End: Seven Times More

The trick to interrogation, Lois Lane knew, was to keep asking the same question. To wear the subject down. Until they ran out of lies and diversions. Until all they could think of was the one thing the interrogator wished to know. All that was left.

Three fingers plunged in and out of Maria's cunny. Then four. At the feel of the reporter's whole hand inside of her, Maria had strained against her bonds—yet Lois Lane knew her business far too well. She didn't stop, not when the cries of passion became cries of alarm. Just asked another question—and slipped another finger in around her wrist, to stretch that sweet slit a little wider.

Maybe it was the Crimson K that sent an erotic thrill down the reporter's spine at Maria's obvious distress. Normally, Lois Lane was so conservative in bed. It had been her upbringing. Her father had expected her to get married, have babies...it had taken a while growing up to see that sex could be just fun. To experiment a little. To overcome her hangups. Some bridges, however, had been a bit too far for Lois to cross. To actually engage in a lesbian relationship had been something the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had struggled with. Unable to embrace the idea, even if she admitted her occasional attraction to women.

Yet now, as Lois worked her hand in and out of this plump young woman's twat, Lois could see that was all bullshit. Cunts were meant to be spread and fucked. Tits and asses smacked. She wanted to feel the beat of Maria's heart through her pussy. Wanted to lick the juices off her own wrists. Give the bitch a preview of what it was like to give birth.

Seven fingers...eight...nine...

"Got any more Crimson K?" Lois asked for the seventh time.

"Please, I can't...I don't know...don't...don't put anything else in me..."

"Wrong answer, cunt," Lois Lane said. With a satisfied grin, the reporter pulled all nine fingers out until just the tips remained in the bound woman's splayed cunt. With sadistic glee, Lois put her hands together, thumbs folded on the inside—and pushed forward.

"I feel we should be stopping this," Mercy Graves said. as she stared at the screen in horror.

They had locked everyone else out of the room as Lois Lane engaged with Maria. Years of working for Lex Luthor had hardened Graves against most sights of wanton cruelty...but it was the utter joy and delight on the reporter's face that made her blood run cold. She couldn't believe that the crusading reporter could be in there, taking such delight as she pushed both hands into another woman's cunt, Maria's howls of pain like music to her ears.

"On the contrary," Lex Luthor said, his bald head shiny with sweat. "This is quite a successful test of Crimson K's potential. Look at her. A whole system of values inverted. Fascinating."

"W-what if Maria gets hurt?" Mercy said.

"She'll be compensated. In any event, we need to see how long this personality inversion last...and if it is habit-forming," Luthor said.

Mercy blinked, and repressed a shiver. She wondered if Luthor felt the way Lois Lane felt right now...except all the time.

"You think she'll come back for another session?" Mercy asked.

On the screen, Maria yowled. The reporter rubbed her wrists together inside of the bound woman's body. Lois Lane knelt down to lick the bottom of her victim's cunt.

"Oh yes," Luthor said, with a smile that was the mirror of Lois Lane's. "I think this is only the first of many nights out."