End: It's All A Game...But Accidents Happen

Two cocks teased Lois Lane's two holes—and blindfolded as she was, she couldn't tell which was real and which was a strap-on or dildo.

"Foolish slut," Angelica said in a theatrical voice, "now you are within my power! Your holes are mine!"

Lois suppressed a grin, determined to play her part. In a high falsetto voice she cried: "Oh no, no! Help, help, won't someone save me from the ravages of this diabolical dickgirl?"

Even as she said it, she lifted her hips, trying to angle her pussy and ass for easier penetration. Angelica's hands were at each of her holes, guiding the twin cocks past their thresholds.

"Foolish whore—that isn't too hard is it?" Blaze broke character in mid-sentence, and Lois mentally tsked as she kept up her play-acting.

"Ah! My poor ass! My hot cunt, you're so big—you'll ruin me for all other men...women...and everything in between!"

Satisfied that the bound reporter was in no pain, Angelica pushed the cocks deeper into Lois...and the reporter's grimaces and gasps were not feigned. Behind her blindfold, her eyes opened wide as the cock in her ass pushed into virgin territory. In truth, she had never had anything like that up her rear end before—enemas she had regularly, including tonight, but nothing larger than the first digit of her little finger had ever gone into the tight pucker between her ass cheeks.

Now however, the copious lube and careful strength of the dickgirl was pushing the dick—or dildo, Lois still couldn't tell which—up into her once-virginal tunnel. The ring of her asshole was stretched wider than it ever had before, and it wasn't as pleasant as her pussy...but it wasn't some terrible sharp pain either. Of course, Lois Lane's experience was partially influenced by the twin prick in her pussy. The two were both sliding inside of her at the same time, even rubbing against each other through the thin skein of flesh between the two holes, something Lois had never experienced before.

"Never before have I seen such beauty," Angelica said, dropping back into her theatrical voice. "Long have I desired to breed one such as you. And when you swell, ripe with my child—you will no longer be my ****, but my bride! Your chains will be of gold, and all will glory at your belly as it swells with the first of my heirs..."

Lois recognized her cue in this silly breeder fantasy.

"Your first?" She gasped in falsetto, rattlinging her handcuffs against the bed for effect. "You don't mean...?"

"Yes! I'm going to breed you again and again—I will always keep you pregnant, until your womb has no more eggs to give, and our children shall be legion!"

Which sounded to Lois like the very definition of reproductive ****...but she had to admit that this whole scenario was getting her going. She could feel the tremor of anticipation and excitement as the cock in her pussy pushed deeper than most of the other lovers she had had, and knew that today was a very bad day to take an unprotected cock in her cunt. Even a drop of precum had sperm in it...and that little bit of sense of danger was driving her wild as she squeezed her pussy and ass as if to draw Angelica in deeper.

"No...no! Oh you beast! You'll ruin me and my beautiful body!" Lois wished her eyes were free, if only so she could add a good eyelash flutter.

Now fully sheathed, Blaze's hands roamed forward. Her fingers raked the reporter's flat stomach, then seized and squeezed her breasts.

"Ruin you?" Angelica said, her voice suddenly thick and heavy. "No, no. I would worship at your swelling breasts, your bulging belly, you're...ah...ah!"

The dickgirl's body shuddered suddenly, her hips jerking forward much more roughly than before, uncomfortably so...and a terrible sinking feeling filled the reporter's stomach.

"Angie," she said. "What just happened?"

"Ah...ah..." Blaze panted. "Um...oh fuck..."

"Angie, what happened?" Lois said, her voice not playing around at all, now straining her arms to pull the handcuffs taught.

"Um...I just had a little...accident."

"You came in me?" Lois shrieked, pussy and ass squeezing tight instinctively. It took a conscious effort for the reporter to realize that was counter-productive and to relax her pelvic muscles. "Which hole is your cock in? Your real cock?"

"Um...your pussy?"

Lois Lane sank back against the bed. The white heat of agitation ran through her body. She did not need this stress...but there was no use crying over spilt cum. It had happened, it couldn't unhappen. The reporter knew she'd just have to take a morning-after pill or something. Of course, if she was going to do that...

Both of Blaze's cocks felt pretty hard still.

"Angie?" she said. "Fuck me."

She could just about imagine the confused look on the dickgirl's face.

"I haven't cum yet. I'm pissed, but...accidents happen. Now I'm going to have to take a pill tomorrow. So you have to make that up to me, and you're going to start by fucking me, good and hard, until I cum."

"Yes ma'am!" Angelica said, and began to withdraw her cocks to commence pumping. Lois could actually feel the warm, wet, runny sensation as the dick in her pussy slid out a little easier. She laid back, all interest in playacting dead for the moment.

I just want a nice hard fuck, the reporter said to herself. That shouldn't be too much to ask.

Lois Lane would get it. While that wouldn't be the first "accident" of the night, the reporter would find Angelica Blaze's stamina nearly inhuman—and more than a match for the sexual appetite of a woman who had gone without such companionship for far too long. The morning would bring hard questions, and ready answers as to the missing women—and, perhaps, as Lois felt her sore ass and the somewhat strange feeling of the dickgirl's cum inside of her the next day, staining the reporter's underwear at inopportune moments, Lois would think back to those "accidents" and wonder whether they hadn't happened on purpose... and on whether she really would take that pill...or accept Blaze's offer for a second date.

Angelica Blaze had sounded very contrite...and had promised to show Lois Lane some of her other toys...

Yet that is another story.