Mother of Champions

Another spyhole. Another bedroom. The theme was Chinese this time, red lacquer furniture, emerald brocade curtains richly embroidered with sinuous, twisting dragons, lit by strings of red paper lanterns.

There was no bed—only a sort of couch upholstered in red silk...and on it, a heaving pale form, in the center of five sweating, naked black bodies. Lois could only see part of the woman at the center of it at any time...every hand and orifice was occupied. Slim hands stroked hard brown shafts with bulbous purple tips; a cascade of dark silky hair spilled out on her back as her buttocks pumped up and down on an unseen pair of shafts...and just for a moment, when the man in front had finished in her mouth and moved off, did she see the bloated tits and white dome of her belly.

"She's..." Lois whispered.

"The Mother of Champions. A Chinese superhero with the power of superfecundity." Maria finished. "Some of the Triads have a fetish for her. Otaku nerds too. A pregnant superheroine."

Lois watched, fascinated. One of the men had finished, but another had taken his place to fill up the empty hole. She wondered how many of them there were. How many the whore had already taken.

"It's not easy to find a pregnant whore. Sometimes they have...breeding parties. Just for play, you know. They have a whole script. The Mother of Champions doesn't just pop heroes out of her twat. She has to conceive them. None of the women involved need to get pregnant. They all have the option of birth control. But...not all of them...take it. There's a hefty bonus, to be the Mother of Champions."

The woman on the couch flipped over. Hands grasping for hard dicks. Eager mouth gasping for air. Lois could see her face clearly. Ecstasy. Lust. Pure desire.

"It makes me wet, sometimes." Maria admitted. "I never really thought about having a kid but the...danger of it. The freedom. Once you're pregnant, it's not like you can get more pregnant, right? You can do anything. Indulge in anything. Already did the crime, might as well enjoy the sin. I've stood here and fingered myself during the breeding parties. Imagining it was me on that couch. Getting fucked pregnant. But it wasn't."

Lois turned to see her sad smile. "I'm not Asian, y'know? I could never be the Mother of Champions. Let's...see something else."