Yes, But She Has To Beg For It

Lois Lane's ass was sore. Stretched to the limit. Yet an exhilaration flowed through her as she read the comments on the screen, the anonymous perverts of the internet fapping themselves to the extent to which she had stretched her once-virginal hole. She waggled her ass slightly, and her mistress slapped her once, sharply, leaving a red handprint on her pale cheeks that faded over the course of heartbeats.

"Ya done good, bitch," the old black woman said. "Think this ass might train up fine. Get ya ta take some real big dicks."

The naked reporter bit her lip so hard that it hurt, not wanting to cry out as her mistress gripped the thick dildo in her ass, preparing to pull it out.

"I tink ya earned ya tail, bitch," the black woman said...and Lois remembered, amid the toys, seeing a long tail of faux-fur, hanging off a rounded black butt plug, as thick as the dildo had been. "But ya gots ta beg for it. So I'm gonna pull dis out...and ya's gonna hold ya ass open and beg for it, loud enough so all dem on da channel can hear how much ya want ya ass filled."

Lois Lane's whole body shook at these words. Her breath came in hot little pants as Lois felt the fingers digging into her backside. A part of her wanted to snap this dog collar off, to leave, anything to stop the endless cycle of humiliation and **** being streamed live...but another, more visceral part of herself, the imp of the perverse, the devil on her shoulder seemed to whisper into her ear: "Do it. You love it. You want more of it."

The old woman was strong. She pulled at the vast silicone cock, all nine inches of it, and at first Lois was afraid her insides would come out with it...and then it was sliding out easily, and the reporter struggled to hold her gape, eyes fixed on the screen as she tried desperately not to let her asshole close...and then it was free and she was staring into the depths of her own asshole, a bright pink tunnel, raw and streaked with red here and there, and in a loud voice she managed:

"Please mistress! Bitch feels so empty! Bitch needs something in her ass! Bitch needs her tail! Please please please!"

The old woman cackled. A dark hand moved forward, three fingers abreast with thumb and pinkie sticking out to the sides, and Lois watch and felt as they slid easily into her gaping asshole, and it was all she could do to hold it, even though her knees trembled and her pussy threatened to burst squirt down her legs and onto the floor.

"Well, what ya'll think?" The black woman addressed the audience. "Should we give da bitch a tail?"