"Come Inside My Parlor..."

The reporter hoped that the dickgirl could see her smile. She was playing at being a spider, but she felt like a fly trapped in a web. A web she had crawled into of her own free will...

A finger gently booped Lois Lane's nose.

"You jest. But even as a joke, you have invited me in."

Lois felt her breath catch in her lungs as the swollen head of Blaze's cock slid inside the reporter's pussy. Angelica's hands cupped and gently squeezed the reporter's breasts. Blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, the reporter could do nothing. She felt almost powerless...but it was sort of reassuring, that Blaze had asked for permission. As the cock began to slide into the reporter's tight little hole, Lois knew that if she had said "no," there would have been absolutely nothing she could do to stop the dickgirl.

"It feels so good inside of you," Angelica moaned. "Such a tight cunt. You must work hard to keep your slit in such good condition. It makes me want to never leave."

"It's just because your cock is so fat," Lois joked again. The cock had plunged as deep inside of Lois as any prick had ever plunged, yet she felt uneasily that it wasn't Blaze's full length. The reporter couldn't feel the dickgirl's testicles press onto her ass...and that was worrying, somehow. What would she do if Angelica did decide to push her stupidly long dick all the way into her? Would it touch her womb? Lois had no desire to leave tonight with a bruised cervix.

Then the thin bubble of calm and reassurance burst.

"Hmm. Don't worry, Lois. I'll leave you a...little piece of myself to remember me by. A couple fluid ounces, at least."

Lois Lane stiffened. Suddenly, getting her cervix pounded wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Blaze had pulled out her dick until just the tip was inside the reporter, and now was slowly pushing it back inside the tight, wet channel. A queasy sensation filled the reporter's stomach as once again she felt like the dickgirl wasn't using all of her dick...and at any moment could plunge forward, to make the reporter gasp in pain as her pussy was pummeled mercilessly...and there was nothing she could do about it.

"You...want to cum in me?" Lois licked her lips. "I'm not sure I'm okay with that. I mean, I'm not really ready to have a baby."

"Oh, but you are." A hand moved down from the reporter's left breast to press against her stomach. The reporter yipped as something like a static shock passed through her. "In fact, you're ovulating. Today is a very dangerous day for you to take an unpredicted cock in your splendid cunt."

Something inside Lois Lane's stomach throbbed, a little glancing phantom pain, there and gone. She knew that it wasn't her ovaries releasing an egg. It wasn't possible to even feel that. A part of her tried to tell herself that it was just Angelica play-acting, that lots of people got off on these kind of roleplaying scenarios...even Lois could feel her heart race as fear and excitement built up inside of her, the slow plunge of that cock in and out of her now a genuine threat...but she wondered if maybe Blaze was going a little too far.

"You don't really want to knock me up," Lois said. "Just...promise me you'll cum outside, okay?"

"Oh sweetmeat...don't you remember how it was with Dracula? Once you invited him in, you were completely, utterly powerless," the reporter felt Blaze lean over her. She could smell the dickgirl's breath, traces of bourbon and strawberries. "I'll cum in this cunt as much as I damn well please."