Lock In Place

The great dildo locked in place, unmoving, the reporter's pussy splayed open across its smooth surface. She waited in nervous anticipation for what was to come next...and then the screens flickered. Videos began to play in small loops, pink swirls sliding through the images like ghostly reflections on rippling water.

Gaping pussies were replaced with puckered assholes. The browneyes were caught in the act of gaping, the lips spread wide, exposing the forbidden pink depths. An endless procession of holes, each one wider than the last, until they began to approach some kind of hidden threshold.

Lois almost felt her own butt itch, looking at buttholes that could easily take four fingers inside them at once, the pink edges curling, the insides vivid red. It reminded her of how, one late and drunken evening, she had discovered the term "rosebudding." These assholes were starting to look like that, the first stages of prolapse, when the rectum turned inside out.

The reporter shivered to think of what that must feel like, though she knew some guys liked it. Like to see their cocks pushing a woman's insides in and out of her ass, the integument wrapped tight around their dick. She couldn't see how that felt good for them, but there were some women, the ones who used the really big toys, who claimed in front of the camera it was the only way they could feel anything...

I hope I never get like that, Lois thought. Although another part of her, the insatiable pit of curiosity that drove her to reporting, couldn't help but wonder what it must feel like. To be taken to the absolute limit, to be stretched to the very point of breaking and maybe beyond. She wondered what life was like for those women, afterwards. What if anything they got out of the experience, what their stories were.

Then the screen blinked rapidly, pink flashes that caused her to blink involuntarily. The strobing light that she could still sort of see with her eyes closed. She squinted through the glare, trying to make out the letters that had replaced the procession of busted assholes.

HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER.

Lois wasn't sure what that meant...until she felt something hard, wet, and unyielding press against her ass.

"Oh no..." she whispered.