Hypersexuality

In her straitjacket, Lois Lane whimpered in sudden frustration. Intense, inexplicable need burned through her body. Aching for relief, the reporter maniacally strove to rub her pussy against the padded cell, but restrained as she was, it was almost impossible.

"She was masturbating violently when they found her," the nurse said, her voice carrying through the door. "When an EMT tried to restrain her, she attacked and sexually assaulted him. Even ****, she was mumbling an almost incoherent stream of obscenities...some of the doctors think she's suffered a complete psychotic break with reality. Hypersexuality is the current preliminary diagnosis, at least until we can get her scheduled for more intense testing."

"I...see," Clark Kent said. "Still, I need to speak with her. I have a medical power of attorney."

Biting her lip to repress her moans, Lois Lane gave thanks that she had given Kent the legal document. It had been right after a particularly dangerous expose on Intergang had landed the reporter in the emergency room, and Clark had suggested they exchange paperwork just so that they could cover each other in case something happened.

There were more words, but Lois couldn't make them out. Her animal need for sexual stimulation had reached an impossible pitch.

Which was why, when the door opened, Clark Kent saw the Daily Planet's greatest reporter doing a split, struggling to rub her pussy against the floor. Her violet eyes were wide and bloodshot as she stared at the big, broad-shouldered Kansan in his slightly rumpled suit...but her eyes weren't fixed on those kind eyes behind their black-rimmed glasses, the trim waist or strong chin.

Her eyes were focused on the slight bulge in his trousers.

"Ten minutes," the nurse said, closing the door behind him.

Lois didn't even wait for it to shut. She pushed herself forward, falling so that her cheek slammed into his crotch. The smell of him was enough to make her wet, and the reporter immediately began to rub her face against his bulge, her cunt throbbing with inhuman need.

"Oh Smallville," Lois Lane said. "I'm so glad to see you."