End: All At Once

Fear gripped Lois Lane—and then she smiled. Her heart pounded. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She could feel the hair rise on her neck and arms, her body tense against the expected pain—but also anticipation. It felt so good, sometimes, to just let go...and Lois had always loved danger, always run toward the screams, never felt more alive than when she faced the threat head-on.

Angelica Blaze stood up, and the spined condom ripped through the bound reporter's cunt in one fluid movement, the dickgirl's breasts pressed up against the reporter's own tits...and then Blaze pressed her cheek against Lois Lane's, and the bound woman heard her whisper.

"I like you, Lois. You take it well. You're welcome to come back here any time."

Then Blaze returned to her dominatrix mode. She gripped the X-frame with her hands as she moved up and down, grinding her thick cock in Lois Lane's cunny. The spines were too small and soft to rip the reporter's pussy; the rows of bumps simply stimulated the reporter further, now that the initial shock had worn off. The reporter hung in place, unable to escape as Blaze pushed her dick in and out of her for what felt like an hour...and it took a few minutes for Lois to realize that the dickgirl wasn't just fucking the shit out her, like so many men would do in this situation.

Blaze ground their crotches whenever she buried her dick deep in the reporter's cunny. She worked to stimulate Lois' clit, to find and stimulate the sports inside of her...and the little spikes on the condom helmed. Lois found herself breathing hard...then gasping...and finally hanging from the X-frame, her chin on Blaze's shoulder as the dickgirl stayed balls-deep inside of her, the cock churned around and around...until Lois squeezed her eyes tight and cried out...and Lois could feel the smile on her cheek as Blaze mercilessly continued her frontal ****, trying to draw Lois out to one or two more...

Light-headed, room-spinning around her, exhausted, Lois wasn't sure how much time had passed...but she could feel there was sweat on Angelica's body as the dickgirl leaned against her, the tremor that ran through the domme's body...and the weird emptiness as the softened cock slid out of the reporter's pussy.

Blaze stepped back...and Lois gaped at the swollen balloon at the end of the condom. it looked like a transparent snake that had swallowed a hen's egg...but it was just jizz. More cum than Lois had ever seen a guy pump out in any single fuck.

The dickgirl didn't even bother to take it off until after she'd unlocked Lois and helped her down off the X-frame.

There was a shower. Interviews with the women Lois Lane had thought were missing. Angelica treated her to a beer...and then, with dawn only scant hours away, Lois Lane went out into the Metropolis night with everything she needed for her article and then some. The night felt different to the reporter, whose pussy ached. She felt wiser now...still able to remember the feel of the whip in her hand, the expressions of mingled pain and ecstasy. A hunger had been awoken in her, and Lois wasn't sure where it would take her.