Very Stupid

"...need to run more tests. Neural activity is definitely down...like parts of her brain have just switched off. She's hovering at borderline levels, almost sleepwalking."

Lois Lane blinked. A man was talking. She didn't understand all the words he had just said. That felt...wrong somehow. Her head was still fuzzy, but she was aware of her body. Tired, exhausted, muscles trembling. Cock and pussy sore.

"We'd have to sit her down and do an intelligence test, and I'm not sure how that would work. I don't think she can read at this point, activity near language processing centers looks very low, her vocabulary might be down to 500 words..."

"Is it permanent?" A voice she knew. It was the voice from the tape. The dickgirl turned, saw a bald man in a suit. He had the most piercing green eyes.

"We just don't know. Might depend on how receptive she is to the stigmata effect. She should definitely be more compliant..." The other person was a woman in a lab coat. Red hair, glasses. Mousy. Lois was drawn to the slight swell of her tits beneath the coat. Wondered what they looked like.

"Let's test that out." The bald man said. "You. Step back."

Instinctively she stepped back. Her cock slipped out of her cunt, out of the portal, which closed with a whiff of air. She felt her soft prick dangling between her legs, pussy dripping.

"Good." He said. Lois blushed, smiled, assumed he was talking to her. "Come here."

Her legs were wobbly, stiff. Lois had been doing a standing fuck for so long...how long? She couldn't remember. It drifted away, the fuzzy feeling in her head swallowing it. Pretty green eyes...

When the dickgirl was an arm's length away, he told her:

"Suck my cock."

She sank down on her knees before him. Fingers fumbled with the fly of his dress pants, shaking. Eager. He had to help her at the end. But finally the pale pink worm slipped free, the purple head bulbous and wider than the shaft, like a mushroom. Lois brought her lips down to take it into her mouth.

"Mr. Luthor I...uh, I'll leave you..." The red-headed woman said, but he silenced her with a glance.

"You will stay right there, Miss Isley. We are gathering valuable data."

The cock was soft in Lois Lane's mouth, but it was growing harder, thicker, the bulbous head banging into her cheek. The dickgirl felt his warm hand pat her head, and her heart fluttered.

"Good girl," he muttered. "Very good."

Like the brainless bimbo she was, the former reporter slurped happily, glad to have something in her mouth. The whole world seemed to fade away as Lois focused on sucking his cock.