End: A Big Fat Black Plug

Lois Lane, held down with her ass in the air, the stolen bottle still crammed in her pussy and with an asshole filled with jizz, shuddered. She felt sick to her stomach as she considered how she had ended up in this position, held down by these gang-bangers, utterly at their mercy. Treated like no more than a streetwalking whore.

Which, as far as they were concerned, is exactly what they were.

"Now my babymama at home, I don't like the thought of her missing me when I'm gone," J-dawg said. "So every time I leave, I give her a little gift. Something she better be wearing the next time I see her. Only over time, my little gift gets bigger and bigger."

One of his boys handed J-dawg a bag. He pulled it open and reached in...and the reporter, her head turned as far as she could as the men held her down, felt her breathe freeze in her lungs.

The black silicone plug was one of those tapered cones with a rounded tip. Like the first five inches of a traffic cone. The reporter's sweat suddenly ran cold. Even with how loose her ass must be, it couldn't possibly...he couldn't... J-dawg just grinned savagely and held it up as one of his crew tore open a packet of lube and drizzled it over the mass.

They were going to make it fit.

The rounded tip touched her asshole. The reporter turned her face into the mattress and bit into the foul, cum-stained fabric. Screaming wouldn't help.

In the alley, the mood grew more intense as J-dawg pressed the palm of his hand against the wide base of the plug and pushed. A groan was **** from deep in Lois Lane's chest as the black plug was slowly **** in. She wanted to scream as her poor, tortured asshole, unused to all this activity, stretched. As her buttocks squeezed against the sides of the plug.

Brown hands gripped her cheeks and spread them wide. Muscles knotted in J-dawg's arm as he put more strength and weight behind the massive plug that threatened to split the reporter's ass. Tears dribbled from her eyes. All of her consciousness was focused on the slowly expanding ring of pain that was her poor, ruined asshole. Yet the plug was going in. The ring of muscle was slowly stretching, elastic enough now to pass a soda can without effort.

Except J-dawg had no patience for slow stretching.

For a moment, the pressure on her asshole eased. The rounded point of the plug seemed deep inside Lois Lane's body, and she thought for a moment that was it, as far as it was going to go.

Then J-dawg brought his heel down and stomped on the wide circular base of the plug.

The reporter's entire body was shoved forward by the violent ****. She screamed a little into the mattress. The men around her nearly vibrated in excitement.

J-dawg's foot came down again. And again. On that third stomp, the reporter's world went black for a moment. Her ass was stretched to its maximum diameter, five inches across...and then the plug was inside of her, and her swollen, bleeding, puffy asshole closed tight on the narrow neck. The men gave a cheer...and let her go.

Lois Lane sniffled as she slowly pulled her pants up over the base of the massive plug in her ass. It was so big that anyone walking behind her could see it clearly. Tears leaked from her eyes as she gathered up sweaty bills in her fists and wobbled back onto her heels. The men were there, watching her, as she attempted to walk.

One foot in front of the other. With the massive plug in her aching asshole, and the hard mass of the bottle in her burning pussy, Lois Lane's first steps were like those of a newborn giraffe. Her ankles threatened to give out at any moment, but determination set in. Without a backward glance, Lois Lane staggered out of the alley, her entire pelvis in agony.

It was a long walk home. Lois Lane didn't want to think of what she'd have to do to get bottle and plug out. How much damage her night out might have done to her pussy and asshole. Her investigation would have to be put on hold until she healed. There would be doctor's visits too, if only to make sure she hadn't caught some terrible disease.

Yet the worst part was...Lois Lane knew that she would never be the same. She had taken money for sex. Had gotten her ass fucked. Destroyed. And a part of her was weirdly proud that she had been able to take that plug. The part of her that had watched those porn stars take those enormous toys up their ass and wondered what it would feel like. Lois Lane had never seriously considered trying that herself, but now...

"I can't go back," Lois mumbled to herself as she stepped into her apartment. Exhaustion hung heavy on her, dragged at her muscles, her eyelids. The reporter shed her heels, her jacket, shirt and bra on the way to her bedroom. Struggled out of her tight red pants, only to find her legs caked in filth. Her fingers touched the wide, circular base of the plug.

Then she collapsed, naked but still plugged up, on top of her bed. To sleep, perhaps to dream, until long after the sun had risen. Removing the plug would be an ordeal for another day...but that is another story.