When Lois Lane's Ass Breaks

The ring of muscle at the end of the human colon is strong...but even it has its limits. Especially for a woman who had been practically a virgin back there until not long ago, and who had been **** in quick succession to take a number of cocks. The constant friction and irritation, the strain on the muscle and surrounding tissues...

The anal fissure started as a slight tear. Lois Lane barely noticed the spike of pain as a particularly large cock thrust itself violently inside of her. Yet she knew something was wrong as it **** itself in and out, in and out, and every moment was suddenly agony, tears streamed down her eyes, and her whole body shook as her asshole felt inflamed, a white-hot ring of pain, her mind caving in as the hypnotic suggestions told her she wanted more cock and her own body told her, in no uncertain terms, that she had one cock too many.

The technicians stopped when they noticed the blood on the dick.

There was a hurrying around Lois. She was dimly aware of the cock pulling out. Of devices around her being disconnected. Smooth, gloved hands lifted the whimpering reporter up and onto a stretcher. Out of the room, and somewhere else in the same building...Lois felt cool air, tasted the hospital-smell of disinfectant.

Then she was on a table, and a pair of nurses held her cheeks apart as a powerful light burned against her bloody hole.

"She can't continue," a woman's voice said behind her, tired and weary. "This will take weeks to heal, naturally."

A man's voice, familiar, authoritative and commanding, answered. "We don't have weeks. We have hours." A pause. "Prep the Kryptonite."

"For what?" the woman's voice said.

"Manual insertion," the man's voice said, and Lois Lane's heart sank, because even through the pain she had finally recognized the voice of Lex Luthor.