In The Cumdump's Ass

The words rebounded in the dickgirl's head as she pounded the cumbucket's rectum, riding it hard and fast, the woman beneath her squirming as her shithole got reamed out. Yet the louder and more insistent the orders came, the faster and rougher Lois Lane fucked the bitch moaning beneath her.

"No one," she huffed, feeling her hips slap hard into Diana Reynold's ass. "Tells me what to do!"

She bucked forward so hard the cum receptacle's knees collapsed, back slamming into the floor, breath shooting out of her mouth. Lois humped once, twice, and then buried her cock in to the root...and came.

The cumdump spasmed, whether in pain or orgasm the reporter didn't know and was beyond caring. All she cared about was the hot asshole squeezing down on her cock, the ropes of jizz she was shooting deep inside the woman's guts, and the blissful screams of the speakers as they realized how completely they had failed.

In the monitoring room, Lex Luthor frowned at the scene before him. The brainwashing had apparently completely failed. The newly enhanced reporter was totally outside of his control. That was unacceptable.

"The experiment is canceled," he announced, flipping a small plastic box marked with warning chevrons. There were two buttons there: green and red.

Mercy Graves, eyes locked on the scene, one hand between her legs, suddenly turned to see what her employer was doing.

"Sir...are you sure we can't salvage anything from this? I mean, the **** material alone..."

"...can be traced back to us too easily. No, we're going to wipe the records when we're done here. Once Miss Lane is removed, as far as anyone is concerned this whole night will have never happened."

The mad scientist's finger pressed the button.