripped down her inner thighs, and buried itself to the hilt in one single thrust.

"Yessss..." Batgirl said, as her legs quivered and her pussy dripped. Lois Lane didn't even hear her. All of her consciousness devolved to a single thought as she humped the warm, fleshy hole that gripped her prick.

Lois had become a mindless breeding machine...and Batgirl pushed back to meet every thrust, moaned like a whore for a trick every time that dick bottomed out inside of her, and moaned and panted for Lois to cum inside of her.

After all, today was a safe day. The redhead allowed herself a grin as the dickgirl's fingers clamped tight onto the heroine's hips. Barely ten minutes into the encounter, the first hot surge burst deep inside of Batgirl...and the rod, smeared with cum and menstrual blood, didn't soften a bit. Lois growled and buried her face in her mate's hair as she continued to push her cock in and out of Batgirl's cunny, to churn the blood and jizz into a pink froth.

Batgirl wasn't sure what the limits of Lois Lane's programming were...but not, she would find out. The heroine knew that she couldn't risk doing this with Lois before her period came. Yet in the absence of real birth control, her monthly cycle was the only "Plan B" that Batgirl had.

She hoped it would be enough. Because she knew that someone was watching. Whoever had put them here, who had transformed Lois Lane like they had...they had been waiting for this, and they could do the math as well as Batgirl could.

If I was running this experiment, the heroine thought to herself, I'd want to interfere, somehow. As soon as my period ends, as soon as I start to ovulate, they'll try to trigger Lois sooner. All I have to do is wait for them to get impatient...and make the most of the opportunity.

Lois Lane, oblivious to all these plans and counter-plans, continued to try and impregnate the impregnable heroine...and Batgirl, freed for the moment from having to restrict herself to jerking or sucking the dickgirl off, closed her eyes and leaned into the hard, grinding fuck that she had been dreaming of all these long days.