Cthulhu Fucks Lois Lane

Squirming, slithering things pulled Lois Lane and the **** Circe out of the strange dungeon and through the glowing tear in space. The reporter twisted and fought, but everything around her seemed...wrong. Her eardrums popped immediately, and it was hard to breathe, as though she was standing on the top of the Andes, not enough oxygen in the thin air. Almost immediately her head began to pound and she felt the sickening start of altitude sickness...yet when she looked up, it was like deep diving in the ocean, staring up at the mass of dark water above you, the sun a distant memory that didn't make it to these depths.

Things moved in the darkness. Lois could feel the shape looming over her, so immense that it seemed impossible it could be a living thing. Yet the squirming feelers quickly shredded her clothes, probing all over her body...and there was something about the way they moved, sliding over her breasts in perfect unison, prying open her lips to rub soft spongy spines against her clenched teeth, a wiggling little brush twisting tiny tentacles up her tightly-closed asshole...that bespoke some strange and terrible intelligence, intent on some unknowable purpose.

The reporter's struggles increased...but the things that gripped her arms and legs pulled until Lois screamed, and then things flood down into her open mouth. Lois Lane tasted brine, and something thick as tapioca, but unspeakably foul, like it was dead and rotting, the stinging juices sliding down her throat.

Nor did they stop there.

Something moved above her. The darkness seemed to split, a great line that bisected the sky, or whatever it was that blocked out the sky. The thin tentacles at her ass squirmed deeper inside, more of them all the time, opening her ass wider and wider almost imperceptibly, yet Lois could feel a strange ache building back there. Two more such feelers were working on her pussy, prying the lips apart. The reporter was spread eagle, barely able to twist her body to try and resist their intrusions, and ever wide grew that great dark crack in the sky, and it was darker than night, darker than the blackness between the stars, and as it focused on Lois Lane, she trembled in sudden terror as she realized that what she was staring at, so big that a whale would get lost in it, was a single tremendous eye.

The tentacles that held her arms and legs pulled her upwards...and thin as the air was, Lois felt it drag on her as though they were pulling her through water. New tentacles curled down, their origins lost in the distance...snakelike, wormlike, boneless black wiggling things tipped with spikes of ragged black metal that cut the water...and some of them, Lois Lane saw, were disturbingly phallic-like in their appearance, with tiny openings on the bulbous fronts that opened and closed, venting puffs of something like black smoke, that formed strange hanging clouds as they moved toward her pussy, now held open by those earlier feelers...and Lois Lane shook, like a frog about to be vivisected, but the terrible intelligence of that unblinking eye stared on impassionately.