Free Her

There was a sudden click, and a descending tone of power loss. The pink lights blipped out of existence, and Lois Lane blinked rapidly. Strong hands were working at the restraints on her arms and legs, popping them open one by one. The reporter shook her head to clear it, suddenly very aware of her nakedness, the pain in her right side...and the hard cock bobbing just above her very wet pussy.

"Still with me, Miss Lane?"

John Henry Irons moved the screen aside so she could see his face. The look was...concerned. She accepted his hand as she stumbled out of the machine, thighs suddenly burning, knees weak. The reporter noticed he had a strange metal object in his hand, almost hidden in his big brown fist.

"I think you can call me Lois now, John." She laid a hand on her stomach. "Considering the circumstances. What's that?"

Somewhere, a klaxon began to sound. The black man turned his head, and Lois noticed he was still very, very hard. Grabbing her wrist with one strong hand, he pulled her toward a corner of the room and began to press against the wall—which shifted aside, revealing a passageway.

"Sonic screwdriver. C'mon," he guided her into the passage, then closed the door behind them.

The passageway was cool, a bit narrow, and was only eliminated by a strip of emergency lights on the floor. Good enough to find your way, but not much else.

"John...what's going on?" Lois asked, as she followed his lead down the passageway. Naked as he was, she couldn't help but admire the firm muscles of his broad back, his buttocks...

"You've probably figured part of it out yourself." His voice was grim. "Luthor has some scheme cooked up—testing new fertility technologies on unsuspecting women. They use some kind of indoctrination program on the women—the men are just paid for their trouble. Double what you might normally get for a sperm donation." John Henry Irons let out a chuckle at that. "I came in undercover, smuggled the screwdriver in the, ah, usual place...but when I saw you, I knew I had to get you out of there."

It made sense to Lois. Skip animal trials and all the red tape, go straight to human testing...who would notice a few extra pregnancies in the college crowd? But there was one thing the reporter didn't get.

"You...could have gotten me out at any time, couldn't you."

He paused, and she ran into his broad back, her tits pressing up against his warm flesh.

"I..." the black superhero started, then paused, took a breath, and his head dipped below his shoulders. "I had to make love to you. Just once."