Rebel

Somewhere, deep inside of Lois Lane's mind, a part of her sat unmoved by the pounding music, the incessant orders, the flashing lights. Her hands twitched as she reached for the cum dumpster before her, cock throbbing up and down, drawing her down toward the wet, warm, waiting hole. Yet Lois struggled against the instructions—resisted the strange, alien influences trying to compel her mind and body against its basic instincts and rational wishes.

Lois Lane's hands grasped the plump, muscular cheeks of Diana Reynolds and pried them apart, exposing her juicy cunt, the tiny pink rosebud of a bleached asshole.

...CUMinHerCUNTjizzInHERpussySPLURTyourSemenINherVAGINA...

"I'll cum," the reporter growled, "wherever I damn well please!"

So saying, Lois brought the tip of her turgid erection to Diana Reynold's ass.

The cum dumpster squealed as the dickgirl squeezed her dripping girldick into the strangely well-lubed asshole. Lois grunted, surprised at the ease with which her prick was sliding up into the soft, tight, welcoming rectum of the clearly labeled cumdump.

She must have been trained to use her ass! The reporter thought, her mind suddenly more clear as she stretched the blonde's ass around her dick. Lois essayed a few quick strokes before plunging her cock in to the base, observing how her dick came out clean, except for a slight layer of clear goo. No, more than that, she's been cleaned out...recently! They must have used anal stimulation to reinforce her mental and physical conditioning...but who is they?

Lois panted, ignoring the flashing lights and incessant soundtrack that urged her to spill her seed in the waiting cunt. The cumdump herself seemed confused, but unresisting as the cock plunged in and out of the wrong hole. Every stroke seemed to bring Lois more back to herself, the reporter's instincts alive as she picked up every little detail...small LexCorp logos worked into various pieces of equipment, the way the music and lights were synched together.

The cumdump moaned and tightened up as Lois Lane brought her hand down on her ass with a hearty smack, threatening for a moment to squeeze the dickgirl's cock off...and heightening the reporter's sexual impulses to the highest degree. The dickgirl leaned over the blonde and reached around to grab her swinging tits with her bare hands, pounding her cock in and out of the asshole, feeling her climax building as she squeezed and fondled the soft, flopping breasts.

The lights and soundtrack quickened their pace, urging Lois to plug that puss, to empty her cum into the waiting womb, to stop sodomizing the poor cumdump.

The reporter roared her defiance, climax approaching, seed boiling inside of her, **** for release...