Here Comes The Arm

Lois Lane thought she couldn't be surprised anymore. Blind and drenched in sweat, saliva, and semen, the reporter was lost in the moment, touching and being touched, licking and being licked, fucking and being fucked. She had given herself up to pleasure...

...and then she felt the knuckles press against her pussy.

Her body tensed, and the grabbing hands that a moment earlier had been caressing and groping now clutched and pulled. Instinctively, Lois tried to kick and scream, but her legs were **** wide open. The lube-slick fist pressed forward, and the reporter's body arched as she squeezed her hole tight.

Hands clutched at her throat. Pulled at her nipples. Slapped and spanked her ass and stomach. Pinned her arms behind her back. The fist at her slit churned and pressed...and then that voice, female, strangely accented, whispered at her ear.

"Relax. This is going to happen. Fight it, and you'll only hurt yourself."

Which made too much sense for the suddenly much more sober reporter to ignore. So fighting against the panic that had triggered her current predicament, Lois Lane **** her body to relax...to sink into the grips of her captors...and gasp aloud as the closed fist squirmed slowly into her, pushing with delicate strength, not so hard as to hurt or tear, but with a terrible determination...and Lois Lane was amazed as her body responded, the slick slit stretching to accept the invading hand with what felt like inhuman ease...

Have I always been so loose? The reporter wondered in disbelief. What is happening to my body?

...and Lois Lane shook in their grip as she felt, for the first time, a human hand inside of her.

Yet that was only the beginning.