Overhearing The Terms Of Her Sale

"Is she ready for transport?" A man's voice, deep and sonorous.

"We don't know if the programming is set yet," Lex Luthor answered. "She's responding well, better than the others, but I'd like some more time."

"Time is not something I have much of, Luthor," the first speaker said. "I have clients that want a black cock anal slut. How much to have her ready in an hour?"

"If we're talking U. S. dollars..." Lex named a figure.

Lois Lane heard all this, but she couldn't stop. Her ass burned as she bounced up and down on the cock. Sweat dripped off of her body, and someone pressed the nipple of a bottle to her mouth.

SUCK

Her lips closed around the nipple as the imperious voice rang through her head. The reporter automatically hollowed her cheeks as she gulped down the contents of the bottle. Cool, salty, like melting ice cubes, but metallic, medicinal in flavor. Not water, or at least not entirely water.

STOP

The reporter's whole body ground to a halt. She panted, her ass on fire, body drenched in sweat and she shook like she did after a marathon. Her muscles ached, but it was nothing compared to how violated her ass felt. The reporter's pussy twitched and dripped, her anal muscles, still impaled on the black cock, spasmed.

Gloved hands gripped her and pulled Lois forward and off. The reporter hissed as a needle found the muscle of her left arm. Her head hung low and limp, dark hair in front of her face prevented her from seeing anything except the shoes of two men in front of her. Something began to slide, hot and runny, out of her violated asshole.

"Transfer confirmed. A pleasure doing business with you," Lex said. "She's all yours."

"A pleasure doing business with you again, Luthor," the man who had bought Lois said. "I have great plans for this one."

The **** kicked in. Darkness narrowed Lois Lane's vision to a bare tunnel, and her body went limp. Strange, terrible words seemed to echo in her head, pink flashes that made it so hard to think...her mouth tasted metallic and cold, tongue thick. A brown hand with a pink palm slid down to cup her chin, one great brown thumb pressed against her lips...

Normally, Lois would have bitten the offending thumb off. Instead, her lips wrapped around it, sucked it eagerly, disappointed it wasn't the tip of a black cock.

"Yes, she will do very well."