Targeted Attraction Training

Lois Lane heard things move, though she didn't see them. Cold metal circled the base of her flaccid cock. Something small, hard, and cold and wet brushed against her ass, and then slipped in. She squirmed slightly uncomfortably, both from the intrusion and the sense of restriction. The naked dickgirl sipped at the straw, eyes lost in the field of pink...

An image emerged. A symbol. The familiar S-shield. Lois smiled.

An electric pulse went up from the ball buried in her ass, and her cock became momentarily, shockingly hard. Lois gasped as her muscles convulsed, pain warring with a sudden flood of endorphins.

The shield faded. The shock ended. Lois was left panting, rigid erection dying by degrees.

An image flashed on screen—the S-shield again, this time draped across a pair of breasts. Supergirl, of course, though the image cut off her head, showcasing only the symbol over those small tits. Once again, the pulse went out, and this time it seemed to go longer. Lois felt herself on the verge of cumming, staring at the Kryptonian emblem and the breasts underneath.

The image faded. The current abated. There was a sore spot in her ass know, where the metal ball touched the flesh. the ring was too tight on the base of her cock, blood flowing out of it too slowly.

A new image flashed up...the familiar star-spangled shorts that Wonder Woman wore...and Lois braced herself for the pulse. But nothing happened. She counted to ten in her mind, cock slowly deflating. She got to twenty when the image faded back to pink.

That became the dickgirl's universe, for a timeless time. Images would flash on screen, random superheroes and villains, sometimes intermixed with more traditional pornography. Every time Lois waited for the throbbing pulse, but it was only administered when the image included that characteristic Kryptonian emblem. Superman, Supergirl, Superboy, even the hero Steel...it was maddening, the metal ring not allowing her cock to properly deflate, the pulse only providing stimulation when one of the Super-people appeared on screen.

Cum was building up inside of her. A massive load. Yet she couldn't release it. Lois had begun to grit her teeth and shift her ass, hoping for some more stimulation...and the metal ring around her cock, as if sensing the motion, cinched tighter.

Lois hissed in sexual frustration...and then it began.

Clips from pornography, in rapid succession. And each one, though only a few seconds long, showcased a bit of flesh with the S-shield tattooed prominently. On a shoulder, at the base of a penis, above a woman's crotch as though pointing to the pussy...

The pulse began and Lois wanted to scream as the electrical current ran through her cock. The metal ring loosened, just a little, and almost instantly Lois could feel herself cum, a hot spurt of white jism arcing through the air. Her eyes burned, but she dared not blink, glad to at last be blowing her load.

Thirty seconds, and the porn shifted to something else. Without the S-shield, the ring clamped tight once again, the pulse ended. Lois Lane's hands dug into the arms of the chair, feeling a pins-and-needles sensation inside of her crotch, wondering if this is what blue balls felt like.

This phase seemed to last longer. Thirty seconds of ejaculation, minutes of pointless porn. Lois began panting, **** for the few moments of release. The porn changed in response. Split screens, the S-shield on one side, POV shots of women taking cock in another. Every one of them, the dickgirl noticed, ended in a creampie, pussies of all descriptions ending up dripping with seed.

In the haze of lust and pain, Lois lost track of time...and everything else. It was something she had experienced a few times, mainly as a teenager on those rare occasions when she had the house to herself and unfettered internet access. The compulsive clicking through porn galleries or sex story websites, rubbing her pussy with her fingers, always searching for that next, more intense image.

Her seed burst out of her in long ropes at a clip from a superhero parody film, the false-Supergirl on screen in the cheap lycra costume getting railed, and realized, dimly, that the ball in her ass wasn't pulsing.

The screen changed, to some generic interracial porn. The ring around the base of her cock didn't clamp tight; she simply stopped ejaculating, muscles bunching, holding her load instinctively for the next time. Confusion swam through Lois, aware of herself doing these things, but not of any conscious decision on her part to do them.

It was simply...like she had been programmed to respond this way.

Muscles aching, sweaty and grimy, Lois sipped at the straw.

What is happening to me? she wondered, as the images faded into a sea of pink.

"Stage two response successful. Moving on to stage three."

A doubt hung heavy in Lois Lane's heart.

Who and what will I be at the end of stage three?