Justice League

"Hmmm," Doctor Midnite said. The old man was in costume, the dark goggles over his eyes as he ran the ultrasound over the reporter's flat stomach. John Henry Irons had donned his armor, and was present as Steel. Superman had come in during the middle of the examination, and Lois had watched the two whisper earnestly to one another...and for a moment she felt a spike of fear, that they would fight...but though the Kryptonian looked as though Darkseid had kicked Krypto, he made no move to take a swing at the Black man. Hovering in the background, Lois saw Wonder Woman and the green figure of the Martian Manhunter.

At last, the old hero sat back.

"My instrumentation is not specialized for obstetrics," he said. "But there are indications that you recently experienced a multiple ovulation event, and several eggs may even now be fertilized. There is an implant with connections running throughout your reproductive system...and it's been attempt to transmit data, although I believe we're out of range of so weak a transmitter."

"So...I'm pregnant?" Lois asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Young lady, I would say the odds are that you are very pregnant," he said dryly.

"What about her mind?" Superman asked, voice carefully controlled.

"No implants there. Possibly she may have been hypnotized or brainwashed...there are some residual **** in her system, but I can't detect any damage."

"If I may—" the Martian broke in. "Miss Lane, will you permit me to scan your mind for evidence of tampering?"

Lois Lane blinked her violet eyes. She felt nervous...not sure if she wanted to know. The whole experience leading up to her lovemaking with John Henry Irons was so confused...and she didn't like to think that what she felt for him was...artificial.

"I guess," she said. Then, in a firmer voice, nodded and said. "Go ahead."

The reporter wasn't sure what she expected, as the strange red eyes of the Martian locked with hers. She found herself reviewing the events of the night...but was that his doing, or her own overworked mind, reviewing everything? Going to the club...the computer terminal...the...

Lois shuddered uncontrollably, blinking as she recalled the pink spirals, the flashing lights and images. Her pussy immediately got wet as she suddenly re-lived the images of black cocks, swollen bellies, and...

"...she was subject to a brainwashing program. Indoctrination. Her desire for Black men, for impregnation, were increased substantially. Her inhibitions in this regard were overcome by repeated positive reinforcement...she was made to orgasm, repeatedly, to the thoughts and images. To associate sex with Black men with pleasure, impregnation with climax. Unsubtle, but effective."

He turned to Steel. "You were also subject to a degree of mental manipulation. Neither of you were completely in control of yourselves during your...encounters."

The reporter absorbed the words numbly. Her heart sank. It was so strange and terrible to think that what she felt for John Henry Irons might be...artificial. Fake. ****.

The Martian turned toward Lois, answering her unspoken thought.

"Your emotional connection is real. Your physical attraction is real. Both Miss Lane and Steel were manipulated into acting in ways counter to their natural inhibitions, but the underlying attractions and feelings are genuine—they are simply not ones you would normally have acted upon. It is similar to if you both were ****...purposefully so, in this case, and direction to encounter one another."

Superman's voice was terse. "Can you tell who is responsible?"

"Luthor," Steel said quietly.

"The implant uses LexCorp technology," Doctor Midnite added.

Superman set his shoulders back. He turned to Steel.

"You should stay here...with Lois and Dr. Midnite. The rest of us will apprehend Luthor. He's gone too far this time."