Chapter 9 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Resist The Urge

Better not, the reporter thought. She still didn't know exactly what was going on here. For all she knew, pressing that button would squirt soap or bleach into her pussy. That would not be good.

So she sat there, letting the dildo pound away at her pussy. It had been months since Lois Lane had made love with another human being, and the cock was definitely scratching the itch. She bit her lip and manipulated the controls to tweak the experience. Let the cock piston a little faster, a little harder...she made it a little longer, a little thicker. Her pussy stretched to accommodate it, and the reporter's heart hammered in her chest as she felt her climax approach...and then she closed her eyes and just let it happen.

"Aaaah!" Lois cried out, her hands clutched onto the arms of the chair as the dildo pounded away at her box. Bright, clear liquid spurted from her pussy over the blurred artificial dick, and Lois knew she wasn't normally a squirter, but the sudden intense release after so long without cock had sent her over the edge.

Lois didn't even know anything was wrong until the series of clicks as the shackles closed around her ankles and wrists.

The reporter's eyes opened...and she found herself gripping the chair, the controls gone, white plastic loops, padded on the underside, holding her in place. The dildo continued to piston in and out with mechanical regularity, and Lois Lane, coming down from one climax, felt her oversensitive body begin to respond...

Time began to lose its meaning. The white light was constant, the brutal pounding of the sex toy between her legs never stopped, and Lois Lane could feel a whine grow in her throat as her cunny was fucked hard and fast and without mercy...and she could not longer even adjust the size or speed of the vaginal ****. The reporter felt sweat trickle down her ribs as she sought to move, to lift herself off the toy just to get a moment of relief...but nothing worked.

She was stuck there until the program ran its course.