Black Kryptonite

The crystal was black, a deep lustrous ebony like jet, but polished as obsidian. Lois tried to remember what she could about black kryptonite—wasn't that something Supergirl had encountered once?—and then a tingle went through her body, a pins-and-needles sensation that didn't fade, but lingered, just under her skin.

A pain hit Lois behind the eyes...a pain that seemed to encompass her entire head. Thoughts and emotions raced through her mind. Stupid stupid! Self-recrimination and anger flared through her. Why the hell did she trust a supervillain? What's going to happen to me? she thought, fear suddenly striking her. No, this is nothing, I can get through this. Think of the power. The pretty pretty power. Lois looked up as the emotions warred inside her, trying to find something, anything to focus on...

...and ended up staring at the Star Sapphire on screen. On her crotch, the perfect folds of her cameltoe so clear, the blazing gem set just above her clitoris...the screen was cold and flat, a high definition pale imitation of the real thing, but as Lois pressed her fingers to her own cunt, she found she could focus a little better...the fear and anger were still there, like an insistent voice in her head, but if she could just focus on the gorgeous woman on the screen in front of her, she could will it back and away...

Two of Lois' fingers slipped into her canal, and she gave a little moan as she began to frig herself. The pain in her head was receding...not going away, but moving toward the back of her head. Lois bit her lip and started shoving her fingers in and out of herself faster, harder, eyes glued to the screen. The pain gone down to a dull ache but it was spreading, down along her spine, and spreading from there, accompanied by a kind of numbness...

Lois' other hand found her clit and began to rub it as she continued to fuck herself, slipping a third finger into her dripping muff. The woman was her world now, and she could see those bare breasts, the nipples taut against the impossibly thin energy field that served as a uniform...she remembered how Carol Ferris had looked as a Star Sapphire...dressed as a stripper, with the power of a demigod of love...

At first, Lois thought it was her orgasm starting. There was such a sense of building anticipation, and then a terrible tenseness that seized her entire body, fingers buried in her cunt, pressing against her clit...but it was something more profound. The pain and numbness at her back contracted, the voices in her head silenced and there was a general sense of...release.

Then her orgasm came, all the dark emotions and pain that had been distracting her suddenly gone, it ripped through Lois with a sudden terrific surge, her vagina clamping down on her fingers so hard it hurt.

She fell to her knees, legs suddenly weak...

"You slut." Lois heard herself say...and looked behind her to see...her.

It was Lois Lane, standing there. Nude and trying to cover herself, face contorted in anger, fear, lips drawn back in a snarl.

"Th-this is all your fault..." the other Lois's fingers curled into her palm, forming fists. "...being led around by your cunt." The clone spat.

Then a new light illuminated the White Room, and both Loises heard someone....or some thing...speaking.