Bellybutton

When faced with chaos, embrace chaos, Lois Lane told herself as she said the word.

Behind her, the unseen evil paused. The orgiasts seemed to be holding their breath in confusion.

"That wasn't an option," that strange voice said, as the tentacle squirmed deeper into the reporter's pussy.

"Oh?" Lois said with as much bluster as she could muster. "Does that mean you can't do it? Or do you only like to play a game when it's by your rules? Can't handle it when anyone else has some creative input into things? You must have been one of those sad kids that always insisted people play their games, where only they win."

A growl came from behind Lois that issued from no human throat. In her brain, the part of Lois Lane that evolved to recognize the superpredators of an ancient and forgotten world suddenly told her body to be very, very still...

...and then growl broke into a kind of purr, and the purr into a tinkling laugh, as might have come from the lips of the most jaded of whores.

The tentacle slid out of the reporter's pussy, and moments later the cock as well. For a moment, heart pounding, Lois Lane allowed herself to hope that she could somehow bluff this out.

Something thin and wet slid across the reporter's naked abdomen. Lois looked down, but her body was held at such an angle that her modest breasts got in the way...but she thought she saw something thing and red, like an earthworm but with a pointed tip, crawl toward her navel.

"No, Lois...this is a game for two...or more..."

Lois barely repressed a scream as the scarlet tentacle rose up to strike...and then stabbed into her navel like a needle, piercing her to the core.