Lois Wakes From One Nightmare To Another

Cold sweat plastered the reporter's body as the teeth bit through her dream-self's eyelids. Her violet eyes peeled open, heart hammered against her breastbone, her every nerve and muscle on high alert...and the scene that she awoke to was no less a nightmare than that which she had left.

The reporter was on her back, arms spread. There was something in her mouth, a hard rubber ball...straps tied it to the back of her head. Cloth bands were tied around the reporter's wrists, to tie her securely to the bed.

Blaze, who had stuffed a pillow under the reporter's hips, held her legs and continued to plunge her cock in and out of the reporter's pussy.

"Oh, you're awake."

The reporter tried to speak, but with the ball-gag, her words came out as only an inarticulate gurgle.

"Well, you wanted to get pregnant," Blaze said. "So I thought I'd grant your wish. I'm going to keep you in this bed and fuck you whenever I want until you're knocked up. Anything we need, we'll order in. I'll call in to your work and told them you've come down with something, sick as a dog, you need a few weeks off...it should only take a few weeks to see if you miss your period. Six weeks before the pregnancy tests are accurate. Think of it as a vacation."

The reporter instinctively pulled against her bonds. This couldn't be happening, this was insane, this was...

Angelica Blaze smiled, and leaned forward. Her nipples were hard, and gleamed with sweat. She brushed the dark hair out of Lois Lane's face.

"You know, I really didn't think you'd call tonight. When I saw you enter the club...I had a feeling you might make it down to the shrine, but to succumb so swiftly to the minor enchantment on that statue you must have really wanted this."

There was a knock at the door. Blaze gave Lois a smile. Not her Mona Lisa smile, but something more open and honest.

"You wanted to know what happened to the missing women, didn't you?"

Lois Lane heard her front door open. She turned...and saw four women carrying bags into her apartment. Women she recognized from their social media posts. Diana Reynolds, Jenny Dunlap, Mara de la Cruz, Tonya Wong...the women she had gone to the club to find.

"We have everything you asked for, mistress," Tonya said. "Bedpan, pregnancy tests, food, water, sponges..." the small Asian woman shuddered as she looked at the naked, bound reporter on the bed. "Is this the Mother of the Antichrist?"

"She will be," Angelica beamed. The dickgirl's cock seemed to jump in the reporter's pussy. "Lois, these are my acolytes. They'll be seeing to our needs over the next few weeks. You'll be seeing a lot of them."

This can't be happening, Lois thought to herself as she struggled against her bonds. This is a nightmare, I must still be dreaming, I'm...

Blaze grunted, and Lois felt a dribble of semen **** out of her overstuffed pussy, to dribble down her ass.

"Is it everything you ever wanted on your night out, Lois?" the dickgirl said with a grin. She reached down to pat the reporter's flat stomach. Lois felt queasy as she thought of all the sperm that sloshed around deep inside of her.

"You're going to be a mother!"