Make Her Hurt So Good

The dickgirl slammed Lois against the wall of the stall so hard the door rattled. Blaze's hands slid down to cup the cheeks of the reporter's ass, her nails digging into the soft flesh. She brought her face within a hair's breadth of the reporter's...and pressed her mouth against the reporter's. It wasn't a kiss, exactly; Lois felt the dickgirl inhale sharply—and for just a second, so fast that Lois wasn't even sure she had seen it, she got a glimpse of something—someone else. Blood red skin, dark curling horns, and eyes like a white void, but that same strange, almost feral smile.

"I just stole your voice," Angelica told her, after she broke the kiss. "You can't scream or beg. If you want to call out to Superman or God or anyone to help—they won't hear you. Because I'm not going to stop until we're done. And if it hurts—when it hurts—I want you to know."

The dickgirl lowered her mouth to the reporter's neck and gave it a little bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for Lois to call out—

Except nothing came from her mouth. Not a whisper or a whine.

"You asked for this," Blaze whispered.

With inhuman strength, Lois Lane was lowered onto the cock. Her body shook in mute surprise. The dick was softer than she'd thought—she swore it had changed in consistency, so that what had been iron-hard now felt like it was wrapped in a loofah—but it was still fat and long. Her sphincter was **** open, wider and wider, a burning pain not quite like anything she had experienced before. It wasn't like losing her virginity...it was an entirely different kind of penetration. Instinct had her try to clamp down, to expel the intruder as it plunged deeper and deeper inside of her.

Before it was even halfway in, Lois felt herself clawing at Blaze's back, legs trying to push up on her hips, as if trying to climb the dickgirl, but the hands were pulling her down, farther and farther. A silent scream ripped from the reporter's throat as the last couple of inches of soft, squishy cock **** itself into her guts. Angelica's dick burrowed into virgin territory until it hit some impasse or barrier inside of Lois.

Then it stopped. The reporter could feel the balls against the curve of her ass. Blaze's mouth was sucking on the side of the reporter's neck, leaving a little trail of love-bites. Lois felt blood beneath her fingernails. Now that the stress of the sudden penetration was over, she realized it didn't really hurt as much as she thought. Her muscles were clamped and the rim of her ass burned, but it wasn't like being stabbed with a dagger.

The slam of the door and talking voices as women entered the toilets.

With a twist of her hips, the dickgirl began to pull her cock. Lois tried to groan, though nothing came out of her lips. She could feel her asshole pulling at the cock. Then Blaze pushed it back in. Just an inch of travel, either way. Completely silent. Lois could hear the women pee, the water in the sinks run as they washed their hands. One glance through the half-open door would show them what was going on...but they didn't look.

Nor did Blaze stop.

In and out, in and out, a little more of the cock traveling in and out of Lois each time, and now Blaze was nibbling at her ear, and Lois was beginning to feel...different...