Epilogue: Walkies

Night came on. Lois Lane felt the anticipation build within her as the moon came out...a full moon. Lots of light...

Her fingers tugged at the ring on her collar as she fluttered through the apartment. Stripping out of her office wear. Her underwear. In the bathroom she ran the razor over her legs. Down across her crotch, the razor scraping slightly against the stubble. Rubbed the skin cream in there, until she was smooth and slick. Eyes always looking at the clock...

Lois was just completing the enema and slipped in the plug when the clock struck 2330. Halfway to midnight...

Hands curved around her body from behind. The reporter felt her heart jump, spooked by their sudden, quiet appearance. They traveled up over her breasts, trailing something.

CLICK.

The leash was in place. Lois felt a sense of completeness run through her.

"Are you ready?" Angelica slid one hand down between the reporter's cheeks. There was an odd little pressure as her fingers tapped the base of the plug in the reporter's ass. It was easier to get in now, much easier than when they had started. "Might be time to get you a bigger one. Would you like that, pet?"

"Yes Mistress," Lois said, eyes bright with excitement. She had been thinking the same thing herself, but she had made herself wait.

"Good. Get your coat," Blaze told her. Her lips pressed very briefly on the reporter's neck. "It's time for walkies."

Feet in heels. A trenchcoat over her nakedness. The leash was fed down through the right sleeve of her jacket, and Blaze slipped the loop of it around her own wrist. To anyone that was watching, they were simply two women walking hand-in-hand.

Until they got to the park.

There was a little path that led through a stand of trees. Barely a mile, good for a quick jog. Once it had been dark and secluded, but there had been **** deals, muggings, rapes. Now it was well-lit with a series of bright lamps. Almost abandoned at this hour. Almost.

Blaze let go of the leash. Lois Lane took a deep breath as she took her coat off.

The midnight air was cool on her skin, raising the gooseflesh. But that wasn't why the reporter's nipples were hard, or her belly fluttered. Her breath quickened as Angelica Blaze reached out and took the leash again. She wanted to look around, to see what eyes were on her, but she didn't dare.

Lois Lane got on all fours. As she had been taught.

They began to walk.

The dirt path was hard but dry against her palms and knees. It always felt so natural to be naked, but in public... Lois could barely restrain herself, juices running down her thighs. Sometimes there were homeless people here. People out walking. She was sure they had been glimpsed, once or twice, but no one had confronted them about it, not yet.

Blaze strolled slowly by her side, utterly confident and unworried about it all. As though nothing in this world could touch her. The reporter wondered what would happen, when they were eventually caught. It seemed inevitable, even with precautions. Lois had laid awake at night worrying about that, what it would mean to get arrested for indecent exposure, for her job and her reputation...

They were halfway through the circuit when Angelica stopped. She looked down at Lois.

"When was your last period?"

Lois blinked.

"Two weeks ago." she said. Two weeks after that night in the club. It had been a weird relief when her period had started, knowing that she hadn't been impregnated that night.

Blaze unzipped her jeans. The cock was already hard.

"Stay," she commanded as she moved behind the naked reporter.

Her body quivered as she struggled not to move. A part of Lois couldn't believe this was really happening. Here, in public. That she was letting it happen. She could still run, get her coat, go back to her apartment...

The tip of the dickgirl's cock brushed against the reporter's fresh-shaved pussy. The wet lips parted easily as the familiar cock slid home. The leash tugged taut, over the reporter's left shoulder as Angelica sank her dick deep inside the reporter's pussy, her other hand pressing lightly on the anal plug.

"Stay quiet," Blaze warned as she began to pump in and out. "Unless you want them to hear you. Want them to come and see you getting bred like a bitch."

She leaned close, whispering in Lois Lane's ear. "My bitch. Touch yourself."

On her knees and one hand, Lois slid the other between her legs. She rubbed at her clit as Blaze pumped, the hard cock sliding easily in and out of her slit. Fucked like a dog in heat, the reporter could feel the flush rising on her face, breath coming in short gasps. How long until they both got off? How long until someone saw them?

Steps. Sneakers on dirt. Coming closer and closer. Lois panted, bucking against Blaze, the leash and collar keeping her close as she rubbed herself more furiously, not sure whether she was hearing things or if it was all in her head...

Then she was there, just for a moment. A tall, red-headed woman in a jogging suit, reflective stripe across the front. The eyes went wide. She ground to a halt. For just a second, as Lois Lane came, their eyes met. Then she was turning, red pony-tail bobbing as she retreated, steps getting further away.

Blaze pulled out. Something warm and wet ran down the reporter's thighs. The dickgirl, panting softly, let the leash go slack a bit as she zipped up.

"Let's finish our walk." She told Lois. The reporter, limbs shaking, orgasm still shuddering through her body, stiffly moved forward on all fours.