Toyman Orders Lois Lane To Masturbate

"Touch your nipples," the voice said.

The reporter grimaced, but placed her hands on her breasts, so the fingers covered her nipples.

"Rub them," the voice said.

Lois grit her teeth and began to rub, gently, slowly. Clockwise with her right hand, anticlockwise with her left hand.

"Continue to rub for five minutes, and you earn five points," the voice told her.

On the wall, glowing red letters formed. 0:01. The reporter rubbed and watched the clock increment slowly.

Five minutes was a long time. Naked, by herself, Lois felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She knew someone was watching her. Maybe even recording her. Worse, it didn't take long before her nipples began to stiffen. The only thing she was glad about was that in this position, her nipples were mostly covered by her hands.

A minute passed. Two. Lois began to feel the heat in her shoulders and forearms. She was in good shape, and could probably keep this up for half an hour or more, if she had to.

How long can I rub my nipples? Lois wondered. The repetitive task had left her time for her mind to wander. If I really wanted to? I mean, I've never just stood around the apartment all day on a weekend and tried to rub myself. I wonder if they would get more sensitive, if I spent more time stimulating them? I always thought nipplegasms were just something that happened in bad porn, but maybe...

So her thoughts went. Off into little erotic byways. Utterly unaware of how Toyman's little cocktail had loosened her inhibitions, or how his sensors tracked the build-up and distribution of heat in her body...paying special attention to the sudden warmth between her legs.

The five-minute clock dinged. It shook Lois out of her reverie.

"Rub your vagina," the voice said. "For five minutes, and earn ten points."

The clock reset. Lois Lane hesitated, chewed her lower lip. That would be masturbating. Did she really want to masturbate for the unseen pervert that orchestrated all this? Then again, what else had she been doing for the last five minutes?

What the hell, the reporter thought, as her face burned with embarrassment, and lowered her right hand between her legs. Might as well get this over with.