Lois Needs To See It

The projector clicked off for a moment. A new show started.

Tony Wong was bound to the table. Gagged. Horse blinders strapped to her head, so that all she could see was the screen. But it was her other end where all the action was happening.

They had strapped a large, clear plastic funnel to her cunt. A line of naked men were jerking off behind her. Lois felt the breath leave her lungs as she stared at that line of hard shafts. It was like watching a train wreck in progress.

"Tonya was a lesbian. She wanted a child, but she wanted it to be...anonymous. And, I think, she had a certain fetish. One that I helped make happen." Blaze placed one hand on the reporter's shoulder. Her skin was so warm...

"Aren't you stuffy in those pants?" The dickgirl said to the half-naked reporter. "You can take them off if you want. It's just us girls here."

Lois Lane felt the tight pants digging into her waist. She did feel stuffy. The reporter stood up, still watching the screen, and began to peel off the tight red pants. Her pants, sticky with sweat and pussy-juice, came with them.

On-screen, she watched as the first of the men walked over to the funnel. His first beat furiously on his cock, he pointed it downwards, to where Lois knew the hole would be, pointing straight to the bound woman's cervix...and a shudder went through the reporter's body as white globs shot out. Three, four, five sticky ropes. He wiped the tip of his dick off on the rim of the funnel, to let the jizz run down into the captive cunt, and a moment later another man came forward for his turn...

Tonya Wong didn't move—couldn't, the way she was tied down—but Lois Lane's trained eye for detail saw the muscles bunch in her naked arms and thighs. Not trying to escape but...it must have been so frustrating, feeling that warm jizz slide slowly inside of you, but not to get fucked. To feel your pussy gaping open, waiting for the men to use you...or was she using them? Her breeding studs, nameless cocks providing her with the seed she needed for the baby she wanted. Teeth bared on the gag, eyes staring at the screen. Unable to look away from the screen. Just like the others.

Lois stepped out of her pants and stood there naked, thirsty again. There was something there...something about the screen. The reporter felt like she was on the verge of a discovery, of a great truth behind the mystery of the disappearances.

"Mara de la Cruz...where did she go?" Lois asked.

"With her boyfriend—fiance now—a little vacation in Puerto Rico. I believe he's going to propose to her soon." Angelica Blaze said.

"Tonya?" Lois said.

"A trial for some novel fertility ****. Requires round-the-clock medical observation for the first six weeks."

Two men approached the funnel at once. They reached over and began to stroke each other's cocks. Hands pumping furiously. Came almost in unison, their seed hitting in mid-air, falling into the waiting hole helplessly intermingled. Tonya really would never know which sperm knocked her up.

"What is she watching?" Lois felt like she almost knew the answer.

"Jenny Dunlap. Her lover. That's who inspired her to come here. Would you like to see that?"