Maybe After A Few Orgasms

The dildoes weren't just vibrating randomly. They seemed to synch with the movements on the screen, the pumping suction on the reporter's tits. Lois Lane let herself relax, for just a moment, and motors in the leather chair began to subtly pulse, massaging the muscles in her back that had ached from just a few moments of carrying her swollen teats.

The reporter sighed, finding it so easy to sink back into the chair. Stare straight ahead at the screen, the erotic images sinking into her brain as the vibrating plugs in her cunt and ass found just the right spots. It was like her whole body and mind were being eased into a state of total...not relaxation, exactly. Arousal, maybe. Lois could definitely feel her breath quicken as the pumping began in earnest, milk oozing out of her leaking holes and her swollen tits struggling to make more.

A warm liquid was being pumped into her ass, and rather than feeling the anxiety of needing to go to the bathroom, Lois just felt...pleasantly full. The vibrator inside her pussy was shifting to a higher setting, and Lois gasped softly...and then she heard the other women gasp too, each in their own voice. On screen the shifting patterns were intensifying. Lois could barely cling to any single image, they came through so fast. Images of monstrously swollen breasts, breastfeeding mothers, cows with grossly distended udders hooked up to industrial farming equipment.

It shouldn't have been erotic...it should have been appalling. Yet Lois found herself squirming in her seat, the women next to her all moaning in time, and the reporter grinned as she sensed that they were all, somehow, being fucked at the same time. Brought to the same edge of titillation, like a group of lemmings running toward the cliff, or a group of cows being herded into the barn, ready to be bred or slaughtered. That should have horrified her, but as the moans got louder and louder, and white milk sprayed into the cups, Lois found herself panting as long and loud as any of them...and when they went off together...

Her cunt and ass clamped on the invaders. The plug in her ass reversed, sucking instead of pumping, and Lois felt a weird thrill as her bowels vacated. Her pussy squirted messily over the seat as she screamed, toes clamping, nipples spraying uncontrollably, and from the sound and smell of it, each of the other women was feeling the exact same way, the slow electric compression of muscles radiating up from her cunt until Lois Lane's whole body seemed to squeeze, tits thrust out, eyes straining to stay open and stare at the screen as silver sparks exploded in her brain.

Lois and the women sagged, limp and panting, as the cycle came to it's close...and Lois determined that while yes, she would escape, she'd go through...oh, four or five more orgasms like that first. After all, she could stand up at any time.