Blaze Is Playing Dead

The invisible dickgirl gave no sign as Lois Lane's finger slipped into her urethra...and Lois pulled her finger back. The tight hole clung to her, but not so tightly as to restrict her from withdrawing her finger. Curiosity tugged at the reporter, despite her better judgment. Lois knew that she should go to the phone, call for help, report the intruder...but she found herself sliding her finger in and out of the invisible urethra.

In and out, in and out, and Lois couldn't see her fingers once they were inside the invisible figure's body. It was like her index finger just disappeared. The cock hadn't even stiffened, it was still fat, warm, and soft as some great leach. Lois licked her lips, tasted bitter sperm that had splattered there, and spat. She slid a second fingertip to that strangely elastic urethra.

Something like giddiness went through the reporter's body as the second finger slid in, disappearing from view. She tried to spread her fingers, and felt resistance. So the cock was elastic, but it had its limits. Lois wondered what those limits were...how much this strange dick could take...and who it belonged to.

As the reporter experimented, pushing her fingers as deep as she could and wiggling them about, she wondered if this invader...obviously an alien or a metahuman of some sort...used the elastic penis as a kind of ovipositor, laying eggs inside its victims like a wasp. Or perhaps they pulled open their urethra so some man could slide their cock into their cockhole, fucking the stiff prick, collecting their semen in their balls. It was ridiculous of course...the stuff of fantasy, of bad Japanese erotic cartoons, juvenile dreams of impossibly huge genitalia, impossible insertions, monstrous couplings.

Nothing of which stopped Lois from steepling the five fingers of her left hand, now slick and wet from the invisible enemy's dick-juice, and pressing them against that urethra. Felt that incredibly smooth and warm invisible flesh beneath her fingers. Gripping her. Inviting her to go deeper.

It was harder this time. Lois bit her lip as she pressed downward, feeling the soft skin squirm and fight against her...yet it seemed to stretch, and once Lois had angled her wrist correctly, she found she could press deeper. She experienced that ecstatic moment as the flesh of the distended dickhole closed around her knuckles...and then slid up her wrist.

The moment faded as the cock crept up her forearm. Too late, Lois tried to withdraw her hand, but the urethra was cinched tight around her hand and arm.

An invisible hand grasped the reporter's other wrist and tore the shower attachment out of its mouth. Pure white eyes opened, without pupil or iris, floating in mid-air...and an invisible mouth spat out globs of semen as the enemy proclaimed in triumph:

"Gotcha!"