Epilogue: Control Issues

"You're sure about this?" Lois Lane asked as she closed the cuff around Barbara Gordon's left wrist.

The naked redhead gave a little tug. The other end of the handcuff was cinched around the bedframe. Her right wrist was already cuffed to the opposite end of the bedframe, so that she was spreadeagle, like a female Jesus, her bare breasts beginning to sweat in the heat.

"A little tighter," she said.

Swallowing hard, Lois followed her girlfriend's request, the handcuff closing another ratchet or two. She was naked too...although the reporter didn't understand why Batgirl insisted on being cuffed like this before their little "training session."

"Because I have to be helpless," the redhead said, blue eyes flashing. "So I can't fight you off. You need to be able to control yourself, even when triggered. We have to train you not to **** me, until I want you to."

Lois licked her lips as she took her place, ass on ankles at the foot of the bed, facing her girlfriend. Barbara smiled and stretched her legs, toes just touching the reporter's cock, giving a flash of the red strip of pubic hair and the pink pussy lips.

"Now," Batgirl's mouth twisted into a little smile. "I want you to picture the word. You can do that, can't you? Imagine it's hanging there in front of you...or tattooed on my belly...hold it in your mind."

CROATOAN

The reporter's mouth went dry, her muscles seized...and her cock, instantly went erect. She felt a flush all over her body, hair standing on end, nipples hard too, and the beginning of that aching, throbbing need deep inside of her. Lois's gaze drifted downward to the redhead's pussy, the pink lips glistening slightly with moisture...the bitch was already wet...

It was different, trying to hold the word in her mind's eye. Her programming had been focused on moving her into what Barbara called an "alpha state"—pure blind, rutting lust with a need to impregnate—and then to revert, to forget. Lois could feel the word almost slip out of focus as her programming warred against this artificial, conscious triggering. She wanted to lose control, to plunge forward and bury her cock in that muff, to hump and bust a nut deep inside the beautiful slut before her, but she couldn't, she couldn't...

"You're doing great, babe," Barbara said, and her feet were moving together, long slender legs deft and athletic, strong toes gripping and stroking the shaft from the base to the swollen purple head. "You can feel that, can't you?"

"Y-e-esss..."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" The redhead's voice was breathy. "I can feel the tension in your body. You want to **** the shit out of me, don't you? Put a baby in my belly?"

Lois couldn't answer. Her mouth was hanging slack, drool dribbling past her lips. It was all she could do to hold herself in place, toes curling, muscles in her crotch squeezing as her cock jerked in the grip of Barbara's massaging feet. Every instinct was screaming at her to plunge forward and pump that pussy raw, but Lois dug her nails into her knees, letting the pain distract her a little, trying to focus on the word hovering in her mind's eye just above the hot little cunny in front of her.

Barbara continued to taunt her, the feet rubbing against the dickgirl reporter's rock-hard erection, watching Lois steadily, talking to her...Lois Lane lost sense of time. She hovered there, between fucking and not-fucking, straining to control herself, to hold the word in her mind's eye, feeling her programming telling her to do one thing and not doing it...the psychic strain was consuming her, and she was breathing harder and faster, feeling her hips start to buck a little as if trying to just fuck her girlfriend's feet. Images began to distract her, of her cock just shooting off, sperm splashing in a white arc to land square in that hot quim, and as the pressure built at the base of her cock, the reporter was afraid she might actually do that. Then she realized that Barbara was counting...

"...four...three...two...one...zero."

The Batgirl took her feet off her lover's cock. She spread her legs wide.

"Twenty minutes. That's twice as long as last time. Come on, babe. Come to mommy. Give it to me hard."

Lois lurched forward...only absently remembering her legs had fallen asleep. On her knees, ignoring the pins and needles in her lower limbs, the dickgirl grabbed her girlfriend's hips and slid her cock inside. Barbara bit her lip and wrapped her legs around her lover's lower body, ankles crossed over Lois Lane's ass as she drew her deeper inside.

"Fuck, yes! I know you need this babe. So do I. Quick and hard, no pulling out..."

Lois wasn't listening. She was hugging Barbara close, ass rising and falling, driving her cock in hard and fast and deep, humping the redhead with singleminded, almost maniacal fury. Panting and crying, Barbara's teeth biting into her shoulder...there was a clink of metal on metal and then Batgirl's hands were free, nails digging into Lois Lane's back, holding on for dear life as Lois exploded inside of her...trust Batgirl to be able to pick a pair of handcuffs while being fucked.

Tension ran out of the reporter's body. Still stiff, still buried inside her girlfriend's cunt, she gulped in air, the scent of Barbara's hair, sweaty body pressed against sweaty body.

"Hmm," Barbara kissed her neck. "You're making great progress with your control issues, babe."

"T-thanks," Lois said.

"I just hope we can get a handle on them before the baby gets here."

Lois Lane's eyes opened. Her body stiffened. "Baby?"

"Hmm-hmm. I took a pregnancy test this morning. I'll need to check with a physician, just to be sure but..."

There was a wet squelch as Lois began to move inside of her girlfriend. She wasn't visualizing the word anymore, but she could feel the excitement growing through her body, chasing away the ache of tired muscles.

Lois **** herself to look in Barbara's eyes.

"We're going to have to talk...I mean if you are...I want to..."

Batgirl smiled. "I know. We will. But first..."

Her hands reached down and squeeze the reporter's ass.

"Fuck me like you were trying to put another baby into me."

So Lois did.