End: Black Manta Has The Crew Break Lois Lane In

Once onboard, her labia was pierced. A thick ring bound her labia together. The former reporter's pussy was off-limits for the three weeks it would take for the slow-moving ship to cross the Atlantic to the coast of Africa.

Her mouth and ass were free to use.

They kept her below decks, mostly. Chained to the toilet or one of the bunks. Clothes were denied to her. Black Manta made it clear what would happen if she tried to bite or scratch. The dark princes of Atlantis, apparently, didn't care if she arrived with or without teeth.

So she learned to spread her ass when the men slapped their cocks on her cheeks, and quickly before they got mad. During the evening breaks she would be on her knees, the men jerking off in a circle, and would suck each of them off in turn...gasping for breath, white jizz dripping from her lips as she raced from one cock to the other, her knees burning...because if even one of them came except in her mouth, she would go to bed hungry, again, and wake up to find her bowl of kibble drizzled with fresh jizz.

She never saw any other women. Her days and nights were measured by the hard cocks that pressed into her ass at all hours, not caring whether she was asleep or seasick. That first three days, her ass had been one constant burning ache as cock after cock ruthlessly violated her hole...it felt like she was **** constantly, though the sex **** knew there had to have been breaks, when she passed out, when the men had to go to work.

By the end of the first week, Lois Lane woke up with the taste of cum in her mouth, jizz dribbled out of her ass. There were bags under her eyes, and she had lost weight, having eaten more cum than real food. Numbly she slid out of her bunk in response to the ship's bell and stumbled into the toilet for the first of her daily enemas.

It was occupied. Black Manta sat on the throne, the bottom part of his costume around his ankles, his black balls dangling below.

"Suck," he ordered, his voice distorted by the mask...and it said something to how broken Lois was that she didn't argue. Simply crawled forward on her hands and knees and fished his soft black dick out of the toilet. The warm, soft mass in her mouth tasted of piss, but Lois had ceased caring about such niceties.

"Superman is not coming to save you," Black Manta said as he began to swell in her mouth. "No one is coming to save you. The only value you have in this life is your cunt and ass. Forget your old life. Is this not your rightful place? On your knees before your Black master?"

Lois Lane kept her eyes lowered. To raise them would only invite a beating.

In truth, she had wondered at Superman not coming to find her. She wondered too, as his cock grew stiff and her tongue slid down the underside, why she hadn't tried to escape. Even with the constant fucking, there had been moments...opportunities...to slip away. Get to the bridge, where there was a radio. Or find a lifeboat and take her chances on the waves.

Of course that would mean giving up all that Black cock.

The sailors could be rough. Demanding. Almost cruel. Yet most of them were young, barely out of their teens. Vigorous. Eager. Some of them had never had a white woman before, or never fucked an ass. The old salts liked to cup and squeeze her pussy, their fingers sliding past the ring so that they could taunt her with how wet she was. How much she loved being used and degraded.

The strange thing was...they were right. Lois wasn't sure if it was because of the programming, or the ****; maybe some kind of Stockholm syndrome had set in, maybe she had secretly always been a slut. But she knew...she knew she hadn't called out for Superman. Not once.

"Turn around," Black Manta said. "I want that ass now."

"I haven't washed yet," Lois said...and that irritated him. He raised his hand...and the naked sex **** hurried to turn about to lift her legs. Black Manta's cock broke through a crust of last night's jizz as he pushed it into her sore hole.

"You had best get used to this, ****," Black Manta said as Lois gasped. "They say the princes of Atlantis are bigger. They'll probably split your ass wide open."

He couldn't see her face as a maniac grin broke out on her features. His hot balls pressed against her ass. Nipples hard, face down into the grimy, filthy floor of the bathroom. The ship began to rock gently in the waves.

She didn't want him to know...that a part of her was looking forward to finding out.

As he began to bound her, his balls slapping against her cheeks, one hand tangled in her hair, Lois Lane thought back to her night out, and the decisions that had brought her to this point. She wondered if, knowing what she did now, she would change a single thing.