Blaze Calls Lois Lane's Bluff

"Oh fuck no," the dickgirl said. "I'm not raising any babies. If you get knocked up like the complete slut you are, Lois Lane, then you'll have to raise your baby yourself. Go through all forty weeks of the pregnancy. Maybe I'll throw you a pity fuck every now and then when I need to drain my balls, but if anyone takes responsibility for you getting up the stick, it'll be your own skanky ass! Now do you really want me to cum inside you like some dumbass breeder, or do you want to let me pull out?"

The bound reporter froze. Her ankles were still locked behind the dickgirl's back, the eggs buzzing away, churning her overstuffed pussy into mush. She had been teasing Blaze, but this didn't feel like the dickgirl was playing.

"Maybe that's what you want?" Angelica Blaze said, leaning forward to whisper in the blindfolded reporter's ear. "Maybe you want a big belly, and everyone at the Daily Planet to know that you're a fucking skank who can't keep her legs closed? Maybe you've been waiting your whole life just to show off to everyone how big of a slut you can be, a single mother going through a pregnancy all alone..."

A shiver ran through the reporter's spine. The cock twitched inside of her, and part of the reporter wondered whether Blaze was already cumming.

"You wouldn't," Lois said. "You...I could really get knocked up right now. If I got pregnant, you wouldn't..."

"No ring. No help. What, did you think I'd marry you, slut? Put a ring on that? Fuck, I wouldn't even let you get a tattoo of my name on your body so that I could claim your skanky ass as my property. Once I cum in you, you're nothing but used goods. A jizz bucket. A walking cum rag with small tits."

Blaze emphasized her remark by smacking the reporter's stiff nipples.

"Of course, if you quit your job...if you spend your days sucking me off and doing my laundry and cleaning my house...maybe I'll take care of you and the kid. But if I do that, then this pussy is mine. And I'll fuck it whenever and however I want to. Which means you're going to basically always be knocked up. I won't let you get a break between babies. The day you're healing from squatting out one brat, I'm going to put another in you, and another. Until the Daily PLanet's Greatest Reporter is nothing but my stay-at-home breeder bitch. Now is that what you want Lois, or are you going to open your fucking legs and let me pull out before I really do knock you up?"