Epilogue: Bitchbreeder: The of Lois Lane

Arkham Asylum.

Lois Lane hadn't been there since before her...career change. it felt weird to be away from Amazon Island; she was unused to wearing normal clothes again...a custom dark pinstripe pants-suit and heels, specially tailored to hide her cock. She still felt a little trepidation walking through those hauls, despite the recent security upgrades. Batman led the way, with the new Warden Joan Leland bringing up the rear. Only one thing could have brought Lois here...

"Lex Luthor," Lois breathed as she saw the familiar bald head above the orange jumpsuit. She swallowed. "So you actually caught him. Can he...reverse it?"

"No," Batman growled. "Or so she claims."

Lois turned to look at him, but the Caped Crusader's face was impassive, unreadable. She turned back to the cell.

Lex Luthor was doing a book of crossword puzzles. In pen. She looked up and smiled.

The face was subtly different. The lips fuller, the eyes almost almond-shaped, the jaw less prominent. There were budding breasts, just visible on the orange jumpsuit that all the Arkham inmates wore. She smiled. It was a Cruella de Ville smile, nasty and smug.

"Luthor used a similar process on herself as was done to you. Full genetic recombination. It's what enabled her to hide from us for so long," the Dark Knight said. "And now, she wants to take part in the...amnesty program."

"Amnesty program?" Lois said.

"It was originally intended for rehabilitation. Female candidates would agree to act as surrogates in exchange for a reduced sentence. They would receive around the clock supervision and medical care, be placed on a strict diet, exercise, prenatal vitamins...everything to ensure delivery of a healthy child for a loving family." The Warden said, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Given inmate Luthor's intelligence, we could hardly deny the petition."

Anger, hot and bright, flared through Lois. Her hands balled into fists. "After what she did to me—to those other women—you want to knock her up and let her go?"

"Luthor is serving multiple consecutive life sentences," the Warden said. "She would have to be pregnant for virtually ten years to see a noticeable reduction in her sentences."

"And," Batman added. "Given the dangerous nature of his crimes, she has agreed to be placed into confinement for the duration of the insemination."

Lois blinked. "You're going to tie her down and let me fuck a baby into her?"

"As many times as you want," the Warden said. "She can hardly refuse. If she wants to do anything except die in prison, she'll need to successfully deliver multiple pregnancies for the next decade. We've already started her on the regimen of fertility **** to ensure ovulation. All you have to do is sign the paperwork."

The monster stirred in Lois Lane's pants. A smile bent her lips. "Where do I sign to make Lex Luthor my bitch?"

Batman stood next to Lois as they prepared Luthor for transport. Full straitjacket. Muzzle. There was actually a little trolley that the muscular orderlies strapped her into. All under the watchful eyes of the World's Greatest Detective.

"How are..." Lois wasn't sure how to ask.

"Batgirl gave birth two weeks ago. All of the others are on track. Healthy pregnancies. Keeping fit. Most are planning to return to patrols as soon as the doctors give them the okay. One or two are...considering having another. It's very easy to fall pregnant, right after you give birth. Hormones. Conditions are ripe."

The other inmates began to hoot and holler as Luthor was wheeled out of her cell and down the hall to the "privacy room" normally reserved for conjugal visits.

"I..I'm sorry..." Lois said.

"Don't be. They aren't," the Dark Knight nodded his head. "It wasn't your fault, Lois. You, and they, were being controlled. You should see Batgirl with her baby. She's so happy. Your daughter has your eyes. They're happy."

It felt like an apple was lodged in Lois Lane's throat. He walked her to the room.

Lex Luthor was still in the straitjacket. The room's bed had been replaced with a medical chair. The evil genius was being strapped down securely, legs placed in the stirrups and strapped and cuffed into place. Lois saw that the orange jumpsuit had been modified: the whole crotch could be exposed by a single flap, secured by velcro. One of the orderlies demonstrated how to raise or lower the chair using foot pedals.

The warden was there. She stood over Luthor's head. "Miss Luthor. By the terms of this agreement, you are about to be manually inseminated. The course of fertility treatments you have been on will have you ovulating. There is a high chance of your impregnation today. If you wish to decline the procedure, please shake your head now."

No movement.

"When the door is closed," the warden continued, "the procedure itself will not be recorded or monitored. You will not have another opportunity to refuse consent once the procedure begins. If you understand, please nod."

The bald head nodded. Lois could see the pale blue veins in the forehead, bulging against the surface. The warden made a note and walked to the door. She gave Lois a smile.

"She's all yours. Take as long as you like. Knock on the door when you're done, or if you need anything."

The reporter nodded, her stomach churning with sudden nervousness. No matter how many heroines and Amazons she had impregnated, it was still strange to think she was going to be locked in a room with Lex Luthor.

Batman was the last to leave. His expression was, as usual, unreadable.

"Lois?" he said, after a moment. "Don't be gentle."

Then the door closed and locked. Bolts slid into place. It was just Lois Lane and Lex Luthor. Those strange green eyes stared into hers from their confinement. Lois looked around the room. No cameras, as they had said. No windows.

"A part of me wants to think," the reporter said, as she took off her jacket. "That even now, you have some brilliant plan. That even getting captured was part of it."

She kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her pants. The custom underwear were silk panties, a little sleave covering the base of her cock, the fabric supportive to her swollen ballsack. A part of her swore that it had gotten bigger, after all of the purple ray treatments the Amazons had given it. Certainly, by the end of her stay she had been blowing bigger, more virile loads than ever before.

"Or maybe," Lois said. "You secretly wanted to be a bitch all along? Maybe all this was some sick, twisted sexual fantasy of yours. To turn yourself into a woman and get fucked and knocked up, like some Japanese hentai game."

The dickgirl undid the velcro straps. Lex's labia was as bald as her head. No hair on her legs or ass either. A perfect little vertical slit, with the dimple of the anus below like the point on an exclamation mark.

"I'd say you have no idea the pain you've caused me...or the other women I fucked when you gave me this," Lois stroked her dick. Batman had been kind enough to provide a dispenser of lube—marked with the ubiquitous bat logo—and Lois began to rub it on her swelling shaft. Using the foot pedals, she began to lower the chair, just to make sure Luthor got a good look at it.

"But to be honest, Lex, I think you know. You did it anyway. So now, I'm just a breeder, and the one they want me to breed is you." Lois pressed the pedal, and the table began to rise again. "And I'm going to do that, Lex. You're not going to leave this room until you're well and thoroughly impregnated. But before that..."

Lois lifted her foot and stepped forward. She saw the green eyes widen in alarm as her glans slid between those soft asscheeks and pressed against the virgin pucker.

"...I'm going to make you my prison bitch."

Cruelty did not come naturally to Lois Lane. She had to dig deep inside of herself and relive that pain of when she first came out from under Luthor's control. When she had been confronted with the full enormity of what she had done.

Then she drove that cock into Luthor's ass so hard that the bitch squealed through her muzzle.

The reporter's thumb jabbed down on the little clitoris, buried in its hood. Ground it in small circles as she pulled her cock out until only the head remained within that excruciatingly tight rectum, and slid it back in. Their eyes met, and Lois could see the pain there...and the understanding.

This would not be over slow, or easily.

The dickgirl worked steadily, her hips falling into the familiar pace, her balls swinging to slap against Luthor's ass, and her thumb kept working that little clit. No matter how smart Luthor was, she could not control her body, and Lois noted the color rising on the villain's cheeps, the little bumps where her nipples grew hard, the way her nostrils flared as her body began to heat up, the dark pupils in those green eyes dilating until Luthor closed them to shut out the sight of her. Lois could feel the load building inside her balls, but after long minutes of silent fucking, she decided to poke the bear.

"You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you bitch?"

The eyes shot open, venomous and angry.

"You'll be wide open after this. Drop the soap in the showers sometime...maybe the Joker will enjoy you now that you're not such a hard-ass."

The veins throbbed at Luthor's temples, and Lois felt the heat building up inside of her.

"Or maybe you want to save this hot little hole for me? Maybe that's what you wanted all along? Frankenstein dying to get fucked by his monster. How many times did you jerk your pathetic little pecker to your videos of me fucking some helpless cunt, wishing it was you all along?"

Even then, Luthor was too start to say anything, but Lois could tell the shot went home.

A moment before she was about to cum, Lois pulled out all the way—and caught the flash of blood on her dick. But she held onto her pain, her anger—and set the soiled cock against that pure, virginal labia.

"Time to get bred."

This time, she went slow, though the reporter could feel her load ready to boil forth. Her finger kept twiddling that now-erect clit, and despite herself, Luthor was squirming in the stirrups. Even though she knew this was coming, nothing could quite prepare her for her first cock.

Not that it was her first, Lois saw. No blood as her dick sank into this hole. Obviously, Luthor must have prepared herself before this...with her fingers, or a toy, or something. She hadn't wanted her first time to be interrupted by anything as trifling as a hymen.

Yet she had lost her virginity to Lois Lane anyway.

Lois grunted as her cock slapped into the fresh-fucked ass, and in almost the same moment she felt her seed burst through the length of her dick, the load pumping hard and deep into the unsullied pussy before her.

The dickgirl stood there for a while, letting it soak in, before pulling it out. There was a box of tissues nearby, and she wiped the blood and filth from her cock.

Then she reached for the bat-lube. The Dark Knight had been sure to give her a big bottle, and Lois saw no reason not to use it.

"You might be one of the most intelligent people in the world," Lois Lane said. "But when you agreed to this insemination procedure, did you see anything about a time limit?"

The green eyes widened, just a little.

"Because I have to tell you, after all the practice I've had, I can go all night. My personal best so far is ten loads before dawn." Lois gave a nasty smile. "But let's see if we can beat that."

She aimed the lubed-up cock back at Luthor's asshole.

By the time she was done, Lois Lane was exhausted, frazzled, and could barely walk. Luthor's velcro crotch flap was back in place, the green eyes sunk into dark sockets. Batman was there...though whether he had been there all the time, or had left on patrol and come back with dawn, Lois didn't know.

"Thirteen," Lois whispered hoarsely, and somewhat proudly. Then her eyes softened. "Do you think...I could see the baby?"

The Caped Crusader broke into a rare smile. "I think she would like that."