Epilogue: Supersurrogate

Her ankles were crossed behind her head.

Her wrists were cuffed behind her back.

Smooth black covered her arms and legs, her eyes and mouth. Her chest was bare, so that the sigil that marked her as property of the House of El was visible. Nipples hard in the cold air. They were bigger than before. Her mistress had told her she would need bigger titties for what was coming.

A burning wave ran slowly over the former reporter's exposed crotch. The smell of burnt hair reached the reporter's nostrils as the heat-vision vaporized the black matted mass of hair that had grown there, in the dark. Lois wasn't allowed razors anymore.

"There," Supergirl said. Her gloved hands curled around Lois' breasts and gave a delicate squeeze. "You are just the most beautiful birthing matrix in the entire fortress."

Something rubbed against Lois' pussy. She gasped at the size, the roughness of it. Not like the toys her mistress normally played with her with. This was different...warm, hard, faceted, the edges almost sharp.

"It took a little while to convince Kal that we needed to save the Kryptonian species," Supergirl said. "And I think he was a little disappointed we weren't going to do it the old-fashioned way. But I assured him that with the improvements I'd made to the birthing matrix technology, it would be as good as an actual womb..."

Lois Lane's chest heaved. Her heart hammered. Whatever her Mistress pressed into her pussy it was big...more than Lois had ever had before...and it pressed deep inside of her. Some piece of Kryptonian technology, adapted for this purpose. She grunted in pain as the tip of it stabbed into her cervix. Her muscles contracted, but bound as she was, the reporter couldn't move...only quiver in place.

"My egg. Kal's sperm. The baby won't have any superpowers, not right away, because there's no sunlight in your uterus. You can carry our baby to term safely. The perfect supersurrogate."

A gloved hand pressed against the flat stomach of her gimp.

"I can't wait to see how big you get. We'll get you started on the lactation process right away. You'll need big tits to feed our babies," the gloved hand moved downward until the latex-covered thumb pressed against the bound woman's clit. "We just need to go a little deeper..."

Lois couldn't scream with the gag in her mouth. Not as the thumb slid down and pressed along the hard, crystal edge of whatever insemination device was inside of her. Not as her Mistress pressed, with implacable strength, and Lois' pussy stretched painfully as the thumb **** its way in. Not as Supergirl pulled, to stretch that cunt upward grotesquely so that she could slide the crystal spike in a little deeper.

She held Lois like that. Lois shook, unable to do more than that in the Kryptonian bondage suit...and then the spike hummed and shook inside of her, and in her own ears the reporter's voice shook the bones of her skull.

"Two embryos," Supergirl said, as she slowly withdrew the spike. The gloved hand ran over Lois' tightly-clad body, heavy pats that Lois could feel even through the skin-tight outfit. Mistress continued to grope her. The woman that had been Lois Lane writhed as those hot lips sucked on her tits. As gloved fingers rubbed and pulled at her pussy. A strange, dim feeling burned inside of her now...she had a new name, a new purpose. Her old life seemed so very far away.

"We'll see how you do with that. Next time, perhaps, we might do more...but I want you to last a long, long time...Birthing Matrix 01."