Epilogue: Aftercare

Lois Lane's asshole burned. The last cock slid out of her gaping hole, jizz spilling out onto the floor. The reporter's legs wobbled, and she had lost count of how many cocks she had taken, how many loads had been spilled inside of her.

Four hours can last a lifetime when you're getting fucked in the ass.

She hadn't had a single orgasm. Lois wasn't normally one to cum from anal sex—but as the cocks stretched and filled her, the heat inside her ass had grown and grown, and eventually she had reached a point where she was panting, cunt dripping, nipples hard and...it wasn't a climax, not like anything she had ever experienced with her pussy. But it had lasted a long time, a sort of burning, endless state of excitement when she had begged for them to fuck her harder, deeper, more...

...and even that gave way, after a while, to sheer fatigue. Lois was only human, her body had its limits. she could feel the sharp soreness in her asshole that spoke of possible tears, no matter how well she had prepared, no matter how much lubrication the cocks had used. By the time her lover came to get her, Lois could feel warm, stupid tears rolling down her face, asshole a throbbing ring of pain, and yet still ready to take the next prick.

Angelica Blaze, was surprisingly gentle as she lifted Lois out of the stocks. the reporter went limp in her arms, panting, leaking cum out of her much-abused hole.

"Time's up," the shemale whispered, as she carried Lois out of the room. "Was it everything you wanted?"

Lois' mouth was dry, her tongue swollen, throat harsh from the screams she had given earlier. "I just...needed to know," She croaked. "what it felt like for them."

Blaze kissed her very softly on the lips. "Of course you did."

The apartment was not far away; Angelica carried Lois over the threshold and took her immediately to where a warm bath was drawn. There was bottled water, and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice; Lois smelled dinner cooking, stomach suddenly rumbling—but there was one thing to take care of first.

The shemale laid Lois down on her side, on the floor of the shower. There was a hose there, plastic gloves, ointments. Lois shivered, feeling weak as a kitten, completely submissive as her lover turned on the water. Dozens of men had cum in her ass. It was time to get cleaned out.

Lois swallowed as gently hands pried her cheeks apart. the reporter didn't want to think about what her asshole must look like at this point...raw, red, inflamed, possibly specked with blood, but definitely a squishy, sticky white mess. The reporter could feel it between her cheeks, almost as though she had an accident.

Blaze said nothing, still smiling as she directed the hose toward the nasty orifice...and Lois hissed as the cold water hit her burning anus, as her girlfriend's hand wiped at her cheeks and thighs...and Lois panted as the hose went away.

"We need to do the inside now," Angelica began lubing up an attachment—soft, gentle bulbs with holes in them, screwed on to the end of the hose. "Are you ready?"

Lois nodded.

She was gentle, the attachment was well-lubed, and Lois' asshole was so loose she didn't know if it would ever be tight again. The reporter barely felt the little plastic nodules inside of her, except as a dim presence...and Angelica had to hold it in place as the water came out, rinsing away Lois' colon, filling her up in a way that was terribly like the enemas the reporter had gone through as preparation for her anal fuck-fest.

Then even that was gone, and Angelica was smearing something cool into the worn-out rectum, something that smelled of aloe and tea leaves. Lois sagged as her lover worked it as deep into her gaping asshole as her fingers would go, and Lois winced as the over-stretched sphincter was stretched once again. Something to numb the pain, to promote healing...and then it was gone, and Lois looked up at Blaze, who regarded her curiously.

"What is it?" The shemale asked. Distantly, the reporter was aware that Blaze's cock had grown erect, the tip of it pushing past the waist of her tight jeans.

"All those cocks...and...none of them...made love to my ass...like you do." Lois muttered, suddenly very tired. "Can you...check?"

Angelica smiled and rested her hand against Lois' stomach for a moment.

"It's okay, Lois," the shemale assured her. "The baby is alright."

And Lois smiled, sleepily, as Angelica Blaze picked her up to take her to the warm bath. After that dinner, and after that...the reporter's smile grew wider. I want one more cock inside of me tonight.