Epilogue: Lizzie Long in...Longdong the Pirate!

The ship lurched. "Lizzie Long" held onto her tricorn hat with one hand, and reached beneath her skirt to scratch her pussy with the other. They had shaved and powdered it because of an outbreak of crabs on set, but for reasons of historical verisimilitude she had to wear a merkin, and the pubic wig itched like mad.

The director, a tiny young grey-haired woman with a name Lois couldn't remember was wearing a too-tight shirt that showed her hard nipples, a pair of jeans that seemed painted on, and glasses so thick that Lois could have used them to fry ants, was talking as cast and crew set up everything.

"Okay," the director said, putting up her hands as if framing the scene. "Your ship is boarded! Lizzie Long is captured at swordpoint by the pride of the British Navy! Determined to break your spirit, they tie you to the anchor windlass and proceed to **** you...all hundred and twenty of them!"

Her eyes gleamed in the sub-tropical sunlight. "This is the climax of the movie...and in more way then one! Streams of cum will roll down your thighs, and your cries will ring out over the seas, interrupted only by the gulls that circle the crowd of sailors, pent up from months at sea, finally unloading all their balls into your naked cunt! By the time we finish, the decks will be awash with semen, and your cunt will be stretched and abused beyond all human endurance...but you will be the last woman standing."

The former Lois Lane would have been appalled at that image. She had seen the men who were to take place in the gangbang. They had all been tested for STDs, and Lizzie herself was on birth control, but they were still taking bets as to which one would knock her up, or how many she would be able to take before she cried out to cut the scene short. Lois Lane wouldn't stand for that kind of thing, she'd die before she allowed herself to be **** half to **** just because there was cock and a paycheck out of it.

Except she wasn't Lois Lane anymore. She was Lizzie Long.

"What's my motivation?" She said at last.

"You know how Captain Ahab wanted his white whale?" The director asked.

"I've seen the movie," Lizzie lied, though she could quote the odd line from Meville's epic from memory.

"Well, you're their white whale. They want to harpoon you...and they will. Over and over and over!" Sweat beaded the woman's face, and not just from the sun. "But in the end, it's those scurvy dogs that will run aground against your reef, and you will stand over them all, triumphant and unfulfilled."

"Right," Lizzie said. She scratched her pussy again, really hoping that was the merkin that was so itchy. "Well, ready when you are."

There was something familiar to the way the actors roughly tied the kicking and spitting pirate to the anchor windlass. Lizzie felt the hempen ropes around his wrists and ankles, and remembered a past life, when Lex Luthor and his goons would tie her up—though not quite like this. A commanding asshole whose modern tattoos were totally incongruous with his British sailor's outfit commanded her to be stripped, and the seamen ripped away the reporter's costume, leaving only her tricorn hat...and Lizzie arched her back to showcase her massive breasts, the piercings on her nipples gleaming in the sunlight...and as s final insult, the hateful merkin was torn off.

In that other life as Lois Lane, no one had dared strip out of their breeches, prongs pink and swollen and somewhat comical to look like in the sunlight. They hadn't dared. Whatever else Superman's foes were, they were not rapists; all of them feared breaking the "unwritten rules." No Lois had never been sexually harassed like this...but Lizzie Long simple bared her teeth and remembered her lines.

"Avast, ye bastard sons of unwed mothers! Spew yer watery seed in my depths if ye dare, but no man may conquer Longdong the Pirate! I've drunk oceans of semen, 'til the brine of the deep is drink enough for me, and rogered every man and woman under every ship that's dared t'raise a jolly roger! No faggot ship of British sodomists will break my will! Step forward, those who dare, and know for whatever pleasure your little limp pricks may receive, the vengeance I mete upon thee shall be tenfold what you get when you bare your backsides to your betters!"

"Foul-mouthed bitch!" the Captain roared, "We will show you this is no idle boast, and before this day is over, you'll have enough seed for a hundred bastards to take root in that belly!"

So saying he stepped forward, ripping off his britches in haste to show his stiff prick—the viagra was apparently kicking in—and Lizzie lewdly spread her legs a bit wider, excited in spite of herself at what was about to happen.

For a moment, Lizzie wondered how Lois Lane would have gotten out of this situation. Would she have called for Superman? Probably. More likely, she would never have allowed herself to get into the position to begin with. The warm prick slid into her unprotected channel, and Lizzie grunted, momentarily distracted...but it was, after all, just the first sex of the day. Around her, a hundred and nineteen men rubbed their erect cocks, forming a queue. She needed to save her energy.

How to describe such a train? The men were not rough, for all that they grunted and strained; there was desire in some of their eyes, and apologies in others. None of these were bad men, really. Just actors, most of them simply jobbers in the pornographic film industry with a couple films under their belt. A cunt was a cunt to them, and their hands and mouths were not too rough on her tits, and whenever they moved to kiss her face she'd turn away and snarl one of the lines the director had fed her.

Before the first hour was out, cum was splashing on the deck, and Lizzie Long's thighs were burning. The sun was climbing the sky, and the first hydration scene came up, the captain returning to pour a goblet of watered wine into the reporter's mouth. The temperature was rising steadily, and sweat poured over her naked body. Lizzie was certain she was going to get a tan out of this, albeit not an even one.

As the second and third hour wore on, her body giving in to the rut, her limbs shaking from exertion, Lizzie began to feel dizzy. She half-swooned under the sun, and the second hydration scene came. Slurped half the watered wine, and spat the rest...and that was the signal for the oral sex to begin, men climbing the windlass to thrust their cocks into her mouth. As the balls pounded against her chin, Lizzie began to drift off into her own mind again.

It was as though with every prick she took, every brust of semen within her, as her perfect body tanned deeper, as hands traced her tattoos and tugged at her piercings, Lizzie Long knew that a piece of Lois Lane was being fucked away forever. By the end of this, the porn star knew, there would be nothing left inside of her of her old life...and she wondered how she felt about that. To have traded all that she had been and could have been...for this.

Money.

Sex.

Pleasure.

What more could she desire?

It was afternoon. The ship rocked in the waves. One camera caught the puddle of semen beneath Lizzie Long's inflamed and swollen cunt, rolling back and forth over the wooden boards. Around her, men panted in the heat, their once-proud pricks now limp, and more than a few looked sunburned.

Lizzie stirred herself. Her hands began to work at the ropes; the knots were made so that she could slip out of them easily, though she wasn't sure that her legs would hold her. Panting, jizz dripping from her chin, "Longdong the pirate" slipped free and staggered onto the deck...and a shadow passed over her face.

She looked up and her heart sank as a familiar red cape and blue uniform descended from the sky. The S-shield on his broad chest. Those familiar blue eyes, staring at her hard. He stopped, an inch above the deck, so as not to soil his boots in the rolling jizz.

"Lois," he said. "I've been looking for you."

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Lois," She looked up at him. The pornstar swallowed. A lump of bitter cum hit her stomach. Her cunt burned, yet all those cocks inside of her couldn't quite scratch the itch.

"I'm Lizzie Long."