Until Lois Is Fucked Stupid

...With each orgasm, your intellect decreases. At first you didn't notice, lost in the rut...

At some point in her instinctive fucking, though Lois Lane wasn't aware of when it actually changed, the solid string of words had shifted and flattened out. There was something else now, a different voice over the beat, dry and masculine, commanding...and she was responding to it.

...Every time you cum you get dumber and dumber. You are a dumb cum slut...

"I'm a dumb cum slut," Lois whispered, her swollen shafted stretching out her sloppy pussy as she humped the hole in space. She didn't know why she said it out loud, it just seemed...right. In fact, trying to think about anything was hard, a prickly pain crawling across the front of her head, like an ice cream headache.

It was much easier to not think. Just plunge her cock in and out, feeling the reciprocal shift as the prick moved in her pussy, fucking herself on autopilot. She couldn't remember how many times she had cum, but Lois knew she was still hard, that it was taking longer and longer between ejaculations.

...Nothing but a stupid cunt. Cunts don't think. They exist to fuck. You exist to fuck...

"I exist to fuck," The dickgirl reporter felt a little thrill go through her at the words. It was weird, a part of her knew what was being said and hated it, hated how true it was, but that just made it all the more taboo and exciting. She bit her lip and pumped harder, feeling another slow-simmering ejaculation building inside of her, aching cock in aching cunt, building up toward another familiar release.

...When you cum, the chemicals released damage your brain. You don't need it. You're excited about it. You want to get fucked stupid...

"Fucked stupid." Lois Lane shivered, hips moving faster now, pussy burning. The ice cream headache was spreading to the back of her head now, part of her screaming to stop, but she couldn't, wouldn't, didn't want to. It felt so wrong, the idea of fucking her own brain out, synaptic connections fizzing out in an orgasmic frenzy, but it just made her cock harder, her pussy wetter, her fucking a sloppy mess...

It was scary, the idea of causing permanent damage. Let maybe picking up an STD or getting pregnant, but worse, a thousand times worse. Lois had interviewed young whores who had suffered brain damage from ****, the way they'd slip into vacuous stares, utterly unable to comprehend, memory shot, attention span only focused on the next meal, the next cock, the next fix. Some of them were beautiful, in their own fucked-up way, drifting through life with cum dribbling down their thighs.

...Stupid slut. Stupid slut. Stupid stupid slut. Stupid stupid...

"Stoopid..." Lois felt the word drawn out as the cum exploded out of the tip of her dick. Little more than a dribble compared to her last couple of loads, internal reservoirs running on empty, a drop in her jizz-packed fuckhole. But she gasped at the exquisite explosion inside of her, pussy clamping down on the spurting dick, the sensitive head feeling raw, scraping against the much-abused tunnel, and her head, her head...

For a moment, the pain was intense. Instant migraine, vision suddenly going weird, the dickgirl unable to focus. Her whole scalp felt like ants were crawling along her skull...and then it left, almost as suddenly as it began. Her rutting slowed, pushing rope into her suddenly slack slit, her mind felt fuzzy around the edges, as though coming up from under anasthesia. Lois blinked, shook her head.

Someone else was talking now. Actually talking, not just a recording. The pink lights vanished and she blinked in the harsh white glare.