Invite Me Inside Your Head

Lois Lane had heard the phrase "when your blood runs cold," but she had never understood it...not until now. There was something about those words, Lois could almost hear them echo inside of her skull. Immediately, the reporter froze, every hair seemed to stand on end, and a sick sensation ran through her guts as she shivered as though in an arctic breeze.

The hand on her back crept forward, slipping under the reporter's shirt and jacket, the long slender fingers tracing the bumps on her spine. The tip of the cock continued to press painfully against the reporter's cervix.

"I want to see through your eyes, Lois. Hear what you hear. Just a bit of myself in your head...no power to compel you to do anything at all. Why, you'll hardly know I'm there."

The reporter's hands pulled at the walls and floor, but she was hooked by that cock as firmly as any fish. Not for the first time she cursed herself for the stupidity that had led her into this situation. Her mind raced, trying to think of some way out of this nightmare...

"I know you're scared Lois. I can smell it. I can feel your pulse rush. It makes my cock throb. A part of me so wants to simply bust my nut inside of you...to make you cum on my cock, and **** you to bear my spawn...but, I'm giving you this chance. Wouldn't you like that? Say yes, and I'll pull out and leave you alone. As if I was never here."

Lois didn't answer. She didn't know who the hell this person was, but the reporter wasn't stupid enough to believe whatever insane idea they had...

Insane, Lois seized on the word. Maybe that's it? Maybe they're just nuts? If I agree, maybe they'll just pull out and leave me alone...but no, if they were just insane, their cock couldn't curve like that, could it? They have to be...something more than that.

Swallowing hard, Lois found her voice.

"Before I give my answer...who are you? And what do you want to see through my eyes?"

The reporter let out a ragged breath. She was still scared and horny, but maybe if she could keep her **** talking, she'd have time to think up some way out of this.