Lois Is Being Programmed To Be A Slut

I need some cock, dick, prick for my quim, gash, vagina, cunt, slit, pussy.

It was such a simple, basic idea that floated suddenly to Lois Lane's mind. Her jaw ached, but she kept licking the pussy in front of her. Her pussy felt raw, little flares of pain as the cock pressed deep inside of her, but she kept squeezing and pushing back. Fucked fore and aft, the naked reporter felt as though she was finding things out about herself.

I'm a slut. I want some cock for my gash. I want to taste pussy. I want to feel a dick up my ass.

It seemed self-evident now. Lois didn't know why she hadn't realized it before. She enjoyed sex. She should have more sex. With men and women. With anyone. Why had she gone so long in her life without fucking and being fucked? There were plenty of people who wanted to fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth...

I love cocks, dicks, pricks, penises. I love pussies, cunts, quims, cocksockets, dicksleeves, slits, snatches, twats.

Lois was breathing hard now, on the edge of exhaustion. Hands were groping her tired body, helping to keep her in the rhythm, weak flesh kept fucking. The longer she fucked, the more clear it all became. She needed to fuck more. She had been denying herself and others the pleasures of her body. She...

I'm a slut, Lois said as the darkness closed in. Her arms quivered, too weak to hold her up and she fell forward, numb mouth slipping out of the pussy. Hands caught her as the cock continued to piston in and out of her aching cunt.

I'm a slut I'm a slut I'm a slut...

Unconsciousness came to the newborn slut. But the whispered programming did not stop.