Anal Training

The hose left Lois Lane and she felt oddly...clean. Empty. The kind of good emptiness that comes after a long period of sickness, when there's nothing left. She doubted her colon had ever been as immaculate as it was right at this minute.

She was curious what they were going to do with it.

The head of her cock fell out of Lois Lane's mouth, and she watched oddly as the cock she had been sucking shrank away. It all seemed magical as the skin wrinkled and smoothed out...and then there was just her pussy, looking plump and flushed, but otherwise normal. The reporter knew that Red Kryptonite transformations didn't last long, but that seemed oddly fast...she licked her lips, tasted her own jizz.

It was real. It was there. Lois thought. So what happened, why did it...

The screen flashed pink. The thought ended as though Lois had hit a wall.

...upTheASSgettingButtFUCKEDcockInCOLONloveAnalSEX...

The reporter blinked, staring at the screen where a pink backside was being opened up by a big black finger, the well-lubed digit sliding along the pink rim of the asshole, teasing it open. She was breathing funny, heart thumping, and there was something inside of her...down there. With a moment of alarm, Lois realized her ass didn't hurt. But it was being penetrated, held open...and she had no memory of how that had happened.

She blinked, confused, not sure what to do.

The screen flashed pink.

...BUTTslutYouLOVEanalNeedFUCKEDupTheASStakeThatDICK...

On the screen, the black cock slipped into the white woman's asshole. Lois could see the pale pink line of the pussy, labia flapping gently as he pressed his chocolate pole inside of her, a little at a time, careful and loving, fingers sinking into the generous pink flesh. Behind her, the reporter could feel something hard slipping mechanically in and out of her well-lubed hole. Her buttocks didn't even flinch, well-accustomed to the movement, the repeated penetration feeling unnaturally unnatural.

Missing time, Lois realized, eyes still glued to the screen. How long was I out?

The screen flashed pink.

...CUMwithYourASStotalButtSLUTanAnalWHOREfuckYourASS...

Lois shuddered, asshole clenching against the pistoning invader. Her neglected pussy spasmed as the unfamiliar climax shook her frame, leaving her gasping, heart thumping, light-headed. On the screen, a woman's ass was squirming around the black dildo rhythmically fucking her hole. When the reporter realized what she was seeing, she relaxed, and let the cock pushing into her, riding out the last dregs of the orgasm.

Her whole body felt tired, achy, drenched with sweat. Curls of hair were plastered to her temples, nipples hard, ass...melting. She stretched her toes, wincing at the familiar pins-and-needles feeling. Lois knew she must have been out of it for...what? Minutes, hours? How long did it take getting constantly fucked in the ass before you came?

"I wish I knew," she whispered through dry lips.

In response a small plastic nipple pressed against her mouth and she sucked at it greedily, tasting something salty and sweet like Gatorade. On the screen, the dildo began to slow, and Lois could feel the artificial cock losing inertia within her, letting her ride out the last jittery peak of her climax. The constant audio stream began to ebb too, becoming almost inaudible. The reporter hung in place, watching herself on screen, wondering when it was going to come, how long she would be out this time...

...or if they were planning on something else.