End: Lois Locks Herself Into Chastity

Sweat dripped from the reporter. The metal plates of the chastity belt were already warm to the touch as Lois Lane picked them up from the floor. There were two curved, triangular pieces that were hinged at the middle, with a vertical slot in front to piss out of and a heart-shaped opening in the back; at the top they formed a metal oval like the halves of a belt or barrel-loop, with small mechanical catches.

She could have said no. She could just bake to ****. The reporter's cheeks burned as she slid the metal prison up her legs. Hissed as the warm metal touched her skin. Lois didn't want to think what life would be like in this thing, but she knew that if she wanted to survive she had to do this, no matter how terrible and embarrassing it was.

The curve of the metal was snug. The leg openings were high and wide enough to allow free movement for her legs, but Lois could feel the tight edges press into her ass as she closed the two halves of the clamshell together. Her labia pressed against the metal slit. The metal catches snapped shut.

There were two locks: small, box-like affairs on either side.

"Lock yourself in," Angelica Blaze said.

Lois hesitated. Then swallowed her pride and slid the key into the right-hip lock, and twisted the fragile plastic key. She hissed in sudden, sharp pain as something bit into the flesh of her thumb. She pulled out the key, blood running down from a puncture wound. A small metal spike had been set into the bow of the key. The reporter was careful to avoid it as she pressed the key into the left-hip lock, and turned...and there she was.

Trapped in a chastity belt.

"Put the key in the slot, Lois," Blaze ordered.

The reporter hesitated.

"If I do," Lois said. "How long do I have to wear this?"

"Let's say...a month," Blaze said. "Less one day for every time you let me fuck your ass."

Lois scowled at the door. She didn't trust Blaze...but she had ****.

She found the slot, and pressed the key through it. There was a soft rattle...and then a hiss as the door opened.

The reporter pulled it open, grateful at the cold air on her naked, sweat-slick skin...and utterly unprepared for the naked dickgirl that wrapped her hands around her, lips pressed against her own. Lois found herself squirming in that grip...and then Angelica let her go and handed her a bottle of water.

"Here, you need to stay hydrated. That was hot as hell!" Blaze flashed a grin. "I hope you enjoyed it."

A million questions ran through Lois Lane's mind...and the dickgirl smiled that secret smile and pulled Lois away from the room, and back toward the bed.

"What...what was all that?" Lois said after she gulped down half the bottle of water. "Just a game?"

"In part," Blaze said. "But mostly it's insurance. Now I have the recording of your escapade...and now I have your key. So perhaps you'll be my good little girl."

The dickgirl pushed Lois onto the bed, ass up. Before the reporter could even get her bearings, the dickgirl was on her, hand gripped on the chastity belt, the cock rubbed between Lois Lane's cheeks...

"Do as I say, and we'll have our month of fun...and then you'll get your key and the recording. I'll even answer all those questions that are buzzing through your brain. For right now...bite the pillow."

Something wet pressed against the reporter's asshole. Blaze drizzled lubricant...and for a moment Lois Lane envisioned a fantasy of turning the tables on the dickgirl, of flailing out angrily, of overcoming her through sheer ****...but her body felt weak as though she had just come out of a sweatbox. Her stomach growled, upset from all the icy-cold cum she had swallowed...and perhaps she had just gone along with too many of Blaze's instructions to defy her now.

Whatever the reason Lois gave to herself, she did find herself stuffing the pillow between her teeth and biting down...just as Blaze's cock began the start of its long journey through the porthole cut into the reporter's chastity belt for just this purpose.

"I hope you learn to enjoy your night out," Angelica Blaze said as Lois bit down hard, the rubbery stiff head of the dickgirl's prick popping her anal cherry. "Because tomorrow you're going to have another...and another...and by the time you're free of that cage, you'll beg me to fuck you in the ass and call me mistress!"

Lois Lane's heart sank. As much as she hated what was happening right now...a small but growing part of her was worried that might actually happen.