Lois Lane Confesses

"I confess! I confess! I'm a witch!" Lois Lane cried out as the cameras focused on her swollen breasts. The ropes had tightened around the swelling tits until the great masses, now bigger than the reporter's head, were a vivid purple.

"She confesses!" Blaze said, the hooded dominatrix theatrical. "Good! Your soul will be saved...after we purify your body!"

"Huh?" Lois Lane's brow crinkled, confused...and too stupid to close her mouth as the hooded woman forced a ball gag between her lips and secured it behind the reporter's head. Confused, Lois shook her head, violet eyes wide. There was a tube extending from the ball gag...a black rubber hose that the hooded figure pushed into the reporter's mouth and down her throat.

Nor was the torturer done. As Lois hung there sobbing, tits stinging, something cold and wet pressed against her asshole...and she moaned in alarm as the lubed end of another hose pressed up and into her once-virgin ass.

"Pain, sister...pain will purify you in the sight of God!" the hooded figure's mocking voice assailed the helpless reporter. Lois Lane's pleading eyes went from the hooded dominatrix to the camera, but no one moved to help her...to save her...

Three of them had their cocks out, stroking away the sight of the big-breasted bimbo being tortured. The reporter quailed a little, her heart felt like an open wound in her chest as realization sunk in through her thick skull: none of them were going to save her.

Then Blaze turned on the water.

Cold water flooded down the reporter's throat and into her anus. Churning torrents of water filled her body with nowhere to go...and dimly, Lois remembered that the bimbo drug mostly worked by drawing on the body's fluids. More water meant bigger titties. Bigger titties meant more pain. They already hung so heavy on her chest, the skin burning as her tits surged forward against the rough rope...

"Suffer, little sister!" Blaze hissed. "Perhaps when you achieve true agony, God will forgive you!"