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Bad, Lois thought as she braced her legs on the floor and tried to stand...but the invisible monster held her like a vise. Lois could actually feel the tug as the invisible cock pulled at her arm, millimeter after millimeter of her skin disappeared as the grossly distended invisible cock crept up her forearm...sliding over her elbow.

The reporter tried to move her arm, to scratch at the slick insides of the urethra, but it was pointless. Nothing she did seemed to be able to hurt the invisible figure.

"Stop it!" Lois said. "What are you doing? Why?"

"I should think that's obvious," the female voice again. Sperm drooled out from the invisible lips. "My cock is eating you. As to why...well, I have to admit, you caught me by surprise. I was hoping to just have my fun and go. Now...now, I think I want you in my balls. I'll convert you into a quadrillion sperm...and spew you out, one ejaculation at a time, at my leisure."

Lois had no idea if that was possible...but she had no intention of sticking around to find out. She redoubled her efforts to free herself, thrashing and pulling, screaming at the top of her lungs...and yet nothing could stop the inevitable suction as her left bicep disappeared into the invisible cockhole. When her shoulder slid out of view, Lois could feel the invisible flesh, stretched and taught as a sausage-skin, against her cheek. She turned her face to it, bit at the invisible flesh...but it was pointless.

With superhuman ease, the invisible figure sat up, and, still holding Lois Lane's forearm, guided the reporter's hand to the opening. The reporter screamed and cursed as she felt her finger-tips press against the grolly distended slit...and the invisible monster pulled her forward, the grasping invisible hand helping the terrible suction.

Lois stared forward...and there was an odd space, now. She could feel the slimy, hot touch of that cock on both shoulders. Her biceps went forward and faded from view into a sudden dark spot. The smell was more intense now...the bleach-smell of semen, of stale piss, and something else, something Lois had no name for. The musky personal odor of whatever and whoever this was.

"Let me go!" Lois begged, as the hand grasped the back of her head and pulled her forward. Though Lois could see nothing, she could feel the air grow hotter and closer. Claustrophobia hit her strongly...she was being **** head-first into an invisible tunnel. "Please! I'll do anything!"

For a moment, there was a pause. Lois felt as the touch of the hot, soft flesh against chin and forehead. She knew she was moments away from being swallowed by this gigantic, invisible dick.