Breeding Cow

They let her out of the crate, the dark and silent assassins. Never less than three of them. A meal was provided...fresh vegetables, fresh fish....and they watched her eat, slowly but ravenously. They took the dishes away when she was done with them, and Lois could already feel the movement of the ship, the hum of the engines.

Gently but firmly, they took the naked reporter by the arms and guided her to another room, paneled with wood, terribly hot. Water poured on hot stones. Steam filled the sauna...and Lois was laid down on a table as strong, knowing hands kneaded and caressed her soft, aching limbs. Her massive breasts pressed into the tabletop, and she almost gave a soft lowing sound as her milk was slowly squeezed out, so that when they flipped her over there were two puddles of milk beneath her.

When she was sweaty and exhausted, they pulled her forth...for a cold shower, and a warm, dry towel. Lois Lane was almost dead on her feet as they led her into what looked like a gynecologist's office...complete with a chair with stirrups.

There, Talia al Ghul waited.

"Feeling better?" The head of the assassins asked.

"I guess," Lois said, suddenly cold and aware of her nakedness.

"Sit in the chair, Lois Lane." Talia said.

"Why?"

"I have desired many children with my beloved—the Batman. Yet pregnancy would interfere with my duties. Hamper my abilities. I am in need of a surrogate. Someone strong, intelligent, yet...pliable. Your misfortunate has brought you here...but I offer you purpose. To become the surrogate mother of a new generation of dark knights."

Lois drew herself up to her full height. Her ridiculous cow-tits wobbled. They ached as though she needed another milking. Blaze's concoctions were still wrecking havoc with her body.

Talia held up one hand and pressed them against the reporter's lips.

"Before you say 'no'...think of the fate that has brought us together. Any other who would have bought you would have held you as a **** for their lusts. I have a need, you have the perfect form to fulfill that need. Sit in the chair, and you will be our honored guest...and begin a life of fulfillment that you would never have achieved as a mere journalist. There is so much you do not know of the secret histories of this world...things that I can show you. I know it is hard to understand, with the demon's **** destroying your brain, but even this damage can be mended, in time. You can still teach your children how to read...but only if you sit in that chair."