Master Plan: Lex and Lois -- savoring

Lois was doing her level best to ignore the continuing yearning in her nethers. It had just gotten worse over the course of her trip to LexCorp. She'd been glad that tables of bottle springwater had been provided for the press as they arrived -- she'd drunk two dry before the presentation even began.

Lois had **** herself to pay attention to Lex when he first walked on stage -- which was complicated because of the sudden hormonal surge she had felt upon seeing him. She was vaguely disgusted at herself for that, but it made some sense. He was a powerful man and Lois had strong emotions about him and a long past with him. With her body in overdrive sex now mode she could understand why her gonads would splork a bit, even if her brain found him repugnant.

Still. She was a reporter and she could push past that, right?

Well. Okay. She was off her game enough to be taken to school by a 19 year old girl -- Lex's daughter, no less -- and come across like the bad guy in front of all her peers. Damn it. She didn't usually fall into these traps. Other traps? Sure. Lois fell into traps all the time. She'd won two Pulitzers by falling into traps. But not this kind of trap.

There was a slightly useful side to being owned by Lenity (seriously, what kind of name was Lenity?) Luthor, though. It meant no one questioned Lois standing on the edges of the crowd at the reception, instead of pushing into the center and grilling the prodigal daughter.

...though one thing that bugged Lois? She'd been fooled before, of course, but she still had to start with gut feelings. And her gut feeling told her that Lenity Luthor really was a nice kid.

Of course, her gut feeling also told her everything the press had heard so far was a complete bill of goods.

Lois sipped yet another bottle of water, and tried to focus on her surroundings instead of on her rich inner life -- specifically, her rich, inner, desperately horny inner life. More and more she worried Cat was right. What if this was some kind of medical issue? It wasn't--

"--setting up the primary harmonics?"

"It's on the auto-ride. It's like wifi beamforming, but with sound. No one'll even know it's happening."

Lois froze in place, listening. There were a couple of the LexCorp techs off to the side, trying not to be heard.

"Does Ms. Luthor even know it's happening?"

"Nah. Boss says what she doesn't know won't hurt her. What else is new, right? C'mon -- let's go check levels."

Lois turned profile, letting her see the two techs disappear backstage. She bit her lip. Sixty-forty this was a trap. Everyone knew that the best way to catch Lois Lane was to whisper 'important information' where she could hear. On the other hand, a trap meant there really was something being covered up, and Lex didn't want her on that trail.

Right. Time to go get trapped.

She managed to get through the door easily enough. It was propped open -- probably to facilitate techs getting in and out so they could rig up audio/visual. Convenience versus security -- the real neverending battle.

...neverending battle... nothing like a brief reminder that Clark wasn't available if there was trouble. Not that Lois would stop, of course.

She headed down a small hall, and through a second door. She tried to remember what LexCorp access codes were still working as she went -- she figured she'd have to punch them in at some point...

Another empty hall. She frowned a bit. This felt a little bit like a maze, and she didn't think she'd like the cheese at the end of it. Naturally, she kept going forward.

Through this next door, she found... a large conference room. Dark, all interior, like most LexCorp offices and conference rooms. Lex didn't encourage people to look in or out of his building. Well, except on the top floor, of course.

Lois looked around. No sign of anyone else, but another door on the other side of the room. She frowned. Definitely being herded, but the question was where... and maybe more importantly why?

"This is why people tie you to chairs, Lois," she muttered, making her way through the room to the far door. "This right here? This is why it happens."

"You're right, of course."

Lois jumped, spinning and dropping into a krav maga basic stance. "Lex--"

Lois froze.

Lex was there, of course. Bigger than life. Probably in through a secret panel right behind her. Head tilted back, letting him look down towards... look down upon Lois--

Lois felt her legs grow shaky. Her body began to tremble, shivers running up her spine. Her eyes were burning... deep inside herself, she felt something new. A yearning? Lust? Desire? None of those words were right. Not even need fit. Something was in her... consuming her from the inside out... her arms and legs aching as adrenalin pumped through them, her breath short, her vision dimming. "...w-what... what have..." she managed to say.

"Lois?" A faux concerned look crossed Lex's face, doing nothing to blunt the smugness of his expression. "You don't look so healthy. Have you been taking care of yourself?" He began to move closer."

