End: Whiskey and Cum

A bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label tilted. Liquid amber poured into the funnel, raced down the tube, into the tight pink integument of Lois Lane's violated ass. She could feel the cold liquid fill her guts, the plug rubbing against the thin skein of flesh that separated her colon from her cock-stuffed pussy...and Angelica Blazes, beneath the naked reporter, held Lois' hips firmly as the liquor filled the funnel, and then bubbled out as gas escaped, seeping down into her.

The booze hit the reporter quickly. The lights grew brighter and began to spin. Lois huffed in and out through her mouth, body hot, pussy squelching as she instinctively squeezed it around Blaze's cock, the excess cum oozing out from the reporter's labia. Her face flushed with something more than just embarrassment because of her nudity...nipples hard. Lois Lane's eyes felt heavy, and she looked around as she became aware of a sudden closeness in the air.

People were crowding around her. She noted, with odd detachment, that their hard cocks were out, that rough hands were rubbing pricks of every size, shape, and color...and as they grew nearer, Angelica Blaze's hands slid up the drunk reporter's sides, and drew her down.

The tongue pressed into the reporter's open mouth as Lois' naked tits pressed against her lover's shirt. Hot spit filled the drunken woman's mouth, and through slitted eyes the reporter saw the shoes and boots of the crowd as they gathered around her. The last golden drop of the whiskey disappeared down into Lois Lane's depths, a sense of strange liquid fullness inside of her that would normally have sent Lois running for the bathroom...

...but the crowd decided she wasn't full not yet.

Lois didn't feel the first hot sticky rope of jizz that landed in the funnel and ran down in a runny white stream to her asshole. Yet she could smell it. As her tongue lazily wrestled with Blaze's own, Lois shook as she heard the grunts, the cheers; saw the shuffle of feet, felt the splash as a drop went too far and hit her ass cheek, hot for a moment and then cooling quickly.

Load after creamy load ran down the sides of the funnel, into the gaping asshole. Lois Lane shuddered and shook, unable to control herself as the cock in her cunt throbbed and pulsed. At some point, she thought, someone brought forth another bottle...but Lois Lane was already sleepy, her eyelids fluttered heavily, and her body grew still and limp.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter awoke on the floor of the club, head pounding, mouth furry and gummy. There was dried cum in her tangle of dark straight hair, and her carefully trimmed pubic hair was a tangled mess of dried grey jizz. She was naked, although someone had thrown a sheet over her, and her ass was raised up on a cushion. Her stomach growled and lurched, abdomen slightly swollen and bloated, and Lois moaned as she felt the plug in her butt, holding in she knew not what...although the urgent demands of her body told her that whatever it was, it needed to come out, and that soon. An elastic medical bandage covered her pussy, which felt slimy and gooey.

The reporter rolled over onto her hands and knees, fighting sudden nausea. She crawled out from beneath the sheet...and would become dimly aware, later, of the crude graffiti that now decorated her body, tally marks and primitive cocks drawn in sharpie, CUM CATCHER written across each ass cheek, COCKSLUT like a tramp stamp across her lower back, circles and lines around her nipples, a heart symbol with ovaries and arrows upon her lower abdomen.

In the empty bar, Lois raised her head...and sighted the bathroom. Her stomach gurgled and a whimper slid through the reporter's clenched teeth. There would be time later to piece together the events of her night out...the extant of her fuck-up...but right now she had an appointment with the bathroom, a hangover, and quite possibly a pregnancy to deal with...

Angelica Blaze watched from behind the bar, enjoying the reporter's suffering. Lois Lane had not noticed her yet...and the demonic dickgirl wondered when, or if, to reveal herself. An impish smile broke on her face as she watched the reporter's ass, with its plug and taped-up pussy, wiggle as she painfully crawled toward the toilets. It made her cock hard to see the reporter so debased and ****...and Blaze thought that perhaps there was more fun to be had...

Yet that is another story.