End: Lois Lane Escapes...Or Does She?

The reporter pulled the sheet off the hospital bed and wrapped it around her in a makeshift toga. She left the kryptonite plug in her ass...not sure if she wouldn't do more damage trying to remove it than to leave it in...and then tried the door.

It was unlocked.

The wee hours of the morning are dead time in any hospital, even secret underground ones, and the nurse's station across from her room was empty. She walked over behind the desk. No pictures of friends or family, no little signs of someone actually working there; clean as if newly built. No phone or computer, either...but there was a fire evacuation map on the wall.

Lois Lane could feel the eyes of the cameras on every hallway, but there was nothing she could do about that. Once or twice she heard people walking, and quickly ducked into another room...all, thankfully, unoccupied. Guards on patrol. Nurses on shift. Lois swiftly moved from room to room, down the corridors, and tried to keep the route in her head. It was a bigger facility than she had anticipated...as if they were expecting more customers...

Near the fire exit, she found the locker room for the nurses, and helped herself to a spare set of scrubs and a worn pair of tennis shoes that were slightly too big for her feet, and discarded the toga. Then she was out the fire door...and back into Metropolis.

Getting home was less of an adventure. The yellow kryptonite was there with her every step of the way. It was less unpleasant than she had thought it would be; almost a comforting fullness. The reporter worried at herself, at how almost used to its presence she was getting. Lex Luthor had said that the yellow kryptonite would make her nerves grow as her ass healed...turn her into an anal slut. She tried to dismiss that idea...but it wouldn't go away.

By the time she reached her apartment, she was red-faced and sweating. Her knees trembled a little, and from more than just the exercise of a long walk. The spare key to her apartment was right where she left it, and Lois Lane's hand shook as she fit it into the lock. While she had lost a smartphone, the fake ID and cash in the wallet, at least she was free. There was only one last little detail to deal with.

In her bathroom, Lois Lane stripped out of her stolen clothes and stood naked before the mirror. She planted one leg up on te seat of the toilet, reached behind her...and yes, her fingers found the warm, smooth, facets of the kryptonite butt plug. Her nails found the edges. All she had to do was pull.

"Ah!" Lois gasped. Her left hand grabbed the sink to steady herself. Her eyes turned to the mirror, where she could see her reflection. Her face was flushed, pupils dilated. The reporter pulled a little harder...felt her ass stretch as the shoulders of the Kryptonite plug pushed at her anus from inside...and she trembled a little, not in pain...her ass didn't hurt at all...but she did feel...

The Joy of Anal Sex played out in her head. Her hand relaxed and the plug was sucked back into her ass. She pulled again, and her asshole began to stretch. In and out. Over and over. Rivulets of pussy juice ran down her legs, and the reporter gasped, utterly lost in playing with her own asshole. She leaned forward, so the edge of the sink pressed against her pussy...ground her sensitive clit as she pulled the plug in and out, in and out, a little more each time, her ass gaped wider and wider and then...and then...

A hot stream squirted from Lois Lane's pussy over the faucet. The plug slipped entirely out of her ass, the warm, wet weight of it in her hand, and Lois cried out, not a care in the world that the neighbors might hear her...and then she brought the yellow crystal, smooth and finely shaped, to rinse it off in the sink. The lessons from The Joy of Anal Sex played in her head as she sank down on the toilet, her ass super-sensitive...and tired and exhausted, the reporter closed her eyes and fell asleep right there.

Somewhere in the city, Lex Luthor smiled to himself. He had planted the seed...and Lois Lane and her curiosity had done the rest. The yellow kryptonite itself was inert, but as long as she thought it affected her, the reporter would fall deeper and deeper into the world of anal sex...and he could use that to his advantage.

"I hope you had a pleasant night out, Lois," Lex said. "Because when next we meet...your ass is mine!"

Yet that is another story.