Every. Single. One.

In Lois Lane's experience, sexual encounters were measured in minutes. Even during her most profligate days as a liberated young woman at university, she rarely managed to coax more than two or three ejaculations out of her male partners during any session. As a grown woman, she had come to appreciate slower-paced encounters...more foreplay, more oral sex, less of that frenetic penetration and grinding from inexperienced college boys. Yet during all of those encounters, she had been in control, setting the pace, able to say no and stop things if they got to be too much.

Now, tied down, cunt bared, and mouth gagged, Lois was very much not into control.

She never saw the men that took her. Some of them would run a hand up her thigh, or squeeze her ass cheeks. Watch her wet, pinky pussy part and drip...and then they would plug their dicks in. Without foreplay, for the most part. She was a tight, hot whole, and they were paying for her. Lois strained against her bonds, body securely fastened and unable to reject the intruders as they pumped their cocks into her at their own pace...sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Some were big and some were small..but every one of them would reach that point in their **** humping where they sped up. Where they lost any gentleness, when their balls slapped hard against her, and their breath changed to quick pants, and then...

Lois never felt the moment of ejaculation, inside of her. A tablespoon of hot cum, shot out toward the back of her pussy, or ooze out of their dick to leak into her canal. But every single time, when they pulled out, she'd squeeze her pussy and feel the hot, wet dribble leak out of her.

Then the next customer would arrive.

Simple penetration had never been enough for Lois to climax...but stimulation, constant stimulation, raised the sexual heat in her body to a boiling point. The press of many hands against her ass made her cheeks sore and rosy. Her labia grew slowly pink, then red and enflamed as cock after cock pushed their way into her hole. Lois moaned around her gag as her erect clit ground against the edge of the padded block she was secured to. Her toes curled. Her small breasts hung gree, nipples hard as diamonds...and as minutes turned to hours, Lois felt the anticipation rise in her, higher and higher, until once more in the middle of getting her sloppy slot slammed she shuddered and tried to scream, her cunt clamping tight against the cock so suddenly and unexpectedly that he blasted his seed straight into her, where her cervix spasmed and slurped up sperm.

Lois had read once that women did have a refractory period...but it was much less than men. Which is why, as her current customer pulled out, and Lois was heaving, heart pounding, silver spots dancing in front of her eyes, the next customer simply started to jackhammer her right away...and the men in line cheered him on as Lois Lane's eyes crossed, drool dripping down from around her gag as she experienced her next orgasm, right on the heels of the first.

It became a game, a fucking sprint, the men hard and ready , fucking her as hard as they could, coaxing unwanted climax after climax out of the reporter's overheated body, leaving behind a hot dribble of sperm just as the next customer slammed their cock into the still-spasming cunt.

Sweat dribbled down the reporter's naked body as the fucking went on, and on. She lost count of how many cocks had slid into her. How many loads had been shot inside her pussy...until she felt a cold sponge on her fevered brow, the exhausted reporter limp and panting her cunt an open aching wound, even her urethra burning...

"One hundred!" Blaze's voice rang out. "Who wants some more?"