Lois Is Given

Sharp pain, between her toes. The pain brought Lois back to an awareness of her body...laying on her side on a hospital bed, head on a pillow, head fixed forward to stare at the screen. The great pink screen that seemed full of shifting, changing pink static, each pixel shifting between white and red in strange patterns. She could feel the handcuffs that held her wrists behind her back, the bonds on her ankles.

The pain between the toes almost immediately faded into a numbness. Like getting a shot of novocaine at the dentist's, that sensation where you could still feel the cold prick of the needle, but then the anesthetic took hold and it didn't hurt anymore, and there was just that sense of...disassociation. Numbness, spreading through her body.

She could feel the hands of the men on her. They were side-by-side, hips rubbed against each other as their cocks rubbed against themselves inside her tight, aching asshole...except it...hurt less...

You will feel better soon. Good girl.

The computerized voice said. There was less distortion on it this time, so distractingly familiar, yet not yet recognizable. Lois blinked as the numbness spread...and with it a sense of lightheadedness. The pain was still there, but it was like she was riding on top of it. There was still that intensity of the penetration, of having her ass stretched, but now it was almost like she didn't care about how much it hurt...or maybe even because of it? The reporter felt a silly smile on her face as she relaxed into the sensation.

These are good ****, Lois. The best. Good girls get good **** and black cocks.

A bit of spittle began to build in Lois Lane's mouth. She blinked slowly. The cocks moved inside of her. There was no more pain. As it faded, so did her anxiety. The reporter felt as if she were almost floating on a cloud, even though she could feel her body rest on the bed as the cocks fucked her ass mercilessly.

Do you want more Lois? More cocks, more ****?

A bit of drool oozed out of the corner of the reporter's mouth. Her body shook from the **** of the thrusts. A part of her wondered if the men were close to cumming. What it would feel like when that hot spunk filled her.

"More," she whispered, tongue strangely thick.

That's right. Good girls are addicted to cock. Good girls get **** when they take cock. The more cock you take, the more **** you get. You want to take some more cocks Lois?

"More," she said, lost in that strange pink haze on the screen. The swirls seemed to resolve themselves into fascinating fractals that turned her brain into mush. "More..."