One by One

Lois Lane had bought her first vibrator on her eighteenth birthday. She remembered how nervous she had been going into the store. How intimidating it was to see the artificial cocks in all of their shapes and sizes, sitting pristine in their plastic cases on the wall. She had blushed as she had picked a small pink wand, barely as big as her index finger. Paid in cash, just to avoid any possible trace. Was handed it in an unmarked little black plastic bag.

That night, after the party, when all the guests were away and the house was cleaned up...all on her own...Lois Lane had tried it. The little humming piece of plastic, just on the outside of her pussy at first. To see how it felt. To explore. Every part of her. Especially her clit...

A decade or more ago. Lois had grown up, and she smiled to think of the little, weak vibrator she had first had. Yet now...pussy and ass stuffed full of plastic eggs...there was that familiar creeping sensation down the back of her spine. Somewhere between apprehension and fear. Wondering what it would feel like.

*CLICK*

Lois Lane, handcuffed and blindfolded, legs spreadeagle, gasped as the first vibrations began to rumble through her ass. It was a dull, insistent buzz, deep inside of her...not quite what she had expected, though not entirely unpleasant. It was obviously the first of the eggs that Blaze has slid up inside her rectum.

*CLICK*

The second one began to go. This one was in her pussy, and Lois resisted the urge to quiver, to squeeze...the vibrations were that little bit off, so that she could hear them both at once, going in and out of phase with each other, feel them through the thin skein of flesh separating pussy and ass...

*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*...

Angelica Blaze took it slow. The eggs justled against each other, the reporter stuffed full, all the vibrations shaking her pussy and ass, and it was like the most slow and sensual **** that the reporter had ever dreamed of. Sweat began to build up, dripping down between her breasts, along her ribs...unconsciously the reporter began to strain against her bonds, muscles bunching and relaxing. It was good...but she wanted more.

Unbeknownst to her, Blaze was about to give it to her...