End: Preparing The Harvester

The hum filled the room, and gooseflesh rose all over Lois Lane's body. The bed began to vibrate. Over the dome of her stomach, she caught sight of a large metallic device. Something that Lex Luthor was aiming at her gaping ass. Something so big that even as wide as the speculum had gone, Lois felt her quivering butthole strain to accommodate it.

Lois Lane had, at times, wondered what it would be like to experience a power tool converted into a sex toy. She had interviewed brawny women who worked in construction and used jackhammers, listened to their stories, and hadn't believed a word of it. Even when she watched videos online, hand-made adaptors that put dildos on handheld drills and the like, the reporter had been aware of the limitations of speed and power.

The human body could only take so much before it broke.

Metal screamed as the harvester scraped against the edges of the speculum. Pain ripped through Lois Lane's lower body. Something big pushed its way up her colon, crushing pussy and bladder. Piss leaked out of her urethra, and Lois couldn't even scream. The things in her guts began to wriggle.

The hum and vibration of the machine grew...and impaled on the device, unable to move, Lois Lane felt her bones shake. Her eyes couldn't sit still, the buzz of it invaded her skull. Punch-drunk as she was, the reporter could barely process the pain as the terrible tool dug even deeper into her body, its progress registerd only by the added pressure on her spine, the cold metal that leached the heat from her body, the pain as she felt like she was hollowed out.

Then it found the first of the things.

There was a whoomp. Suction. The reporter's ears popped as the pressure in the room suddenly changed.

Whoomp.

Her abdomen seemed to deflate, and every muscle in the reporter's body contracted. Panic set in. Unable to breathe. Eyes greying out at the edges.

Whoomp.

Something broke inside of Lois Lane. A deep pain she didn't know. A burning ache that became apparent as the harvester began to throttle down. As Lex Luthro withdrew it, part of her integument came with it. Indifferent to the reporter's suffering, the bald billionaire continued out...and with a burst of bright, fresh pain, Lois felt part of her colon dragged outside the busted sphincter, the broken speculum falling apart as her asshole inverted and prolapsed.

Lois lay stiffly on the bed, and shivered. Her existence had become pain.

Luthor ignored her as he packed up his equipment. He had his alien eggs. The incubator was of no more interest to him than a used condom. Almost as an afterthought, he undid the reporter's bonds. She would never forget the green eyes that drank in her sweat-dappled nudity, the deflated skin on her abdomen, the pink tube that emerged from her ass, which had begun to bleed.

The billionaire reached into a pocket and took out a bottle of pills. He pressed them in the reporter's hand.

"For the pain. If you need more...come see me. We'll work something out."

Then he turned and left. Lois Lane felt the tears leak from her eyes, lost as she was in pain, embarrassment, indignity. Slowly, achingly, her muscles unclenched. She sucked in air, her voice a choked sob. A part of her wanted to call Superman...someone. Her prolapsed asshole was the centerpiece of her personal hell, a public disclosure of how many bad choices Lois Lane had made on her night out.

In her right hand, the bottle of pills. Lois Lane grit her teeth, not sure whether to trust her body to any more of Luthor's science...but the only other option was to call someone. Admit to the terrible things that had happened to her tonight. If anyone would even believe her. After all, Lois had no evidence she'd actually been anally impregnated with alien eggs tonight. If she went to the emergency room, they'd assume she'd tried to stuff a bowling ball in her ass or something and was making up stories. Lois had covered enough of those, as a cub reporter. Big hit during the holidays, to read what people had stuffed up their asses over the year.

In a way, it was the cruelest thing that Lex Luthor could have done...to give her a choice.

So Lois Lane gripped the bottle, and wrestled with her decision. In her pain, and in her shame, until she could bear it no longer.

What she chose...and the ramifications of that choice...well, that's another story.