The Hook

Hands grasped her unresisting arms and drew them above her head. She could feel the ropes being tied, and tightened her forearm instinctively, bulging the muscle out to create a bit of slack later. Old habits.

How many times have I been tied up? Lois wondered. It seemed like hundred, maybe thousands. The first time, she had felt so helpless, she'd started studying escapology. Which led to her learning about rope play...nothing she'd ever done with a partner, not yet, but Lois Lane had learned how exciting it was to feel ropes criss-crossed over her naked body.

Scaly fingers pried apart her buttocks. Lois was glad no one could see her blush as they **** her legs apart. Wet fingers pressed roughly against her hole. Lois smelled canola oil...what used to be called rapeseed oil, before some marketing genius changed it. She wondered what they would have used in Sumer, in Babylon. People were horny and creative then. They must have used something.

The metal ball of the hook was cold against her asshole, and the reporter was obscenely grateful. It felt like one of those sex-toy hooks, safe as these things go. No sharp spike to tear at her anus. Though she had never done this before, Lois knew about suspension. It was all about distributing the weight properly. The hook would have to go in deep...and then they'd hang her by her arms...too much weight on one point at it would hurt, the skin could tear...

It felt huge against her virgin back door. She gasped as it was pushed in, even with the lubricant it was a rough, sudden penetration that left her asshole burning. Her body's first instinct was to squeeze it out, to expel it, but Lois grimaced and tried to **** herself to relax.

Try as she might, she couldn't close her asshole. The hook held it open. The strange, scaly hands worked it in deeper, until the bend of the hook was flush against her buttocks.

They began to hoist her up. Lois felt the weight of her body settle on her bound wrists, the hook digging deeper into her ass. The reporter tried not to wriggle, like a fish on a hook. To go limp, let her arms take as much of the weight as possible. The hook was digging so deep inside her ass.

Lois hung there, naked in the dark. Just like Inanna. Now all she had to do was wait...and pray that someone would come to rescue her.