Reinforcement Treatment

The chair shifted. Lois Lane found herself lifted and turned around, her hips raised, so that John Henry Iron's potent sperm flowed down toward her cervix. A kind of helmet seemed to close around her head, a screen that completely cut off her vision with a swirling cloud of pink pixels, headphones that canceled out all outside sound.

An hour before, the reporter would have been concerned about the possibility of pregnancy, her thoughts turned to morning-after pills and possibly even abortion, but now...if she had to admit it to herself...she was excited by the idea. Of pushing a dark cafe-au-lait baby out of her pussy, no matter what anyone else might think...race was just a social construct, after all...

A clip began playing, overlaid in Lois' vision. It was her, getting fucked by John Henry Irons. Some hidden camera had captured her face as the chocolate dick had spread her pussy nice and wide, pushing in deep. Lois felt some press gently against her clit, something hard. It began to vibrate.

Lois relaxed, letting the rumble pass through her pelvis, enjoying the show...

With a pink flash, the screen changed. A white dick was on screen, large but limp. The vibration stopped. Lois stared at the screen, confused. She had just been getting into the groove of things. Her body, getting excited, began to calm down.

A pink flash. Lois saw the clip of her and John Henry Irons again. This time, though, it was the camera angle from his crotch, so she could watch the black cock spread open her pink pussy lips. The vibrations started up again, more intense this time, and Lois began to get in the mood again.

Several minutes later, as Lois was beginning to feel like she might climax, the screen flashed pink again, the vibration cut off. Another white cock, hard and erect this time. Lois set her teeth in frustration, waiting for it to change, wanting to get off...

The cycle continued. Every time the black cock appeared on screen the stimulation would resume, often increase. Lois found herself moving her hips, grinding against the buzzer, searching for release...but as soon as she got close, the screen would switch back to some other dick, and she would be left frustrated, waiting impatiently, unable to get off.

Lois started working faster, as soon as John Henry Iron's cock appeared on screen, grinding her pussy against the buzzing vibrator before it even started. She got so good at it, sometimes she was able to bring herself to a small climax just before the screen changed. The pleasant aftermath of those stolen orgasms burned in her during the long period of staring at flaccid white cocks that followed.

It lasted for what felt like forever. Sometimes, a tube would poke at her lips, dribbling water or some sweet syrup. Whenever she wrapped her mouth around it, the screen would shift to a point-of-view of a woman performing fellatio. Lois would move her lips in time as though sucking a little cock. When it was black, the juice was sweet and a little sticky. When it was white, it was water, utterly tasteless.

In time, Lois lost track of her stolen orgasms. Would wrap her lips automatically around the tube when it appeared. Stopped noticing the vibrator had long since stopped, and she was rubbing herself against it whenever John Henry Iron's cock appeared on screen again, even though her pussy felt sore and raw.

Lois didn't know how much longer it might have lasted, but it was cut short when someone lifted the helmet off of her head. She blinked at the suddenly bright light, squinting up at her rescuer... The very concerned face of a very naked John Henry Irons.

Her eyes automatically dropped to his cock. It was limp, but achingly familiar. Lois felt she could draw out every curve of every vein by memory. Her mouth began to salivate.

"Lois, we have to go." His warm black hands slid between her body and the chair, half-lifting her off of it, the floor cold under her bare feet. "I'm sorry you had to endure the programming, but it took time for me to get out of the cell—"

The reporter heard the words, but all she could see was that great black dick, swinging freely between the powerfully-muscled thighs, her body shivering in automatic response.