Positive Reinforcement

Straps tightened on the reporter's arms and legs. Motors whirred, forcing her legs painfully wide apart. Shifted her position so that Lex Luthor's semen was puddling down in her uterus.

"No," Lois Lane croaked as needles slid into her veins. She began to feel light-headed, and an artificial heat began to spread across her cheeks, her chest. Nipples rock hard of a sudden, her whole body alive and sensitive...and smirking down at her, the image of Lex Luthor.

"Not him. Please. Anyone...anyone else..."

A harsh buzz sounded. Lois craned her neck, and her body shudders as something like a mechanical scorpion's tail closed over her pussy. The little cup in place of its stinger clamped onto her clit. Breathe left her for a moment as the vacuum began, the sensitive nub of flesh sucking her clitoris to erection. Something slid into her defenseless pussy, soft and broad enough to stretch her little tunnel...and began to vibrate.

DO YOU LOVE BEING PREGNANT?

The screen flashed pink. Images flashed, too many and too fast to focus in on any of them. Eggs meeting sperm. Flat stomachs growing in time-lapsed progressions. Clips of pregnant women being brutally fucked, their milky tits swaying as cocks plunged into their holes. Pictures of Lois herself, as seen from overhead, naked. The pink flashes lingered in the reporter's vision, and she sort of relaxed into it, hips twitching as the vibration increased, her swollen clit filling the little cup, eyes relaxing...

"Yes..."

Lex Luthor's image appeared on screen. Lois closed her eyes against his smug smirk, her uterus felt like it was curling in on itself. She began to struggle against the restraints.

Small metal arms settled over her eyelids...and **** them open. Pinpricks in her inner arms as more **** were fed into her system. The vibrator in her cunt whined as it began to go faster, pumping gently in and out. Against her will, Lois could feel her body preparing itself for the inevitable.

DO YOU LOVE YOUR SPERM DONOR?

"No!" Lois yelled, even as her pussy clamped tight on the invader. Toes curled, and her clit was a hard, throbbing button, more sensitive than anywhere else in her life.

Lex Luthor's image slowly faded from the screen, into a field of pink spirals. Lois caught her breath, went limp in the device...then the montage began again. The vibrator's buzz shifted, slow at first, but growing in speed and intensity. The reporter's body responded like a violin stroked by a master, and every time she climaxed...every time...it was while staring at Lex Luthor's face.

The cycle went on for a long time. Unable to blink, Lois lost count of how many times she said "No." How many orgasms she was **** through. Yet she could feel the toll on her body, the damp spread of her pussy juice on the seat, the aching ring of bruised flesh around the base of her clitoris...and worse than that, each time his image appeared on screen, it was getting harder and harder to say "No." Until...