No! I Can't Be A Superbreeder

Something rebelled in Lois. She was already coming to terms with the idea of being pregnant—with John Henry Irons' black baby! It was absolutely impossible for her to even consider being more pregnant.

Lights flashed around her, but Lois closed her eyes and ignored them. The very act of rebellion had shaken her profoundly. She began to realize how strange and terrible the last hour or so had been...how strangely she'd been behaving. Had she really said and done all those things?

Yes, she admitted. I did. A part of me must have...must always have been curious about black cocks. About John Henry Irons in particular. I must have wanted him to impregnate me. Now that I am though...I need to think...

"Consent denial acknowledged."

"Behavior unacceptable."

"Beginning remedial training."

flash

Lois didn't like the sound of that. So she moved, almost without thought, throwing her naked body forward off of the chair...and finding, to her surprise, that there was nothing holding her down. She blinked and stared back at it...what had been the chair and computer terminal, morphed into some superscientific padded throne for her brainwashing and impregnation...but there were no restraints any more.

The reporter had been free to go at any time. She just hadn't realized it...or wanted it.

Tossing those thoughts out of her head, Lois hastily aimed herself at the door she had come in. She was thinking swiftly now, the plan coming together almost fully formed. Somewhere in this facility was John Henry Irons—the hero Steel—and she was going to find and rescue him. Together they would leave here...

flash

And he won't impregnate anyone else but me! Lois thought, ignoring the flash of pink light as she rounded a corridor.