Blaze Is Dead Serious

Lois Lane's heart leaped into her throat. She froze up, her pussy clamped tight around the cock inside of her...and Blaze laughed as the dickgirl's fingers rubbed at the undersides of the bound woman's arms, down to her breasts. Despite how tightly the reporter squeezed her pussy, the dick began to move...in and out. Just a little.

"You're...you're kidding, right?" Lois managed. "I mean, fun's fun and all that, but I could really, seriously get pregnant if you cum in me."

"Yes," Angelica Blaze said. "That's what's so glorious about it all. I think I'll enjoy watching these swell up with milk."

The dickgirl's thumbs circled the reporter's breasts as she pumped her cock deeper inside the reporter. Lois grimaced as the dick bottomed out, the spongy head poking painfully deep.

"Ow! Look, you can't—"

"I can. I will," Blaze said. "Scream if you want, it won't change a thing. No one will hear you. No one will come rescue you. Face it, Lois Lane, you're fucked. This is going to happen. I'm going to keep you handcuffed to this bed until I cum in your fertile cunt...and if you give me too much trouble, I might just keep you here for a few weeks until you start to show."

The reporter bit back her instant reply. Her wrists tugged at the handcuffs. She was in a bad position right now, and she knew it. A part of her couldn't believe she'd been this stupid.

"If I...if I let you cum in me, without fighting, will you let me go?" The reporter asked quietly. Lois tucked her thumb into the center of her left hand. The cuff was a little looser than the other one. If she didn't mind dislocating her thumb, she might be able to work her left hand loose.

"Ah, sweetmeat," Blaze laughed. "You still have no idea how fucked you are. I can see it, you know. Your mind spinning along, making plans. Let me show you what the reality of your situation is..."

The hands came up from off of Lois Lane's breasts, and pulled the mask off the reporter's eyes.