Six Hours

Whum whum whum whum.

Minutes stretched into hours. The pistoning prick that pounded her pussy never stopped, never slowed, and continued to secrete a continues stream of lube. Confined in place by the manacles about her wrists and ankles, Lois Lane had no escape from the constant pussy pummelling.

Whum whum whum whum.

Penetration had never been enough for Lois. She'd had lovers and boyfriends who had jackhammered her cunny as if drilling for oil, and all she had felt was bored. Now, however, Lois couldn't reach her clit...and the dildo was rubbing against the plug in her ass through the thin skein of flesh between her vagina and colon. Maybe that was the extra little stimulation that Lois needed...

Whum whum whum whum.

Lois squirmed beneath the constant. Her guts shivered as the strange cocktail was absorbed, and a terrible heat filled her body. She began to writhe...to moan...not so much to escape, but because her skin felt so hot...and she couldn't reach her clit, her nipples, anything to help relieve her sexual stress...

Whum whum whum whum.

"Ah....ahaah!" Lois cried out, hot juice squirting out. Her pussy was flooded with the dildo's lubricant. The orgasm was a small one...unexpected...and it seemed to only whet Lois Lane's appetite. The heat had reached her head now, and she felt weirdly feverish, pulse throbbing in her temples, her heat beating wildly. Despite the fact that she had just cum, the anticipation was still building inside of her, cunt pulsing, ass clamping tight around the plug...

Whum whum whum whum.

"Aaaaaaaaghuhuhuhuhuh...." Lois Lane's scream of primal passion descended into heavy panting as her chest heaved, sucking in air. The orgasms were coming closer together all the time. It was a peculiar sort of hell. The more she came, the faster she came, and the constant stimulation of the pounding prick between her legs had become the center of her world. It was all she could think about, when she thank about anything, and her whole body ached, muscles strained from the continual climaxes. Even as she tried to hold off, the reporter's body stiffened and toes curled, fingers in a white-knuckle grip on the arms of the chair as she went over the edge again. "Aaaaaaagh!"

Whum whum whum whum.

"...a...a...a..." Lois Lane's eyes had rolled up in her head. She slumped on the throne, the prick continuing its eternal pussy demolition. The lips were red and swollen, drooling lubricant from slack lips. Her body shook and twitched as she came in her sleep, a tiny orgasm wracking her body ever thirty seconds.

A gloved hand wiped a lock of the dark hair that was pasted to the semi-conscious reporter's forehead. Peeled open one eyelid, and saw the pupil contract...but the eye did not track. Lois Lane had been broken, her mind turned inwards.

"Perfect," Lex Luthor said. "Time for your little upgrade"