A Strap-On

One of the "mistresses"—Tonya Wong—brought forward a kind of leather crotch harness. The fat black phallus hanging off of it was bigger than sex toy that Lois had ever seen in person. It was almost as long as her forearm, two inches in diameter with very little taper, a rounded, almost Art Deco head.

"That's...it'll split her in half." The reporter muttered. Tonya giggled.

"We call it the Pea," Jenny Dunlap smiled beneath her mask. "Because only real princesses can feel it."

"Don't worry, with enough lube, you'll be surprised what you can fit in—" Tonya giggled again.

"It feels a lot better," Angelica Blaze whispered from behind Lois, taking the lash from her hands. "If you can feel the base press directly against your clit."

Not without a degree of embarrassment, Lois realized that was her cue to take off her pants. Jenny disappeared behind the bound woman with a jar of lubricant, and Tonya stood nearby with the strapon.

Why am I doing this? Lois felt her pulse still pounding as she began to pull her tight pants and panties off. This is...insane! I'm about to fuck a woman with a massive strap-on!

She shivered as she stepped out of her pants...and then realized she was still wearing her panties. Without a word, Lois slipped her thong down her legs, revealing a mostly-bald pussy, the thin inner lips almost invisible within her slit, with a carefully trimmed that of black hair.

_Then again, I have already found the missing women...my job is basically done, even though I haven't gotten a chance to interview them yet. _Lois licked her lips. So...why not have a bit of fun?

Lois stood very still as Tonya slipped the straps of the harness around the top of her legs and tightened them, then worked the rest around her hips, so that the smooth cylindrical base of the huge dildo pressed firmly against her clit, the weight of it hanging there so low on her feeling somewhat awkward.

"How does that feel?" Tonya asked.

"A little tight," Lois admitted.

"Good! That'll give you more control." Tonya guided the reporter around behind the bound woman, who turned her head, trying to see, but unable to because of her position.

It was only as she viewed the woman's broad, muscular back that she saw that Jenny Dunlap had greased both of the woman's holes, her hard, bubble-butt slick and shiny with lubricant all the way down to her puffy pussy.

"Go on," Blaze told her. "This is what she's paying for. This is what she wants."

There was only one question left in the reporter's mind.