Break Free

"N-no..." Lois Lane could feel the cum boiling inside of her, **** for release. But the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was no pawn to a mere machine. She had interviewed presidents, CEOs, and religious leaders...faced down aliens, demons, demi-gods...she wasn't about to blow her load in this woman just to please some mindless machine.

"I'll cum," she hissed, pulling her cock out of the cum receptacle, "wherever I damn well please!"

The dickgirl stood, cock angry and throbbing, blinking against the lights and sounds that still assaulted her senses. The cum receptacle was on her knees, hole twitching, looking lost and confused. Lois stared around her at the room, so much like she had left it, but the chair and computer changed into a bizarre setup, the lights flashing pink...

Her eyes locked on the door.

Naked as the day she was born, the reporter ran toward it.

Maria rolled around the corner a damp rag in one hand. Lois didn't slow down as she approached, the barmaid holding the rag—probably soaked in chloroform—in front of her. As long as the young woman's arm was, the reporter's leg was longer. It swung forward at the last moment, the reporter's entire body weight and momentum converted into a kick that caught the pink-haired young woman right in the baby basket.

The barmaid collapsed backward, hands going instinctively to her groin. Lois Lane turned, hard dick smacking Maria in the cheek as she twirled...and then the reporter was away, sprinting down the corridor. Somewhere behind her an alarm was blaring.

Lois ran past unopened doors, none of which looked like they went to the outside, and then caught sight of a fire exit. Acting on instinct, she burst through, into the dark of an alley...and then she was running again, the cold night air on her skin, down through the maze of Metropolis' tangle of alleys, feet splashing in puddles, skidding on garbage, cock still hard and slinging pre-cum, breasts jiggling madly, not caring who saw her as her naked form blitzed through the night.

Eventually, she had to stop. Breathing hard, wanting to wretch, cock still achingly stiff, and a terrible tingle between her legs, as if the frustrated sperm were angry at having been quite so literally cock-blocked...and when Lois had caught her breath, she found that she was in a parking lot, facing a very particular kind of dive bar...