Lois Is Being Programmed To Be A Whore

My pussy is good.

It was such a simple, basic idea that floated suddenly to Lois Lane's mind. Her jaw ached, but she kept licking the pussy in front of her. Her own pussy felt stuffed full and tight, the cock pistoning deep in and out of her, but she kept squeezing and pushing back. Fucked fore and aft, the naked reporter felt as though she was finding things out about herself.

My pussy is worth every dollar.

It seemed self-evident now. Lois didn't know why she hadn't realized it before. She enjoyed sex. Her pussy was tight, her body was shapely and attractive. Wasn't that worth something? Men, women...they would both pay just to be with her. Why had she gone so long in her life without taking advantage of that? There were plenty of people who wanted to fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth...

I will give them whatever they pay for.

Lois was breathing hard now, on the edge of exhaustion. Hands were groping her tired body, helping to keep her in the rhythm. The longer she fucked, the more clear it all became. She should be getting paid for this...and what wouldn't she do for money, once she did cross that boundary? How much for anal? How much to lick another woman's ass? Two at a time, that had to be double...and the more the merrier...if they can afford it. She had been denying herself an entire revenue stream...

Everything has its price. Especially me.

Lois heard the clink of coins striking the floor, and her tired hands felt the hard metal disks beneath her fingers. She scrabbled after them, her body pushing itself to its limit as she struggled to satisfy her customers with her mouth and cunt.

I'm a whore, Lois said as the darkness closed in. The cock spent inside her and slipped out, limp and dripping. The cunt before her shuddered and spasmed, baptizing her face with its juice. Hands fell away and Lois half-collapsed onto her hoard of coins, unable to see them, but still able to count them. She waggled her ass in the air, inviting more customers.

I'm a whore, prostitute, sex worker, escort, cunt-for-hire...

Unconsciousness came to the newborn whore as she knelt protectively over her hoard. But the whispered programming did not stop.