We Can Rebuild Her Asshole. We Have The Technology.

Consciousness crept back by degrees. Lois became aware of a dry, steady beep-pause-beep-pause-beep. There was the cold presence of a needle in her arm, soft sheets beneath her back, head on a thin pillow. Naked, but covered by a kind of paper smock and sheets on top of that. Her ass...

Lois couldn't feel her ass. Couldn't feel anything below her waist. Tried to open her eyes but they were so heavy, the lids almost felt stuck. She felt a tube in her nose, taped to her face. Hospital smells, disinfectant and recycled air. People were talking.

"...tissue damage, the colon has been completely destroyed, but we've stopped the bleeding and pinched off the nerves. Normally we'd be looking at colostomy and months of physical therapy just for her to walk again, but we do have the resources to rebuild..."

An unfamiliar voice. Male, educated. A doctor, maybe.

"Will it be...sturdy enough? For, um...action?"

Supergirl's tones, that midwest accent she used to cover her Kryptonese, like a Kansas schoolgirl. The sound of it reminded Lois of the dreadful pounding she had taken, the sex-crazed superheroine pounding her butt with pelvis-shattering thrusts.

"Certainly. With the Kryptonian alloys from the Eradicator and new advancements in neural interface technology, we can completely rebuild her pelvic girdle...her anus will have a level of durability greater than that of even Superman! More sensitive, hygienic, and efficient, too. Look, I've prepared some preliminary designs..."

Lois let the voice fade as the talk went to anal grip strength, artificial muscle fibers, self-lubricating reservoirs, internal vibrating rings for added stimulation, optional channels to redirect semen to the vaginal canal. She tried to wiggle her big toe, but couldn't tell if it moved. The reporter wondered if this is what it would have been like, if she had fucked Superman. Would he have reacted the same way? What if he had cum inside of her? She pictured the wad of his semen spitting out of his cock like a bullet from a gun, ripping through her womb and ovaries, spraying against the far wall.

Maybe she had gotten off lucky.

"How soon can you prep her for surgery?" Supergirl's question cut through the reverie.

"The new bones, clonal tissues, and cybernetic colon should be ready within an hour. We'll let her rest until then. No need to have her conscious during the procedure."

"An um...how long will it take her to heal so that we could..."

"I'll be using a cellular regeneration matrix from the Eradicator probe to speed up recovery time. There might be some soreness, but if all goes well she should be ready for normal sexual relations by six A.M."

A small, warm hand touched the reporter's hand and squeezed it slightly.

"Oh good," Supergirl said. "Thank you so much, Dr. Hammond. I really don't know what I would do without her at this point."

Then the darkness closed in on Lois Lane, and she sank back into unconsciousness.