Lois And Luma Fight The Brainwashing Together

By themselves, lights and sounds, even the perpetual colon cleansing, were not enough to break a mind—yet placed together, the effects were subtly compounded. Kryptonian science had long ago mastered the use of low-frequency sounds and specific wavelengths of light to influence biochemistry; combined with the chemicals being absorbed through the women's assholes during their perpetual enema, and the psychological effects of embarrassment and stimulation could produce in mere hours a state of mental pliability that would have taken months of depravation and **** to achieve...all without leaving a single mark on the subject's body.

Lois Lane grit her teeth. Try as she might to close her eyes, she could not block out the sounds, or the constant jet of fluid that pressed into her. At first, Lois had tried to fight the urge to purge...and felt the overwhelming shame and revulsion when, at last, she gave in, letting what little was left in her stomach void out into the bowl. Beside her, she heard the grunt and groan as Luma Lynai did likewise...and yet the enema persisted, a terrible water **** that stressed her body and mind beyond anything she had ever experienced. It felt almost as if Lois was regressing into an infantile state, unable even to control the simplest processes of her own body.

In time, the reporter would have broken...except for one thing.

Luma Lynai still held her hand.

They clung to each other like castaways in a storm. Even as the lights and sounds shifted, and Lois could feel the bones of her skull buzz as Zod's terrible message was beamed straight into her brain, the reporter held on tight. She knew that they had to endure this...as long as possible. Long enough to be rescued, or to come up with some plan of escape...

Outside the chamber, Faora and Ursa monitored the women's process.

"It isn't working," Ursa said. She was slim, her straight dark hair cropped into a boyish cut, a tight black jumpsuit hugging every curve of her slim form, only the exaggerated shoulder pads enhancing the masculine stance she took.

"Agreed," Faora replied. She was much alike to Ursa in build and stature, but the man-hater wore a baroque carapace of black Kryptonian tactical armor. "But if they will not kneel before Zod...perhaps they will kneel before us."

Ursa turned and raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting, exactly?"