Chapter 14 by Zeebop

Can Lois Take The Bat?

Lois Takes The Bat

Rough hands pulled the reporter's arms and legs apart. Warm, hard shafts settled into her hands, which gripped them instinctively. A strange reptilian reek filled the reporter's head as Killer Croc's ballsack rested heavily on her face. The tip of his dick rested on her chin, dribbling precum.

Yet all Lois Lane cared about was the hard wooden surface, slimy with lube, dusted with ****, which was pressed against her pussy.

"Don't worry, baby," Harley Quinn laughed. "A woman's cunt is made to pass a child."

Lois Lane grit her teeth, determined not to cry out in pain, not to give the Clown Princess of Crime the pleasure of hearing her scream as the pressure on the reporter's slit increased. She wasn't sure that such a thing could ever actually fit up inside of her...but late at night, when feeling horny and lonely, Lois Lane had watched some porn videos where men and women took seemingly impossible insertions. The human body was an amazing thing, after all, flesh so elastic...but those videos were often the end result of weeks and months of stretching, lots of lube, poppers or other **** to relax the muscles.

All Lois Lane had was a baseball bat being wielded by a psychotic criminal.

Amazingly, to Lois, she felt things start to give. It felt too big, it was too big, but Harley was putting her weight against it and slowly but surely Lois could feel the hard, round rip forcing her lips apart...the pink tunnel stretching painfully...and then the very tip was in, and Lois felt her hips give an involuntary shudder.

"Relax, baby," Harley cooed, as she began to push and pull the bat. Every time she pushed, it went a little deeper inside of Lois, spreading her cunt a little more; every time she pulled it out, Lois could feel her pussy cling to the bat, as though it was going to be pulled inside out. "I'm just opening you up for the big man."

Something dribbled between Lois Lane's lips. Salty and musky. It must have been sweet, dripping off Killer Croc's enormous ballsack. The room itself was warm, but trapped beneath her dick and balls, Lois felt the air grow hot and close, perspiration starting to bead her forehead.

No article was worth this. She had to get out of here.

Then a voice rumbled: "My turn."