Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Which movie does Lois choose?

Train Her Holes With Black Cock

"Bl-black Cocks," Lois said, trying to channel her inner bimbo. "I like black cocks!"

"If you don't, you will by the time you're done," the Black man.

Lois blinked. The tone of his voice was wrong. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and Lois suddenly felt ****. She was suddenly aware that one of the men had picked up a camcorder...and that Tyrell had left, with her jacket.

Which had her wallet and smartphone.

"So...is there like...a script or something?" Lois said, giving a girlish giggle. Her eyes focused on the man in front of her, and instinctively she leaned forward and shook her swollen knockers...but some of the men were already standing up, moving around her...

Even though she had half expected it, Lois was surprised when the Black man in a bad suit lunged forward and grabbed her naked tits. Lois pulled back, and almost screamed at the sudden pain in her chest as his fingers dug into the sensitive jugs. It was less than a heartbeat and other men had grabbed her arms. Instinctively, Lois kicked and stamped, aiming for shins and toes...but then a big brown fist buried itself just below her solar plexus.

The reporter's eyes bugged out as pain wracked her body. People who don't fight have no appreciation for body blows. A hard enough punch to the kidney or liver can make you pass out and piss blood. Her legs went suddenly weak and Lois sagged in the grip of the gangbangers holding her.

A hand roughly grabbed her chin and pressed at the corners of her jaw. Lois opened her mouth to scream...and felt the handful of pink pills **** into her mouth. The reporter tried to spit, but the big black hand clamped tight over her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut.

"Swallow, bitch," he said, as Lois tried in vain to shake her head. "Swallow, or I'll use those titties as punching bags."