Kryptonite

It was the first word that came into the reporter's head.

"Good," Mistress Blaze said. "Now, I'm going to put something in front of your nostril. I want you to breathe deeply."

"What is it?" Lois said, instantly wary.

"Amyl nitrate," the dickgirl told her. "Poppers."

"That's a club ****," Lois said.

"Yes, although a safe one, when used conscientiously. It helps to relax the involuntary muscles and increase bloodflow to the genitals. While you will learn to relax your ass, I think it's important for our first time that you feel all of my cock inside you."

Lois Lane swallowed. Her butthole quivered. There was only one thing to say.

"Yes, mistress."

A small vial was held under her nostril, though not pressed hard against it. Lois sniffed hard, and almost immediately wretched at the harsh chemical odor. It felt as though it burned her nostrils, and she could taste it in her throat. Almost immediately, Blaze took it away.

"On your knees. Ass in the air," her mistress ordered.

Lois assumed the position, still tasting the foul chemical. Wondering how long it would take until it took effect.

Something hard pressed against her anus, and for a moment Lois thought that this was it, that the dickgirl was going to feed her massive erection into her tight little hole...but no, it was too small, too hard. Blaze's finger again. Rubbing more lubricant around and around the anus. Teasing always teasing. The finger pressing a little harder and a little harder, swirling around the inner rim now...

The reporter shivered as the finger penetrated her. Just the tip...just the first bit. Instinctively, the reporter tensed.

"Relax," Blaze said, stroking the reporter's butt cheeks with her free hand. "Just relax. This is only the beginning. Your ass is capable of so much more than you know."

Lois **** herself to relax. To breathe. She swallowed, the chemical taste moving down her throat. Blaze began to push her finger forward. Cool lubricant poured onto the reporter's ass. Dripping wastefully down over her pussy. Her mistress didn't stop until the finger was all the way in up to her knuckle. The dickgirl began to swirl it around gently, a sensation Lois had never experienced before.

"Good girl." she said, "And out..."

Blaze pulled the finger out, slowly but smoothly. She didn't stop when Lois tensed this time, her sphincter pulling at the escaping finger. When it returned, there were two fingers, one on top of the other.

"Deep breath," Blaze ordered her, and Lois inhaled. Exhaled. The fingers pressed forward. Lois could feel her asshole stretch now, but it didn't hurt. They slid inwards, cushioned by the clear lubricant, and the reporter felt her little hole stretch, not unpleasantly. Until they bottomed out inside of her, the knuckles resting between her cheeks.

"Now, I'm going to finger-fuck you." Her mistress told her. "Let me know if it hurts."

"Will you stop?" Lois asks.

"Only if you say the word."