Ovipositor

The thing that rose up between Maria's legs wasn't a cock; it was a bulbous, baby-blue silicone sleeve ten inches long, with rough veins and soft ridges jutted from the barmaid's crotch, it's gaping slot leaking a clear fluid. Lois took note of the straps of the harness, the clear plastic bag that descended from the base like an IV bag, filled with what looked like clear, grey-white eggs.

The barmaid lined it up, let the tip just touch Lois' pucker. Then she froze.

"Tell me you want it." the barmaid looked serious. "All this time, I've been doing this for you. To you. What I want to know is—do you want this?"

The woman fell silent, and Lois panted. Her stomach gurgled, loud enough in the now quiet stall for both of them to hear it. She thought about the drinks she'd had, the sudden bout of nausea. The way Maria had touched her, how the syringe had felt when it had slipped inside and pressed her right there, and the gentle pressure of it right now, knocking on her back door...

She shouldn't be doing this, Lois knew. It was dangerous. Unprofessional. She had come here to work, for information. The reporter looked into those hazel eyes...the same eyes that had stared at her as she had cleaned her out...

"Yes." Lois whispered.

Maria didn't move. Didn't even smile. "Show me." she said.

Lois hesitated, confused, worked it out. Then she lifted herself up—just a little—off the seat, and began to shift her hips. Her anal passage was still lubed. Maria stayed stock-still, as Lois pushed back, tried to impaled herself against the slightly pointed tip. The ovipositor, however, was too soft.

Maria's hands fluttered over Lois' ass, and spread the cheeks apart. The reporter felt two thumbs slip inside her anal ring and...pull. Lois gasped at the weird feeling of cool air on the inside of her rectum, and the constant pressure of the thumbs. Maria cooed from behind her, thumbs not moving as Lois reflexively tried to tighten her sphincter. They stayed like that for almost a minute, as Lois slowly **** herself to relax.

Then she felt the tip of the thing at the mouth of her tunnel. Maria's hips shifted, to bring pressure to bear, and the soft silicone compressed—pressed—into the hole, until the tip was in. Maria slowly withdrew her thumbs, let Lois' asshole close in around the head.

It took time. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two, but Lois would push back, then relax to accommodate the new girth of the toy's curves. Maria stood still, to let her move at its own pace. It was hollow, which helped it compress, but the toy grew wider near the base. Not much wider—but Lois knew not to hurt herself, and Maria didn't seem to be in any hurry. Finally, her anus full and stretched, Lois felt Maria's hands on her ass cheeks. She looked over, and saw that had maybe six or seven inches of the thing inside of her.

"Ah baby," Lois felt Maria lean over her, hands planted on the reporter's hips, her legs set apart in a wide stance. "That's plenty. Just for that, I'm going to give you a reward."

Lois couldn't see what Maria was doing, exactly—but she felt it. The silicone tube in her ass seemed to swell, and the reporter gasped as it pushed her anal ring to a new diameter—then sighed as it shrunk again. Then it started again. It was like ben-wa balls, she imagined; the gentle and terrible pressure of being stretched, and then her sphincter would close down once more. After the third time, she felt...something...deep inside her gut. It wasn't pleasure, really, but a definite physical sensation...and Lois knew that Maria was depositing the "eggs" she had seen within her.

Lois had never orgasmed from anal before, but felt the peak build within her. Heat spread throughout her body, and her breath came in short gasps, but the nausea was gone as she concentrated on the eggs slowly being **** into her ass, and Maria's soft grunts as she softly humped Lois, pushing the eggs in deeper, one of the nubs on the tube rubbing just the right place inside her...

Maria began to pull out. There was a familiar pressure built in her colon...but this time it was somewhat heavy, and distinct. She could feel a liquid heat creep through her bowels, and almost lost balance. Lois held onto the walls of the stall to steady herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pressure no longer increased. Yet she could feel the heat spread throughout her lower body, as the "eggs" began to dissolve. Maria tapped her left ass-cheek, gently, and Lois looked behind her. The red-and-purple haired woman fiddled with the harness, and then stepped backwards—the silicone tube hung limp, dripping lube from it gaping mouth. The clear bag that dangled beneath Maria's legs was now empty. She held up something black, rubbery, and egg-shaped with a flared base.

"It's a plug, to hold it in. Okay?" She asked. Lois nodded. "Okay," she said. Her voice was husky. Maria pressed the black plug against Lois' hole, and she could almost feel it jostle against the "eggs" already inside of her.

"You took it like a trooper, hun. Thank you." Maria bent over to plant a kiss on Lois' ass.

Downstairs

Secondary viral load delivered. Luthor watched the viral swarm flood through Lois lower gastrointestinal tract as the eggs melted. Initial infection will be complete in approximately ten minutes.

"Good," Luthor said. He leaned over to the microphone. "Maria. Get her cleaned up and bring her to the White Room. Mercy will take it from there."