Blaze Humiliates Lois Lane Further

Shame burned through Lois Lane as the crowd pointed and cheered, laughed and hollered. Utterly naked and on display. Even through the alcoholic haze, she could feel the wet squelch of the jizz in her pussy. Angelica Blaze's prick hadn't softened at all, and yet every time the reporter tried to stand or twist off of the cock inside of her, Blaze's arms and hands shifted to hold her close...and when at last the reporter had swiveled around to face her fucker, the dickgirl met her with a smile, her hands clutching at the reporter's ass and refusing to let go, hot lips latching onto the reporter's collarbone and sucking the salt from the skin.

Lois Lane groaned—but what made it worse than being naked and fucked in public was that Blaze's hands and fingers weren't idle. They spread her cheeks, so that the reporter's winking asshole was visible to the entire bar. The reporter's entire face burned with the **** of her embarrassment, and Lois desperately tried to get the dickgirl to stop, but Blaze was so strong...but the dickgirl wasn't done. She ran her tongue along the reporter's throat and up to her chin...and perhaps it was the light, but when Lois saw those dark eyes she swore the whites of them glowed with their own inner light.

"Still fighting it? Too late. My seed is already swimming toward your womb. You should just relax and enjoy it. I don't think you've had enough to drink yet, sweetmeat."

Without any seeming effort, Blaze stood up, still gripping the reporter's cheeks...and then lowered them both down to the floor, Lois on top. With an impressive effort, the dickgirl raised her legs until they rested in the chair—from which position Lois realized her ass was in the air, on clear display, and she herself was clutching onto Blaze's chest just to maintain her balance.

Before Lois could protest, she saw people come out of the crowd—four women, barely dressed in ragged club clothes—the missing women she had come here to find, to save. The reporter swooned as she leaned back in Blaze's lap, trying to find the words, the questions she needed to ask them...and then she saw what they were carrying.

The metal funnel ended in a small metal plug, a hollow tube connecting the two. Blaze held her tightly as the reporter tried to twist back around. One of the women was lubing the plug. The other, wearing latex gloves, poured a dollop of something cold and wet onto Lois Lane's ass.

Around them the crowd pressed in, eager for the next stage of the show. Lois quivered, nipples stiff as the plug slid into her ass. The reporter groaned at this new violation, the hard metal cold in her butt, the extra penetration making her pussy squeeze tighter around the cock. People already had their smartphones out, taking pictures, recording. If it had been possible to die from sheer embarrassment right then and there, the reporter would have.

"Butt-CHUG!" Blaze said, loud enough for everyone to hear...and the crowd picked up the chant, the reporter shaking in shame and sexual desire, dizzy and tongue-tied, unable to muster a defense as something was poured into the funnel.