Lois Does Not Love It

The Black woman was patient, yet firm. She gave Lois five minutes to get used to the plug...and then pulled it out, the next one lubed up and ready for her. With mounting disquiet, Lois slid each plug up her ass. Even with the loosening up, it was a little harder each time. There was no ecstasy, no rush of familiar pleasure as when Lois slid something up her pussy. She still had to fight the urge to vacate each time, winced as her poor ass stretched out wider than she was used to.

By the fourth plug, an almost conical black plug that was a full five inches long and a full three inches in diameter at the base, the doubts in Lois Lane's mind had crystallized. This had been a mistake. Her ass had gone from unfamiliar to uncomfortable. The sexual excitement of being naked in a stranger's house, taking orders, and shoving things up her ass had waned, and now all she was thinking of was escape.

Five minutes with a fat butt plug up your ass was a long time to think.

Give it a chance, the voice in Lois Lane's head said. Who knows? Maybe you'll learn to love it.

The reporter frowned. The voice sounded so much like her own...yet it was so opposite to what Lois Lane felt right now, that it stirred confusion and curiosity. The imaginary devil on her shoulder whispering terrible things to her, egging her on.

You're not hurt. You've come so far. Don't be such a baby. Plenty of people love it up the ass. Maybe you just haven't taken a big enough cock yet. Keep going. The voice said, echoing in the reporter's mind as though it emanated from a point in the very center of her skull. Aren't you a bit curious about the big one?

Lois glanced at the big one. It was shaped a lot like the one she was sitting on now, but the diameter was a full five inches in diameter, the soft body at least nine or ten inches long. Her ass ached just to stare at it.

The Black woman came up to Lois. Brown fingers pushed the hair back from a forehead wet with perspiration. A wet cloth ran over the reporter's face, like a grandmother cleaning up a petulant child after a meal.

"I see ya eyein' da big one," she said softly, voice deep and resonant. "You'll get der. Maybe sooner dan you tink..."

Which is when the cloth closed over Lois Lane's mouth. Chemicals burned her nostrils...and yet the voice in her head said simply: Breathe.