With Her Cock

Lois Lane's butt felt empty. It was an odd sensation, especially when her belly felt so full. Her whole body hung limp and listless in the ropes...and something inside of her wondered at that. This wasn't like her at all, to be so...complacent.

Something wet, warm, and hard touched her buttocks. Her asshole didn't hurt, exactly, but it still felt weirdly sensitive after the **** insertion of the hose. A little shiver ran up her spine as Blaze's hands gently stopped the reporter's spinning. The dickgirl guided her cock to the sensitive little orifice. It felt...very big.

"I've lubed it up," Blaze said. "Assholes aren't like pussies. They don't self-lubricate. They can stretch impressively, but you have to do it with care. Otherwise you can hurt yourself. An anal fissure would ruin this perfect ass."

Lois did nothing as the slick cockhead pressed against her hole. The rope holding her suspended began to feed, and her body descended...right onto that cock. Not fast, not hard, just...inevitable. The slick dick-head pushed into her warm asshole as though it was meant to be there. The reporter barely let out a sigh at this new violation. She knew it was only the beginning.

Blaze squeezed and kneaded the reporter's ass as she let the reporter's body get used to the presence of her dick. Fingers plucked at the rope, seeing them strumming...digging a little deeper into her flesh, making her breasts push out more. Her belly felt heavier than ever, the eggs growing. Lois imagined them, not with hard shells, but strange gelatinous membranes that could absorb nutrients straight from her body, growing, strength out her guts as they moved down, ultimately headed to the spot which Blaze had penetrated.

"Some women like it."

A thumb, slick with lube, fingernail blunted and smooth, pressed at the edge, where asshole met cockhead. Pushed hard, and Lois grunted as her asshole was stretched in a new way. Instinctively, her body tried to clamp shut, to push it out...but Blaze ignored the weak muscles, the tremors that moved through the ropes. Waited until they calmed down...and then began to move her thumb, sliding it around the cock, slowly forcing the asshole to stretch a little wider.

Lois said nothing. She could feel the emotions inside of her...the rage, the humiliation, even the lust. Yet they seemed so far away, locked deep down. So that all she could do was hang there like a piece of meat as Blaze completed the circuit of her ass...and then, not taking the thumb out, pressed her cock in deeper.