Lois Breathes In

As the chemical-smelling cloth closed over the reporter's mouth and nose, Lois Lane's first instinct was to panic, remembering all the times she had been kidnapped, chloroformed—and then she felt the glass lip of the small bottle pressed against her nostril, and realized what was really happening.

Poppers! Lois recognized what the Black woman was doing. A chemical inhalant that helped relax involuntary muscles. Lois normally associated them with gay men, but she knew they worked just as well on women...and she definitely needed a little something now.

Lois **** herself to inhale sharply, her nostrils and sinuses burning as the chemical vapors entered her body.

"Good bitch," her mistress said. "Now da udder one."

The rag moved to press the popper bottle against the other nostril, and Lois inhaled sharply again. One brown hair patted Lois on the head as she took the poppers away.

"Good, good," she said. "Yo' just relax now. Give it a couple minutes, and that knot will fill yo' up."

Lois Lane felt dizzy, but the words—and that head pat—filled her with a warmth she couldn't describe. She slid up and down on the thick plug in her ass. Felt her once-virgin asshole stretch so good around the widest part of the toy...and eyed the big one, the five-inch diameter monster that would fill her ass or destroy it.

Her mistress planted it on the floor before her, bending over so her saggy brown breasts and greying dreads dangled downward. Upended a bottle of lube and let it ooze out onto the great solid mass of silicone.

"Yo' can do whatevah yo' put yo' mind to," the Black woman said. "An' what I'm tellin' yo', is yo' gonna take all dis up yo' ass. Like givin' birth backwards. An' yo' gonna love it. When yo' leave here, yo' gonna have accomplished somethin' to be proud of. Memory yo' can carry wit' yo' always."

Maybe it was the ****. Maybe it was the voice whispering in the back of her head, urging her on. Or just the fact that her mistress was the one saying these words....but Lois Lane couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The pain in her ass dulled to a warm ache, like after a good workout.

Yet even with all the ****, the practice, the lube, the encouragement—a part of Lois Lane wondered if she could actually take the Big One.