Lois knew she had to back up... or jump, or get out of there. Something was very, very wrong. But she couldn't... she couldn't figure out how to move as he got closer... closer... oh God she could smell him and it was so intense...

"Or... perhaps the question is... have you been taken care of? I have to assume your husband and that Kryptonian just aren't seeing to your basic needs. I hate to see that, Lois. I truly do." Lex slowly, methodically unbuttoned his suit coat, slid his hand up into his inside coat pocket, and withdrew a pair of purple nitrile gloves, which he began pulling onto his hands.

Lois felt her heart pounding harder and harder. It was hard to breathe, now. Hard to think. She couldn't seem to run, and her body was melting on the inside. The whole world seemed to be slowing down. She'd never seen... never felt anything so...

"But don't worry," Lex said, reaching slowly over, and unhooking the button holding Lois's lavender coat closed. The move, the undoing... it felt like a gunshot slamming through her stomach, leaving no damage but churning up chaos in its wake. Her face was bright red, now, and whatever was left of her vision was beginning to blur. "I'm not here to make you suffer. No no. Not at all, Lois. After all... like I've always said..." He stepped closer. "I'm here to help."

Lex's hands closed on Lois's arms, his grip sending shockwaves through overstressed nerve endings. It was like his hands were breaking through the thin ice of Lois's body -- but before she could figure out why Lex was yanking her forward, pressing her against his body, and God help her she molded there like she had no bones at all, her shirt pressed up against his... her face almost buried into his shoulder...

Lois **** herself to lean back, to try and find Lex's eyes with her own. "...what have you done to me...?" she managed to hiss, though she couldn't swear the words made any sense to anyone but herself.

"Now Lois," Lex said, his voice rumbling through his chest into her body like he had her nude and massaged every inch of her skin all at once oh God what was happening... "I only want to help. And you want my help so much, don't you? Here. Let's... see exactly what's happening..."

Lois felt herself whimpering as Lex's glove-clad hand slid down her back, over the black satin of her shirt, down to the pleated white skirt. She hissed again as his fingers slid over her buttock, tracing, the tips curling just enough to remind her that only two layers of fabric kept the man from invading her from behind...

And then... then his hand was down lower... on the back of her thigh... pulling and gathering fabric... until she felt the nitrile hit skin--

Lois shrieked, shuddering, the orgasm she so desperately needed suddenly flaring back up in her thoughts, so close at hand but she couldn't get there...

Lex's hand slid slowly... inexorably higher... and Lois felt her feet pushing up, onto tip-toe... her thighs parting a bit more... giving him access whether she... whether she...

His finger traced along the edge of her panty, where thigh became pelvis. He slid further in. "You're trembling," he whispered. "And... what is this? Wings? Oh, is this a... time of the month issue? That seems unlikely." She felt... felt his fingers teasing... pulling... felt the cellulose and cotton that had been wrapped around the band of her panties pulling against her oversensitive labia, everything so swollen, so engorged--

Lois shuddered, as the pad fell off and down, hitting the ground between her legs with a wet smack, and leaving thin cotton between the nitrile on Lex's finger and the one place she so desperately wanted (no didn't) him to touch...

And then... she felt it... felt the finger touch the underside of the panty, right where it covered her most sensitive center in a moment when her entire body was made out of chaos and explosion. And the orgasm seemed to flare inside her, like it was a monster hungry to break out of its cage and this was its chance, so close so close so close so close...

"So here it is, Lois," Lex whispered right into her ear, the trembling woman unable to move at all. "I'm going to give you a choice. You can either say 'stop,' and I will let you go and walk away, with nothing else said about this... or you can ask me to continue, and say please, and I will give you what you need so desperately you can't even see."

Lois's body was desparately trying to get air, gasping shallow breaths like she was trapped in a corset even though nothing was squeezing the air out of her. Her head was pounding -- pain, pleasure, who knew or cared. She couldn't remember why she was there or how she got there or anything but his finger his finger and she was... was...

"Well?" Lex hissed.

"...p-please..." she managed to **** out, barely able to tell it was her own voice.

And Lex smiled, even as he chuckled, and his finger began to stab and pull at her through the soaked cotton, and Lois felt every jab like... it... was... breaking... every... restraint...

