More...Please.

Angelica Blaze approached Lois. Bound to the cross, the reporter could not escape as she disrobed...and guided her hard cock so that it slapped against the reporter's whipped and wounded slit. Lois bit her lip and tried to turn her face away.

"It's different, isn't it?" Blaze whispered, staring into the reporter's face. Lois could smell her breath, like whiskey and raw meat. "That little bit of pain. It makes everything else so intense. Even the pleasure."

Angelica began to thrust her hips. Rubbing her cock against the reporter's dripping slit. Lois could still feel the sting of the whip-marks...but also the heat building up inside of her. She wanted that cock, but she knew she shouldn't have sex...not here...not unprotected...

A cheek nestled against the reporter's own. Warm breath on her ear. Blaze whispered.

"Let me give you a choice," Angelica said. "I have a condom with spikes on it...a tingler. Nothing that will tear your pussy to shreds, but enough that you'll feel it. The pleasure and the pain all mixed together. Safe and secure. Or...I can go in raw. And you can whimper and beg and curse and dare me not to cum in your pretty little pussy, as I fuck you until you bleed."

Lois shivered, unable to get the images out of her head. She turned to look at Blaze, gathering her self-control.

"What if I don't want to be fucked?"

The dickgirl's hands closed on the reporter's breasts and squeezed.

"Sweetmeat...that isn't an option," Blaze said. "You wanted more, and you're going to get it. Good and hard. Think of it as an experience. If you don't like it, you never have to experience it again. If you do..."

The dark eyes seemed to flash for a moment.

"...well, we can talk about that after."