I Want To Be

Lois said, quietly.

"It isn't a—it's not your normal fantasy. More of a fear. I've been in places, situations, where I wasn't in control. One wrong move and I could have been dead, or worse. Gone undercover in gangs, with prostitutes...I've never whored myself out, but what if I had? What if I'd been with a john, and suddenly said no? What if Superman wasn't there to save me this time?"

She squirmed, her pussy tingled a little at the thought, but somehow she couldn't stop her mouth, once she got going. "I-I've had dreams about that. About what he would do to me, if he wanted to. There's nothing I could do to stop him. Like a Vulcan in pon farr—just, some alien heat. He would have to fuck something. Maybe it would be me. And I wouldn't be able to respond at all. That kind of power—humans would have to **** my legs open, but if I didn't open then for him, willingly, he wouldn't even have to ask. He could break my legs. Could burn them off until they were stumps, spike me on his dick and fly around Metropolis, so everyone could see Lois Lane, Superman's whore..."

"You've had that dream more than once." Blaze stated.

Lois blushed, and nodded. "Not always Superman. Not always that...aspirational. Sometimes I'm just **** on my knees, as someone rips off my panties, and sticks their cock in my hole."

"You like it." Blaze said.

"Yes. No. Sometimes, when I wake up, I'm...wet. Excited. The pulse of adrenaline. I don't like it. I don't like the image in my head, the idea of it. But it's...there. And there's only one way to make it go away."

"You masturbate." Blaze smiled.

"Or worse." Lois said.

"Worse. What do you mean?" Blaze's voice whispered in her ear.

"There's...a chat program. Very private. No faces. Just me and the webcam and...the person on the other end. They make requests. I make requests. I like them to watch me. I like them to describe what they're doing to me. My pussy on display, squatting on a dildo, reading about how they want to pound my holes, call me a slut, a bitch, a whore, a victim...if they only knew they were jacking off to Lois Lane, star reporter of the Daily Planet, my life would be over. But sometimes it's the only way I can get a little bit of the...excitement, a little bit of the loss of control." Lois smiled. "But now you owe me a question."