Ask Her If She Wants More

"Did you like that? You like that you little cocksucking shemale slut?" Maria said. "Because it looks like you fucking loved it?"

Lois Lane, gasping for breath, could still taste her own cum. Could feel the stick slime of it in her throat. Feel her tongue sliding over her back teeth, not wanting to miss a solitary glob or drop.

"Yes," she panted. "I do."

"Readings, Isley?" Lex Luthor said, staring at the screen.

"As you suspected, Luthor." The redhead in the lab coat replied. "Similar brain activity to the first hit of crack cocaine. She may be literally addicted to cum now."

"Ah, but which cum?" Luthor said, steepling his fingers. "That is what we are here to find out."

He stared at the monitor as Maria led the dickgirl reporter out of the dressing room and into Staging Room 2.

Lois blinked, surprised at the small room that Maria had led her to. It was small, no more than ten feet long and five-foot wide, walls, ceiling and floor alike a featureless and sterile white, absolutely spotless and featureless...except for the recessed lamps overhead, and two holes in the wall, each about five inches in diameter.

Maria shut the door with a click. Lois turned to find the naked woman with the pierced nipples and the red-and-pink hair smiling at her. She had something in her hand, like a large jock strap made out of metal.

"What is that?" The reporter asked, trying not to flinch as Lois got closer.

"It's a chastity device designed for male pornstars. You are rather well-endowed now. It'll keep you from sucking your own cock."

Lois Lane blinked as she digested this bit of information.

"But I want to suck my own dick."

"And if you do good here, I'll help you with that, I promise," Maria said. "But you said you wanted more cum, right? And you're not hard any more anyway. So put this on and I'll get you some cocks to suck with as much yummy cum as you want."

The reporter licked her lips. She didn't like this...not at all. But she could feel herself begin to crave more jizz. For a moment she understood those addicts that reached automatically for another cigarette, another drink, another something...not even really out of conscious thought, but out of habitual need.

The chastity device consisted of a metal belt that cinched tight around her waist, and a strap that came up between her legs, with a cage that covered her cock. Since she didn't have balls, the cage was a bit roomy, and Lois snapped everything into place rather easily...just in time for Maria to lean forward and thread a simple combination lock through the final catch, locking the reporter in place.

"Now," Maria said, clapping her hands twice. "Which dick did you want?"

As if on cue, two penises, fully erect, pressed through the holes in the wall. The one on the left was perhaps seven inches long, black, with a purplish head. The one on the right was maybe six inches in length, but thicker, with pale skin that showed blue veins and a swollen mushroom tip.

Lois felt torn, not sure which to choose.