I Want To Feel That

Lois Lane blushed as the words came out of her mouth. Her whole body trembled as she stared at the cum-filled funnel on the screen. The pussy it was jammed into was convulsing uncontrollably, Tonya Wong running through a string of orgasms.

She wanted that. Her pussy was drenched, wetter than she had ever been. Butterflies flit through her stomach, and Lois could almost imagine her ovaries pumping out eggs, though she knew that was impossible. Just the idea of being treated like...like some kind of breeding sow. A gaping cumbucket. A repository for their seed. It was something that Lois Lane had never considered, never wanted, never even dreamed of...in any sane life she would be screaming, upset, yelling at the screen, utterly horrified.

The dickgirl's hands grabbed the reporter's shoulders. Gooseflesh dimpled the reporter's whole body, despite the heat of the room. Lois tensed, suddenly preternaturally aware. It felt like she was sharing the room with some large predator, like a lion or tiger...

"I can make that happen. You can be just like her. Bound. Filled. Totally anonymous. You never have to know who the father is."

Sweat ran down the reporter's body. Paperwork was pushed onto the bench in front of her. There was a pen. Lois **** herself to remove her eyes from the screen. The words swam in and out of her vision. She felt almost drunk. At the top of the page it said...it said...

Breeding Contract.

Angelica Blaze's right hand slid down the reporter's bare arm. She guided Lois's hand to the pen.

"Just sign at the bottom...and I'll take care of the rest."

Lois Lane's hand trembled as she grabbed the pen. It was boxy, like it had been bent out of sheet metal, and the edges were sharp. She could feel them press into her fingers...and hissed as they cut her. Blood ran down to the nib of the pen...a single bright red drop gathering itself above the signature line...and Blaze's breath on her neck was like a lion moving in for the kill.