I Like To Be Treated Like A Whore

The words came out, and Lois Lane felt a visceral reaction, her guts twisted up inside of her. What she said was true, but she had never admitted it before. Not to anyone, hardly ever to herself. It was part of the reason she had such trouble staying in relationships. She wanted, needed to be treated like that sometimes...but it was so hard to find anyone that would or could do that. Someone she could trust to slap her tits and toss her around and just...almost fucking **** her.

Lex Luthor took two steps to the side and one forward. His heels turned...and then Lois Lane felt the flat, hard heel of his shoe against the back of her neck.

"Of course you do, Lois," his voice came from above. "At a certain level, many women are tired of having to be in control all the time. They want to be told what to do...some of them even want to be made what to do. That is why I am so glad that you came here tonight. So that you could learn your place."

Lois Lane couldn't speak. The weight of his leg and body leaned down, to press her cheek into the floor.

He knelt. Lois was pinned beneath his foot...and her cock stiffened between her legs.

"I changed your body, Lois, because I can. You are going to be my little playmate for a while. For tonight at least, I am going to use you as I see fit...whether you want it or not. I am sure it will be the greatest sexual experience of your life...not that I care."

His hand slid down the crack of her ass. Lois let out a whimper as his fingers touched her asshole.

"If you're a good slut...perhaps we'll even make this a regular occurrence."