Buttgirl Being Fisted Up To The Elbow

It was a film set, with lights and gaffers, cameras focused on the target, the director staring at the monitor...and front and center, under bright lights, a woman in mask and cowl on all fours, her bright green cape draped over one shoulder. Her sizable ass cheeks were being spread apart by a figure in an all-grey bodysuit, marked with "MINION #001" on the chest in all capital letters...and an identical figure with "MINION #002" currently had one grey arm ensconced in Buttgirl's ass.

"Aaaargh!" Buttgirl screamed...but it was not a scream of pain. Lois and Maria, holding their breath, tiptoed closer to the action. The reporter could see juice dripping from Buttgirl's labia, the smears of lube that ran down her naked thighs to her bright green boots.

"Give up, Buttgirl!" A villain came on stage. She was some sort of female bodybuilder...muscular arms bare, forearms as thickly corded as Popeye, latex gloves on her hands, the rest of her dressed in latex vest and pants. "Or you will face the fury of the Fighting Fister!"

"Never!" Buttgirl screamed in defiance. "My ass can take all you have to give!"

"Oh you think so?" The Fister grabbed MINION #002 and yanked them forcefully out of Buttgirl's anus...and Lois and Maria caught a glimpse of the massive gape, Mara de la Cruz struggling to hold it as one of the cameras zoomed in on the cavernous pink pit that had once, presumably, been a tight butthole.

"Jesus, she's never going to shit solid again," Maria whispered.

Lois couldn't disagree. Already MINION #002 was drizzling lube into the gaping anus as the Fister got on her knees, lined her arm up...and punched forward.

"Aaagh!" Buttgirl yelled. "Is that all you have? My mother fists me harder than this!"

"You'll feel me, Buttslut!" The Fister growled.

Lois Lane watched in something between fascination and horror. She had never watched porn being made, and she was aware suddenly of the heat in the room, the sweat dripping off the face of man holding the microphone above the scene to catch every moan and gasp, the medical personnel standing by, extra minions with their masks off ready to be called in...

...and it became obvious to the reporter that there was no way she was going to be talking to Mara de la Cruz. Not until Buttgirl took a break.