Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What breaks first—Lois Lane's body or mind?

Lois Lane's Mind Breaks

With a heave, the Black woman pressed all her weight on the huge plug...and Lois Lane's asshole stretched almost to the breaking point...but the plug slammed home, the stretched-out-anus cinching tight around the thick base of the massive butt plug...

...and Lois Lane lost her mind.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had climaxed before. Had felt her heart leap, body tense. The electric thrill that ran up her spine and exploded in her brain. Seen silver stars burst before her eyes as her pussy clamped tight and her cervix spasmed. In those brief moments, Lois Lane had lost herself. Rarely, in the arms of some lover, more often on her own, legs jerking and eyes rolling back, breath hot and tight in her lungs, heart palpitating so hard and fast that she could feel it pulse against her breastbone, nipples so stiff they hurt.

Yet this...was like nothing she had ever experienced. The massive butt plug filled her poor ass to the breaking point, heavy as a cannonball, pressing against her pussy from the inside, squeezing her bladder. Her asshole was a taut pink rubber band around the thick neck, constantly straining and unable to expel the invader, even if she had wished to. Pain and pleasure warred and mingled inside of Lois Lane in ways she had never known...never even suspected.

She lay with her ass on the air, body twitching as climax after climax rolled through her body. Her gaping ass flexed, her cheek was pressed against the newspaper-covered floor, eyes rolled back in her head, drool oozing from her open mouth as the newborn bitch was lost in a haze of pleasure, utterly **** to the world outside of her.

"Da bitch is ready, mistress," the Black woman said, though Lois Lane, lost in her reverie, did not truly hear the words or understand their import. After all, as far as Lois had been aware, the two of them were alone in the house.

Yet there was quite a bit that Lois Lane did not know...and would discover far, far too late.

"You have done well," another woman's voice answered, deep and husky, the English tinted with some unplaceable Mediterranean accent. "It is only when they are utterly broken that humans are suitable for my purpose..."