Wait

Lois stood, arms spread, and waited. She didn't know if she was being watched. Didn't know what might be happening outside, with Maria. It was better for the moment to watch, and wait. Patience was often a reporter's best friend.

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.

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.

The light was almost blinding now, even with the goggles, but Lois felt...alive, almost burning with excess energy. Even the tinge of pleasant alcoholic haze had vanished.

There was a hum beneath her feet, and a high-pitched noise, like power lines during a storm. The floor rumbled...and Lois jumped, a little, when she heard the quiet hiss from behind her. The reporter turned to see a portion of the wall shift away, and a chair came out, sliding along a track set in the floor. A sort of padded recliner, like a dentist's chair, but more skeletal... and with an ominous hole in the seat.

"Sit."

The voice echoed through the room. Female, but with an artificial edge. Lois looked around, but there was no one there. Only the light, everywhere around her.

Lois sat. She sank down a little in the cushions. There was a kind of remote control, with buttons, attached to the right arm rest. Most of the buttons were small bubbles, illustrated with rectangles. There were no ideograms to show what they did, but Lois fiddled with the top row, and found she could adjust the angle of the recliner. She experimented with another button...and felt something smooth, poke her from underneath

The nude woman shifted, and looked down, into the hole in the chair. There was a dildo there. Smooth, silicone, stylized rather than realistic. Black and shiny.

"Relax."

The voice echoed in Lois' head, impossible to narrow down where it was coming from. The screens popped alive. A soft pink rectangle.

"Welcome to the White Room," the disembodied voice said. "A fully automated, interactive relaxation experience. Please enjoy your time."

Lois settled back into the chair, her ass shifted back, away from the hole. She played with the buttons again. The dildo rose, then fell back. Began to rotate, stopped. Began to vibrate, stopped. Then it began a pumping pattern, up and down between her thighs. She watched the black phallus slide between her thighs...closed her legs a bit, to feel the friction as it slid between them.

More buttons. The dildo...thickened. Lengthened. Not like a balloon, but as though the material itself would spread. Some kind of memory plastic, maybe. Lois had seen the LexCorp promo pieces for such things, at the Daily Planet. She fiddled with the length and girth...then accidentally hit the button for shape. The artificial dick seemed to shrink and swell, assuming the preset form of a human penis, hard and erect, gently curved. She pressed the buttons a few more times, and it shifted through a variety of styles, not all of them human. At one point, Lois laughed at a horse cock between her legs—it must have been as long as her forearm, and about as thick around at the base, the tip flared.

She laughed, then on impulse bent over and kissed the tip. It was soft—softer than she had thought—and slightly warm to the touch. It was covered in a thin sheen of lubricant that smelled musky, but tasted like strawberries.

Lois looked around. There was no one. No cameras either, that she could see. She was in here, with this, for however long...she smiled to herself, and adjusted the settings.

When she was finished, the dildo was human, uncut, about nine inches long, with a tapered head, and about two inches thick. Bigger than she normally liked, but all the playing about had made her wet. Lois carefully lowered it until the head was about even with the seat of the chair, then inched forward to position herself over it, and lowered her lips onto the head.

She pushed a button, and a slow pistoning began. In and out, not too fast, just about an inch. Lois bit her lip as it stretched her, just a little. Pressed a button, and gasped as it went a little deeper, to open her vaginal canal up more.

The pleasant warmth of her skin seemed to cover her entire body. She could feel the plug in her ass, and the dildo plunging in and out of her deeper and deeper. Lois had never been filled that way before—never even experimented with it. Her hips bucked a little in the seat, and her left hand found her clit even as her right set the dildo to vibrate.

Lois began to gasp as she could feel it building within her...the release getting closer and closer...the dildo was slamming into her now, the entire length wet with her juices as it pounded in and out of her slit, the vibration shaking through the walls of her pussy.

Then she looked up on screen. The pink field had been replaced by a medical camera. A soft pink tunnel, the perspective shifting up and down it in time with the mechanical thrusts of the dido. She could see the livid donut of her cervix there, the camera never quite reaching it.

It could be a pre-recorded image, she knew. Something worked up and played back, to entice customers. Lois hadn't seen any cameras on the shaft itself, when she had been playing with it between her legs. Yet part of her wanted to believe that she was staring at herself, from the inside, her most secret, innermost place...

A button on the remote shaped like a teardrop lit up, and began to pulse insistently.