Strap-On

A slick black phallus, medical-grade silicone, eight inches long, jutted from the barmaid's crotch. Lois took note of the straps of the harness, the clear plastic bag that descended from the base like an IV bag, filled with a familiar grey-white fluid, the characters XXX stenciled on it in black; a small indentation at the tip was the only mark of the otherwise featureless pseudo-cock, which had a slight curve and smooth taper from the narrow tip down to the base.

The barmaid lined it up, let the tip just touch Lois' pucker. Then she froze.

"Tell me you want it." the barmaid looked serious. "All this time, I've been doing this for you. To you. What I want to know is—do you want this?"

The woman fell silent, and Lois panted. Her stomach gurgled, loud enough in the now quiet stall for both of them to hear it. She thought about the drinks she'd had, the sudden bout of nausea. The way Maria had touched her, how the syringe had felt when it had slipped inside and pressed her right there, and the gentle pressure of it right now, knocking on her back door...

She shouldn't be doing this, Lois knew. It was dangerous. Unprofessional. She had come here to work, for information. The reporter looked into those hazel eyes...the same eyes that had stared at her as she had cleaned her out...

"Yes." Lois whispered.

Maria didn't move. Didn't even smile. "Show me." she said.

Lois hesitated, confused, worked it out. Then she lifted herself up—just a little—off the seat, and began to shift her hips. Her anal passage was still lubed. Maria stayed stock-still, as Lois pushed back, and slowly impaled herself against the strap-on. Maria's hands fluttered over Lois' lower back, like a massage. A thumb rubbed at the crack of her ass, a palm slid over a hip, found purchase, but didn't pull.

It took time. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two, but Lois would push back, then relax to accommodate the new girth, as the strap-on grew wider near the base. Not much wider—a bit wider than the average cock, perhaps twice that of the nozzle of the syringe from earlier—but Lois knew not to hurt herself, and Maria didn't seem to be in any hurry. Finally, her anus full and stretched, Lois felt her ass cheeks brush against the smooth material of the harness. Felt the weirdly warm back that dangled beneath the barmaid's legs.

"Ah baby," Lois felt Maria lean over her, hands planted on the reporter's hips, her legs set apart in a wide stance. "Just for that, I'm going to give you a reward."

The fuck started slow, then picked up speed. Lois began to gasp as Maria's strong arms pulled the reporter on and off the strap on, the slick black silicone exposed and buried again and again. The weird bag sloshed and slapped against Lois' vulva with every thrust.

Lois had never orgasmed from anal before, but felt the peak build within her. Heat spread throughout her body, and her breath came in short gasps, but the nausea was gone as she concentrated on just the curved piston that slammed in and out of her ass, and Maria's soft grunts as she humped Lois harder, as that slick black rod hit just the right place inside her...

Maria slammed in to the hilt, then stopped. A familiar pressure built in her colon...but this time it was warm, and somewhat heavy. She could feel a liquid heat creep through her bowels, and almost lost balance. Lois held onto the walls of the stall to steady herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pressure no longer increased. Yet she could feel the heat spread throughout her lower body. Maria tapped her left ass-cheek, gently, and Lois looked behind her. The red-and-purple haired woman fiddled with the harness, and then stepped backwards—the black strap-on nowhere to be seen, replaced by a kind of metallic socket. The clear bag that dangled beneath Maria's legs was now empty.

"It doubles as a plug, to hold it in. Okay?" She asked. Lois nodded. "Okay," she said. Her voice was husky.

"You took it like a trooper, hun. Thank you." Maria bent over to plant a kiss on Lois' ass.

Downstairs

Secondary viral load delivered. Luthor watched the viral swarm flood through Lois lower gastrointestinal tract. Initial infection complete. Ready for phase two.

"Good," Luthor said. He leaned over to the microphone. "Maria. Get her cleaned up and bring her to the White Room. Mercy will take it from there."