Enema and Brainwashing

The first jolt of cold water against Lois Lane's backside caused a shout of alarm from Lois Lane.

As Lois Lane shouted for help, the walls of the toilet stall grew, reaching ceiling and floor, the gaps between the door and the frame disappearing. Too late, the reporter realized how completely she had been trapped. In desperation, she tried to pry herself off of the seat, but her backside would not move—though she would have gladly ripped herself free at the cost of some skin, the trap was more subtle than that, and Lois found her muscles would not shift to her command, and there was no leverage for her arms or legs.

Unable to escape, the reporter's anus was an unmoving target, and the fountain of cold water, more intense than that of any bidet, struck the reporter's asshole without mercy. Lois could only sit there and endure the ****.

Slowly, the wall between Lois Lane and Luma Lynai grew transparent...and the two women saw themselves, trapped in the same manner. The reporter noted that the alien woman's dress was hanging off of her in stringy threads, the fabric melting as though subject to some intense heat, and Lois knew her own pants and undergarments had fallen to pieces.

The pressure of the cold water, so chilly now that it stung, continued to increase. Lois grit her teeth, squirming as much as she could, but a feeling of utter helplessness came over her...and then she felt something solid and wet touch her backside. Lois shouted as something small and flexible slithered inside her cold-numbed asshole...and the cold water poured inside her anus, a chill running through her body.

Beside her, Lois could see that Luma Lynai was similarly afflicted, though she suffered in silence, hands balled into fists on her knees, breasts popping out of her dress as the fabric disintegrated off of her body.

On the doors before them, a video image swam into view...the dark face of a man with a goatee and mustache, with deep lines and hard, uncaring eyes beneath bushy brows, though his hair was cropped short, in what Lois Lane would have called a high-and-tight military cut.

"Zod!" Luma Lynai said, her voice full of terrible emotion...and Lois was surprised she could still hear the other woman, with the solid wall between them. The reporter reached out to touch the clear barrier...and her hand went straight through the space where it should have been, not stopping until it touched the blonde woman's bare arm...and at the shock of that touch, Luma turned to stare at her.

They were trapped together.

"Welcome, fools," Zod said. "You have stumbled into my power...and I have a use for such women as you. Once you have been properly...conditioned."

The light in the conjoined stall began to blink, flickering between pink and darkness, strobing swiftly and terribly. The "screen" before them extended, the visage of Zod fading out as swirling geometric figures moved over every surface...and a voice, no two voices, so similar to Lois and Luma's as to be almost identical, began to murmur, over and over, in strange rhythms a terrible mantra.

...KNEELBEFOREZODKNEELBEFOREZODBITCHESKNEELBEFOREZOD...

Assaulted inside and out, water flushing her colon, Lois shut her eyes and groped blindly in Luma's direction...and felt a measure of relief when the blonde grabbed her hand, their fingers twining as they endured the strange and terrible ****.