I Was

Lois Lane's footjob stopped. Her toes gripped the swollen head, and a trickly of something wet seeped in the skin between them. Blaze chewed on her lip for a moment, and then went on.

"I don't...I haven't talked to anyone about this. Ever. Where I'm from...the prison...any show of weakness was taken as an invitation for exploitation, attack, a chance to show their own strength. It didn't matter that we were all locked up in there together. My brother and I...when we were younger...when we came of age...we had each other's backs, always, but we were alone. Our mother didn't protect us, couldn't. Knew it was sink or swim."

The hand shook a little as she poured the last of the wine into her glass, but the dickgirl went on.

"We were strong, but one time...I was grown. My brother wasn't there. He'd been summoned. I was a little anxious without him, but also confident. I was tall, strong...there were already those that feared me. I thought I could take care of myself, that I was safe."

She sipped the wine, and Lois could feel the dickgirl's pulse race through the cock pressed against her foot.

"There were six of them. Bigshots. They'd been waiting for an opportunity, made a plan...and with my brother gone...they put that plan into action."

Her voice had gone small and soft...the accent a little thicker...the dark eyes inscrutable...and Lois wondered if this was what Angelica Blaze really sounded like, when she wasn't putting on her mask of strength and lust.

"One of them did not survive the attempt. The rest still carry the scars I gave them. But I was overpowered...out-thought, out-fought...four of them held me down, and the fifth...they took turns. Over and over. I snarled, I cursed, I...I kept...I kept vowing vengeance as one by one they penetrated me. It hurt, and it went on and on. When they were all done, the first one was ready to go again. They smiled. They struck me. But they didn't stop. And about the time they were on the third round I...almost...I almost begged. But I knew that wouldn't work. That would only encourage them. They didn't care about fucking me, it wasn't about pleasure. It was a power play. They wanted the bragging rights, they wanted to show that they were above me. Then...then they brought out...tools. Things to penetrate me with. Chains. Needles to pierce the skin. Having failed to break me with their cocks, they wanted to use pain...humiliation..."

Blaze tossed back the empty glass.

"My brother came back, eventually. We almost destroyed them, together, but they fled...and he told me it wasn't worth it, the vengeance. They couldn't brag, not after I had killed one and we had beaten and broken the other five. That it was just a distraction, and he wanted to tell me about his plan...how we got out, the first time. He told me I would heal, in time, and I did. But I never forgot. No, never."

Those dark, inscrutable eyes rose to meet Lois Lane's gaze.

"I think it was after that I began to prefer women. I wasn't afraid of men. I've proved that to myself, many times, but...I've never told anyone about that before."

Lois nodded. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

They sat there, somewhat awkwardly. Lois Lane tried to process everything that Angelica Blaze had said to her. She knew the dickgirl could be lying...but her body language, the tone of her voice...if Blaze was lying, she was the best actor Lois had ever known. After an experience like that, the reporter could well see how Blaze would have difficulty with normal relationships.

That left only one question left to ask...