HypnoPorn

The screens flicked into life—bright with a suffuse off-white glow, slightly pink at the edges. Lois looked at it. There seemed to be shapes in the solid wall of color, or a sort of movement...but she couldn't tell for sure. It was too fast.

The sun lamps against the walls began to heat up. Lois worried for a moment, but suddenly felt...good. All the aches, nausea, and fever she'd been experiencing vanished in moments as she soaked up the rays.

"You are taking part in a very special experiment." A neutral, artificial voice said through the speakers. "Do you like cocks?"

A penis flashed on the screen in front of Lois, so fast she almost missed it. She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see another penis disappear into the pinkish-white background. Something flickered in her peripheral vision again, and she turned...and the reporter got frustrated.

The lights continued to intensify, and though Lois knew she should start to feel the burn from the lamps, it felt no more than being out on a summer's day...albeit naked.

Images continued to flicker across the screens, though they were doing so more frequently and staying for longer—Lois could see them, wherever she looked in the room; even when she tried to avoid looking at them directly, the constant activity in her peripheral vision annoyed her. Finally, she closed her eyes.

Do you like cocks?

The voice echoed throughout the room, and began to layer on itself, the words overlapping, a constant low-level susurrus of barely-discernible noise from which words and phrases emerged.

...doyoulikecockslikecocksdoyoudocockslikeyoulikecocksdoyoulikecocks...

Lois opened her eyes. The pen—cocks—were almost a slideshow of images now, of all different sizes, colors, shapes. She watched them idly, and discerned a pattern. At the beginning of the cycle the cocks were soft, flaccid, hanging limply over the testicles, wrinkled little bags of skin. Then as it progressed the cocks grew erect, so slowly she could see each stage of arousal, the images like a series of flip-book animation, one after another growing longer, the head filling out as it swelled with bloog; the gentle, magnificent rise to hardness, the distinct curve of each penis as it stood proud at full size; and then the cycle began again...

...doyouLIKEcockslikeCOCKSdoyouDOcockslikeYOUlikecocksdoyouLIKEcocks...

She could almost distinguish a beat in the words now, a curious emphasis when the overlapping refrain synchronized for a moment. Lois no longer cared about her nudity, but moved around, but there was only the lamps and the screens, and the door was locked from the outside... The naked reporter looked back at the screen.

The cocks were erupting. White jets of cum erupted off-screen, to splatter somewhere off-screen. They were no longer still screens, but short video clips. She could see the veins pulse and throb, the play of the muscle underneath the skin. Cock after cock after cock came and came and came, and Lois herself began to feel a tingle in her pussy, nipples already hard...

The light was almost blinding now, but Lois felt...alive, almost burning with excess energy. Even the tinge of pleasant alcoholic haze had vanished. She felt better than she ever had in her life...but also incredibly horny.

...YOUlikeCOCKSyouDOlikeCOCKSyouLIKEcocksYOUcocksLIKE...

"Arousal response detected," the voice said, softly, over the audio stream. "Deploying initial test."

A panel disappeared from the ceiling, and a small arm began to descend. On the end of it was a chunk of crystal. Lois stared as a new light bathed the chamber.