Red Kryptonite (#43)

It was a red mineral, like bubbles covered in microcrystals captured in stone. The light around it took on a crimson haze, as it reflected and scattered the rays of the sun lamps. Lois felt a tingle sweep through her entire body—a pins-and-needles sensation that didn't seem to focus on anywhere in particular, and faded after a few moments.

Lois' heart sank as she realized what she was staring at, what it must be. The only question was...

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

"This is an experiment, Lane. That's what we're going to find out." Mercy's voice came through the speakers. "For right now, though, I want you to follow the instructions on the screen. I'm going to be asking you questions as you do that. If you follow the instructions, you will be out of here more quickly. If you do not, there will be a penalty. Understood?"

"Fine," Lois grumbled. On the screen flashed a nude three-dimensional model of a woman, pale red. Legs together, she bent down and touched her toes. Lois did likewise, surprised at the relative ease. Normally there was a sense of strain in her legs, but this time she felt...nothing. Must be the effects of the **** or the venom, she reasoned.

"Black cocks. What do you like about them?"

"Size." Lois said. Then she blushed. She had answered automatically, afraid of being punished again. On screen, the model of the woman transitioned into a kind of yoga pose: palms flat against the ground, looking straight ahead, butt off the ground, legs intertwined about the right arm. Way more advanced than anything Lois had ever tried, and she doubted she had either the upper body strength or flexibility to manage it...but the countdown started as she hesitated.

It was easier than Lois thought. She simply bent down like doing a push-up, then twisted her hips so her legs were to the side, keeping the balance of her weight beneath her hands. Lift one arm up long enough and... voila. The eight-angle pose.

"You like seeing big black cocks, Lane?"

"Yes," she said, forcing any trepidation out of her voice. She wasn't going to let Mercy Graves shame her. Lois Lane was a grown woman who could own up to her own sexual preferences.

"What about in real life?" Mercy continued.

"I'm sorry?" Lois replied. The model on the screen returned to a standing position, feet shoulder width apart. Lois gladly complied. It's pale red tongue, glowing, flicked out to touch the tip of its nose. Instinctively, Lois did likewise...and only wondered how as she felt the wet muscular organ on the fleshy end bit. That's...not possible...

"Have you ever had a black cock in real life?"

Lois did a quick review of her sexual partners, and brought her tongue back into her mouth.

"One or two." She admitted.

"Well-hung?"

"Above average, as I recall." She hesitated. "Not massive or anything. That's a myth."

"This next part requires some equipment." A circular portion of the floor retracted beneath Lois' feet. What emerged was a long, slender black rod about five or six inches long, like an electric toothbrush, connected with a hose. "This is a vaginal probe. We're having trouble getting deep core readings. I need you to insert this into yourself and hold it there." On screen, Lois saw the three-dimensional model perform the task. "Not too deep. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I...no." Lois said. "I'm not doing that. The questions are bed enough, but..."

"It's just us, Lane." Mercy said, as the counter flashed. "We need the data. You want to get out of here. I'm asking you to place it correctly so we can get some biometric data, not fuck yourself with it so Mr. Luthor and the lab boys can masturbate to it later. Don't make me use the green k again."

Begrudgingly, Lois followed the instructions on the screen. The rod was rubbery in texture, and thin as it was slipped in without much trouble. Convicts had smuggled larger toothbrushes.

"Placement is good. Would you describe yourself as a size queen?"

"No." She said. Yet her heart skipped a beat.

"Metrics are off there, Lane. You like big black cocks. Admit it." Lois could almost hear Mercy's smirk.

"Fine. I like big black cocks. I get off to big black cocks when I watch porn, I like to see them stretching out little pink pussies and assholes." A hint of irritation crept into Lois' voice. Fear was giving way to exasperation. She wanted this done with.

"What's the biggest thing you've ever had inside your vagina, Lane?"

Lois thought. The countdown started. She'd never had to think about her sexual experiences in these terms for, and it was agitating her. "Four...four fingers." she finished, somewhat lamely as the counter hit zero.

"Too late, Lane. There's a penalty for that. But one you might enjoy."