The Cock Curves

Dicks don't bend. Not when they're hard. Except this one did. Lois grunted into her sleeve, the walls of the tunnel almost seeming to close in on her as she felt it slid upwards...until she felt something she had never felt, outside of a gynecologist visit.

Something was touching her cervix. Pressing against it. Pushing forward.

Oh fuck no, Lois thought, as it dawned on her what was about to happen...and she ceased playing dead, her legs spasming and kicking, hands scrabbling at the walls and floor of the tunnel.

Except that hand held her in place, pinned down. The legs she kicked against were like the boles of trees, hard and unyielding. Millimeter by millimeter, the cock pressed against her cervix...discomfort growing inside of her as it was pressed back into her uterus. Lois cursed the wetness of her own cunt, hated the way her squirming seemed to rub all the right spots of her pussy against that cock...and Lois could feel her climax inching closer. The harder she fought, the more she rubbed, the sooner it would get there.

"That's right Lois," the voice echoed oddly in the tunnel. Lois couldn't even tell if it was male or female. There was a strange accent to the words, emphasis on the wrong syllables. That wasn't important to her. What mattered was it knew her name.

"That's what you're here for. You and your perfect little pussy."

As the strangely curved prick ground painfully into her cervix, a thumb slid up the reporter's fresh-fucked ass.

"When you cum...your cervix is going to spasm. It's going to try and slurp up all that yummy sperm it thinks has just been spat into your fertile twat. Going to try and draw all that up into you...because it thinks a big strong mate has finally pumped you full of their baby batter. Maybe that's what you really came down here for. To get bred like a bitch."

"No!" Lois screamed into the darkness...but already she could feel her body betraying her, a strange clamping in her stomach, pussy tightening around that throbbing dick, asshole squeezing the thumb that violated her.

"Unless..." the voice said. "You want to make a deal."

Lois Lane froze. Breathing hard. Throat raw. Body twitching. She hated herself for what she said next.

"What kind of deal?"