Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Can Lois take the Big One?

Not Tonight

Lois Lane bore down. Her anus stretched like a taut, pink rubber band. She held her ass cheeks apart as she bore down with all her weight, teeth bared. Slowly...achingly...Lois felt it slide in a little deeper...a little more...

Then a heavy hand fell on the scruff of her neck.

"Dat's enough for t'night, girl. Don't ya go hurtin' yaself. Ya don't have ta take da whole ting at once. We gots nights and nights ta train ya ass."

The reporter was a bit butthurt—literally and metaphorically—as the Black woman half-pulled, half-guided her off of the Big One. Her little hole ached, and her knees wobbled as her mistress guided the reporter into the bedroom and made her lay down on the big four-poster bed. The reporter was barely aware of the rest of the room, which was bare of furniture except for a number of implements hanging from straps on the wall.

The ice pack laid across the reporter's aching asshole made her hiss...and then the cold began to suck the heat from her throbbing anus. Lois didn't even want to think what it would be like to go to the bathroom in the morning.

The Black woman, meanwhile, took a chain wound around one of the bed's posters, and slipped the cuff at the end of it around the reporter's wrist, cinching it tight enough that the reporter couldn't slip out of it. The naked reporter looked up at her as the old woman proceeded to the next bed post...

"Dis room ain't fer sleepin'," she said to Lois, as she cinched the next chain tight about the reporter's ankle. The reporter's heart began to hammer in her chest, wondering what was in store now. "You an' me gots a lot left to do t'night..."