Lex's other hand clamped behind Lois's head and drove her face back into the crook of his shoulder even as her body's muscles locked and spasmed and she screamed louder than she thought possible... her eyes tightly closed but light flashing like the worst migraine aura even as thunder and popcorn burst through her brain and a rush of sheer magma poured through her body out of her cunt and spine radiating into her stomach and legs and arms and back and....

Lois twisted in Lex's grip, screaming still, as her brain stopped being able to process the sheer over-stimulus that had just destroyed her nervous system for one horrifying, exalted instant in time...

Lex shoved Lois back, and she stumbled, hitting the back wall and falling forward, her hands barely managing to grab the back of one of the conference room chairs. A wave of exhaustion and pure warmth seemed to pour over her brain and down into her body, her muscles still spasming, her abdominal muscles sort and flexing, her brain and thoughts reeling like there was pure white light flowing through them and her breath still coming so fast... so exhausted and so warm and good with all the pain seeming to ripple out of her...

"What the Hell did you do to me?" she managed to gasp out, hoarsely. "D-did you **** me?"

"Oh, Lois -- I'm crushed. No, no toxicology report will show any unwarranted chemical in your body. I'm afraid all you're feeling is good old, natural endorphins and hormones. And you did seem to enjoy the moment..."

"...endorphins..." Lois shuddered again, brain floating and her body feeling removed. "Endorphins play on opioid receptors..." She shook her head -- had to... damn it would be so easy to let go. "Ramp them up beyond what a human body should... can... make it produce more..."

"Oh, you're good, Lois. I always said so." Lex walked around her, slowly.

"...it's like you just jacked me full of heroin," she spat.

"Mm. No court would agree, I'm sure. But even if it were true..." He reached out with his glove-covered hand, and took her shoulder from behind--

Lois seized for a moment, her nervous system rejecting and embracing the touch all at once, the burning hunger in the pit of her loins smoldering and rising back into another fire, her heart beginning to pound again. "W-what..."

Lex pulled her back, and slammed Lois up against the wall, whirling to press close to her. "If this were heroin, I'd hardly be content with shooting one needle into you." His hand slid over her side... down to her hip...

Lois shivered, eyes rolling back as thunderstorms tore through her nervous system, her body producing another cocktail of hormones beyond anything it was designed to be capable of. He wasn't teasing her, or pretending to work towards foreplay. He was just grabbing her, holding her there, feeling her legs open... sliding his hand between them on the front side now...

"--L-Lex..." she managed to whisper--

His hand slid up, cupping and palming her mons even as his lips clamped over her's, swallowing her sudden shriek as her body reacted. Her hips moved hard against his hand as he drove it and squeezed -- no art, no careful teasing, just pure mauling of her vulva and inner labia through the panties and pushing her into--

She screamed again as her brain was overwhelmed and her entire body seemed to explode into pure white fire, unable to see or hear or understand anything but the climax that was obliterating her senses and tearing apart her mind--

...the... the explosion burnt out... leaving only the husk of Lois... and then the tsunami of warmth and exhaustion and joy and ecstacy flooded over her. A runner's high to the fiftieth power sliding through her like nothing she'd ever felt, her body's opioid receptors all firing and the natural agonists that would bring her back down being restricted against all reason.

Lex lifted his head back, spit connecting their mouths for a long moment, eyes on her eyes.

Lois felt the soaked fabric of her panties being pulled... out... off... to the side... exposing her abused, swollen tissues...

The nitrile over Lex's fingers pushed up, onto the folds... _into _them... into her...

Lois felt the air leave her body, her eyes unable to look away from his. "...y-you..."

Lex began to piston upward with his hooked fingers, and Lois felt her body **** itself into another flush of sensation, her hips shuddering in a mockery of sex as she pressed and clamped and desperately tried to drive him in deeper, drive him in harder--

A third obliteration surged out from deep in Lois's body. It was like she wasn't even connected -- like she was watching her meat desperately orgasm so much more powerfully than she could begin to imagine... she could sense her thoughts breaking down, overwhelmed into overdose on her own hormones, produced and tailored by her overtortured body and having absolutely none of the chemical cues to block or blunt any of it.

...it's addiction... she thought in her depersonalized state. ...he's addicting me and he's the ****...

And then, overwhelmed by far too much... Lois stopped thinking about anything at all, sliding down the wall and onto the floor, shaking like she were in grand mal seizure.