A Pill, A Sounding Rod...And Maybe A Cock

Maria's hands left Lois Lane's cock and ass...but only to grab the reporter's arms just above the elbows. As the young woman pulled back, the demonic reporter's crimson ass bumped into Maria's crotch. The scarlet schlong that stood erect from the reporter's body was thrust outward...and Aisha bent forward, her brown balls hanging between her heels, chocolate-colored cock once again hard.

A pink pill was held between her fingers. The reporter shook her horned head and struggled, her dick waving, spewing pre-cum as she sought to prevent what was about to happen. Except the transwoman grabbed the reporter's dick, her strangely changed eyes focused on Lois Lane's cock as she brought the pill up to Lois Lane's urethra...and pressed it in.

"Can't have you leaking now, can we?" Aisha purred as she used her fingers to push the tiny pill, already dissolving in the pre-cum, into the reporter's urethra.

Still lost in her unnatural heat, Lois Lane's face twisted in pain as her virgin urethra was stretched, the smooth sensitive tissues inside agitated by the sudden and unexpected intrusion going the wrong way down a one-way path. The reporter bucked her hips, but Maria was right behind her, the young woman unnaturally strong, her pubic hair tickling Lois Lane's bottom.

Then Aisha pulled something from her purse.

It looked, for a moment, like a stainless steel straw in some kind of single-use container. Then Aisha ripped the top off with her teeth, and Lois saw it had a smooth, rounded tip. Not hollow, but solid. And it was about eight inches long.

"You have to be careful with sounding," Aisha said absently. "Easy to get an infection. Don't want to tear anything. Scar tissue in the urethra makes it hard to piss straight. These one-use rods are great—sterilized and pre-lubricated. Ideal for stretching out little cockholes like yours."

The Black transwoman kept ahold of the packaging, so as not to touch the rod with her fingers. The moment the blunt tip of the rod touched the reporter's urethra, she wanted to scream. The lubricating fluid burned where it touched her sensitive inner channel.

Then slowly, Aisha pushed. Lois Lane was in a rictus of sexual tension and agony as the rod slid inside her prickhead—and pushed the dissolving DMN pill deeper into her urethra. Veins stood out on the reporter's dick, which throbbed stiffer and more painfully than before, an unnatural heat filled the reporter's fuckstick as the cold sounding rod pushed slowly deeper and deeper.

"When you take the whole thing," Aisha said, as her own cock hung rock-hard in the air. "I'm going to fuck that slutty ass of yours. Plug you up front and back. Get you nice and loose for the mistress..."