Epilogue: Negative Reinforcement

Lois Lane sat still in the chair. Glowing green chains bound the naked reporter securely in place. Her rigid erection stood out obscenely from her body.

The Justice League observed her from the control room.

"Doctor Midnite has flushed the **** and nanites from her body," J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter said. "But the brainwashing technique he used is difficult to undo without damaging Lois Lane's psyche. He has associated psychological triggers and physical instincts with certain symbols."

"Like Pavlov's dog—who is trained to salivate when they hear a bell," Batman translated for the others.

"Indeed," the green-skinned Martian said. "To assist her recovery, we need to break those associations with negative reinforcement."

"So...what?" Power Girl said. "You want me to slap her dick until she stops trying to **** me?"

All eyes in the room turned on the busty blonde.

Power Girl's eyes went wide. "Oh come on, I was kidding!"

The door opened. The reporter looked up.

Power Girl was in her spare uniform. No chest window over those generous breasts. Just a great red-and-yellow S-shield stretched across her chest.

Lois Lane was already hard. Now, however, the veins seemed to stand out from its surface. Precum began to drool freely from the urethra. The dickgirl reporter's nostrils flared and she leaned against the glowing green chain.

The busty Kryptonian walked forward. She looked Lois straight in the eye.

"I'm doing this for your own good," she said.

Her hand came down faster than Lois could see. The reporter's cock hovered at a forty-five-degree angle, her knees spread apart as her calves were chained to the chair legs. The slap cracked the air, and smacked the dick painfully down against the edge of the seat.

"Bad dick!" Power Girl said.

The superheroine turned around. Her red cape flashed, to hide the S-shield. Lois Lane panted. Her cock hurt. A vivid purple bruise began to grow along the underside, where the cock had hit the edge of the chair. The head stung where Power Girl had slapped it.

Power Girl counted to five. Then she turned around.

At the sight of the S-shield, the wounded cock grew painfully erect again. Once more the air cracked as Power Girl slapped the erect prick. This time Lois howled. Her cock bobbed in the air, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Once more, Power Girl turned around. She hated doing this to Lois, but this is what J'onn J'onzz said she had to do. Slowly associate the S-shield with pain. Break whatever positive association that Lex Luthor had built up inside the reporter's brain.

They didn't know how long it would take. Power Girl didn't count...but as she spun and slapped, spun and slapped, she could hear the mewls of pain from Lois Lane. The **** pants. She could see the purple bruise spread and darken, until she was afraid the cock was going to break in half. The head had swollen to nearly twice its size, and there were ugly red welts along the underside. Tears flowed down the reporter's cheeks, but even time she saw the S-shield, the cock would still rise.

Power Girl misjudged the smack this time. She was trying to hit somewhere else on the cock, and ended up smacking the edge of the seat itself. The legs immediately collapsed, and Lois landed heavily on the floor. Her cock flat out in front of her, swollen like a great pink slug...and Power Girl got an idea.

She stepped forward. Her crimson boot heel pressed on the swollen head. The superheroine carefully pressed her weight against the recalcitrant cock...and Lois Lane's eyes went wide, her hips shuddered, her whole body strained against the glowing green chains...and Power Girl could feel the dick wiggle and throb beneath her foot.

Then she smelled it. That familiar ammonia odor, like an overripe cheese or bathroom cleaning supplies. She lifted her boot...and there was a strand of sticky white goo clinging to the heel.

"Guys?" Power Girl said aloud. "I don't think it's working."