A Tongue

Something wet squirmed against Lois' back door. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bit it, just hard enough so the pain would distract her from the squishy muscle that was twirling around the rim of her asshole.

Just relax, Lois. She told herself. Play dead. They want a response out of you. They want you to...oh that feels weird...

The tongue wasn't just licking her sphincter. The blunt tip was digging into the edges of her anus, pressing against the sides of her backdoor, testing and tasting every fold and crease in her browneye.

Okay, so it's a little weird. No different than using a wet wipe though, right? Or a soft sponge during a shower. I can handle this. Just hold on and they'll get bored, take a break...then maybe I can esc—

Thumbs edged their way closer, until they met, just on either side of her asshole...and dug in and pulled apart. Lois didn't squeal, but only because she had the base of her thumb jammed into her mouth, biting down as she felt warm breath blowing on her internal anatomy.

"Weak spot, huh? Bet you've never had your ass really eaten out." The voice echoed down the tunnel. "Fortunately for you, I'm a pro."

Don't clench don't clench don't clench oh sh—

There was a hawk and a spit. Something warm and wet landed inside of Lois. The thumbs moved up and down, never easing back from prying her asshole open.

Lips pressed against her anus in a weird, sloppy kiss. Teeth pressed against Lois' asshole, hard and a bit sharp. Not enough to break the skin, but the reporter could feel her body tense up, and the harder she tried to relax, the tenser parts of it seemed to get.

Then the teeth parted, and the tongue slipped into Lois' open asshole.

Lois had tongues in her mouth. Men had given her oral sex. She had played...very slightly, on her own...with sticking a well-lubed finger up her butt. A strange tongue exploring her colon, running around the edges of her internal anatomy, was weird, but the reporter told herself...

This is nothing I can't handle. It's not like I'm going to orgasm or anything. If anything my pussy is feeling neglected.

Which was true. She could feel a familiar tingle in her pussy, which was only getting warmed up by the earlier fuck when her lov—**** had switched tactics. Lois flushed, and was obscurely glad her assailant couldn't see her face grow beet red. This wasn't her lover. She wasn't a willing participant in this. Just some ass-enthusiast, **** her butt with their tongue...

...and taking their sweet time with it. The reporter finished grimly.

Lois focused on her breathing, keeping calm, keeping limp. The lip of the tunnel was digging in to her stomach. Whole minutes were passing by, and the tongue was still there, swirling around and around inside of her, then pushing deep, then withdrawing, tongue-fucking her anus without let up...and it just kept going.

After maybe ten minutes, Lois felt her conscious attempts to relax give way to a more natural relaxation. Her asshole felt warm, wet, and sloppy; the sphincter wasn't trying to close automatically on its own any more. Worse, the itch inside her pussy was growing worse. The reporter wanted to squirm, and yet knew that was the last thing she should do.

They can't lick my asshole forever. She reasoned, and hoped her legs weren't going numb. Pretty soon the tongue has to get tired or...switch up...or something.

But the lips remained locked on Lois' anus, tongue probing deep, swirling, pulling back, deep again, a slow rhythmic assfuck that was...doing things to her. Lois could already feel her nipples press against her shirt, hard and erect. Fought to keep from panting, even as her lungs burned.

Yet there was nothing for her to do...no escape from that ravenous, tireless tongue, or the fingers that held her asshole open, never letting it close...and deep down in her heart Lois began to despair a little. All she could do was to wait and see what her assailant was going to do to her next.