Her Own Saliva

As Lois Lane stuck her ass in the air, she felt the XXX in her colon. Suddenly, adding **** to the mix seemed like a terrible, maybe stupid idea. Then she felt Maria's hands spreading her ass cheeks, and the eager tongue licking at the plug holding the grey goo in the reporter's colon.

"Oh shit!" Lois muttered. Her freshly-pierced nipples hurt, her clit hurt, but her ass... The reporter was in a tense place, wanting to feel that tongue deeper inside of her, yet not daring to relax her colon for fear all of the XXX would come out.

"Not yet," Maria said, and then Lois felt the neck of the bottle pressing against the rim of her ass as the young woman tugged the plug down.

If the reporter didn't have her ass up, and the bottle had more than a couple inches of vodka left in it, they would have made a mess. As it was, with plenty of spit, Maria was able to wiggle a finger into the reporter's anus alongside the plug...and then it was just a matter of stretching her backside wide enough until the neck of the bottle could fit in alongside the plug.

The plug, Lois thought, grimacing as her asshole was stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The XXX...Great Caesar's ghost, what am I doing? I came to this club to find those missing women, and now I'm butt-chugging vodka with this woman I just met an hour or two ago...

"The Big Man wanted me to bring you to him," Maria said, her voice smug. "But I didn't. He's just interested in getting women into his little White Room so he can play with them...but I like to play with women too..."

"How," Lois mumbled, suddenly lightheaded as the vodka poured into her ass, hitting her faster than if she had simply drunk the contents in one shot. "How does he play with them? What's going on?"

"Since you're not going to remember anything anyway," Maria tittered, "why not tell you?"