Give The Bimbo To Her Gang

Blaze caught Lois Lane's face in her hands. Stared into those vacant, dilated eyes. Tasted her breath...and slid her tongue in between those swollen, cocksucking lips, which closed with hers automatically. It was only with great **** that Blaze pushed the bimbo away, and held Lois at arm's length as her mouth gawped like a fish out of water, eager for more.

"As much fun as it would be to keep you to myself...I think it would be better to have you defiled," Blaze smiled. With swift economy, she tore off the tattered remains of Lois Lane's clothing, so that the reporter was nude and covered with sweat...and with casual ease picked up the reporter and draped her across her shoulders, so that the swollen tits pressed against the side of the ****-dealer's head.

Lois Lane laid there obediently. Some part of her was still in the bimbofied body. A glimmer of awareness. What was left of her mind was afire with the wet heat in her loins, the way her tits were so big and sensitive and ready to burst, how thirsty and hot she was...even reduced to almost an animal level, her instincts remained. The violet eyes saw Blaze tap the lowest button. Heard the ****-dealer's voice call. There was one stop, at ground level, and the doors opened. Men shuffled in. Hard, grim-faced gangbangers, flashy youths, a few older men that could be off-duty cops on the payroll. They crowded around, until the elevator couldn't fit any more...and then they descended again.

When the doors opened, Blaze stepped forward into what looked like a movie studio. There were women down there, like her. Big tits. Hair going blonde. Vacant-eyed, but enthusiastic as their heads bobbed on crotches. Blaze ignored them all. There were lights shining on a queen-sized mattress set on the floor. Three cameras trained on it. All the men in the elevator followed them out, and more hovered around.

With a bare flick, Blaze tossed Lois Lane onto the mattress. The bimbo hit tits-first, and rolled over, her legs instinctively spread.

The ****-dealer's eyes burned pure white. Even with the glare of the lights overhead, Blaze looked like a creature of shadow, a part of the darkness.

"Everybody has their turn. No slapping, no kicking, no biting, no condoms, no pulling out, no hole is off-limits, no letting up. On until dawn."

Pants dropped. Hard cocks were out. Black...white...Hispanic...Asian...Lois Lane's knees shook, as they approached...but she couldn't close her legs, even if she wanted to.