End: It's All A Sexy Game

Something warm pressed against the reporter's ass. Something soft pressed against her pussy.

"This dildo has synthskin. It's supposed to feel just like the real thing," Angelica said, an edge of excitement in her voice.

It did feel like the real thing, at least to Lois. In the dark, unable to resist even if she tried, the reporter quivered at the edge of excitement. The uncertainty ate at her, curiosity constructing elaborate fantasies...what if Blaze was lying? What if she really was going to stick her cock into the reporter's pussy, to come in her unprotected snatch? She said she wouldn't, but Lois had just met her...it was all a matter of faith, and the not knowing added a frisson of real danger to this encounter.

Both real and artificial cock were pressed against Lois Lane's holes at the same time...but while her pussy offered little resistance, her ass was another question. Lois gasped as the lubed-up cockhead pressed against the tight little sphincter, and Angelica ran a finger down along the shaft. Lois shook a little as the digit penetrated her...and then turned around inside of her, pulling upwards. The reporter could feel her body instictively straining against this violation, but it gave the dickgirl just the little bit of leverage she needed to presse her cock deeper into the bound woman's asshole.

"By Satan's scarlet shaft, you feel amazing," Angelica Blaze swore, as the head of her cock slipped in, and her finger slipped out. "Tighter than all the asses of the angels in Heaven, sweeter than all the cunts of the damned..."

Lois murmured something indistinct. She could feel her cheeks burn under the strange compliments, but more than that she could feel her asshole burning a little, and the dildo in her pussy was making both holes tighter...there was only so much room inside Lois Lane's pelvis, and as dick and dildo slowly slid in deeper, space was quickly running out.

Her ass hurt, a little. But it wasn't the kind of sharp pain that Lois thought she might associate with the sphincter being damaged, just the kind of burning as it stretched in unfamiliar ways, like a muscle during intense exercise going a little beyond its familiar tolerance. Lois smiled as she wondered if she should do this kind of thing regularly, and make her asshole stronger...

"You take it well," Blaze said. One hand rested on Lois Lane's stomach as she slowly pushed both cock and sex toy into their respective holes as far as they could go. "I bet you'd make a fine breeding ****."

Here's the roleplaying again, Lois thought to herself. Well, let's see if I can make this as exciting for Angie as it is for me.

"Did you want to breed me, Mistress?" Lois said in a soft, husky voice. "I'm so fertile today. Even a single drop of sperm in my tight little cunny could knock me up...I get knocked up so easily..."

"I'll bet you do," Blaze reached up to caress Lois Lane's left tit, one finger rubbing at a stiff nipple. "I'll bet all the men want to impregnate you. I can imagine you in your office, and every single prick you meet just wants to bend you over and empty their balls in your quim. They'd make a competition about it. Take turns. Leave you leaking sperm down your legs every day as they place bets on which one's seed did the trick. You get me so hard."

It was true, too. The cock inside Lois Lane's ass felt stiff and solid, while the one moving inside her pussy was a little softer, a little thicker. Lois could feel her body responding to the dual stimulation, but she wanted more. She wanted to be fucked.

"Oh, no mistress. You've got it all wrong. I've been so lonely lately. My body's been crying out 'breed me, breed me!' but nobody will so much as wave their cock in my direction. At this rate I'll never have a baby...unless..." Lois took a deep breath and reminded herself this was all a game. "...unless you want to impregnate me, mistress. Oh, I'd be ever so grateful."

There was a snort, as though from a bull. A hand pressed on the reporter's pussy, and Lois figured that Blaze must be holding the dildo in as she began to pull the cock in and out of the reporter's asshole—and once again, Lois got that sensation of burning, but it hurt a little less now. In fact, while she couldn't say it was quiete as pleasurable as having something in her pussy, it was very intense, and she found herself wiggling against her bonds, struggling to move her hips to meet the dickgirl's thrusts as Blaze began to fuck her properly.

Blaze's fingers rubbed her clit. The dildo crammed in her twat stuffed her full. And the cock sliding in and out of the reporter's ass was the critical limit atop everything else. Within minutes, they were both panting and gasping, lost in the act of the rut, and as Blaze's free hand began to squeeze harder on her breasts, tugged at her nipple, and wandered up to jam themselves in the reporter's mouth, Lois lost herself into their strange little fantasy. She clenched her ass and pussy, so full, her body so utterly ripe for fucking.

"I'm going to do it," Angelica said as her fucking picked up speed, a churning froth of lube making a sticky mess of Lois Lane's once-virginal asshole. "I'm going to breed your cunt, ****! You're mine, and mine alone! I'll lock you in a tower and fuck you every day until you're swollen with my seed, and then I'll take you out for nightly parades, utterly naked, so that the whole world can see your belly and tits swell with the inevitable results of your whoring!"

Lois was into it. Her asshole was really burning now, the heat and pain almost too much to bear, the dick stabbing in so hard and fast she could feel the ache of it deep within, and even her pussy began to hurt from clamping down so hard on the dildo stuffed in her cunt. She was so close, and just needed a little bit more to send her over the edge...and Lois knew what would do it.

"Breed me! Breed me! Fuck a baby into my belly!" The reporter screamed, and as Blaze's frantic fucking hit a faster pace, her fingers a blur on Lois Lane's cunt, the reporter arched her back and her buttocks flexed, her whole body tightening in a single slow shockwave that ran from her pussy and ass and out from there. Her thighs tried to clamp down on her lover's hips, the muscles in her arms bulged and strained as her wrists bit into the velvet-lined handcuffs, she thrust her tits forward and opened her mouth and even though it was pointless with the blindfold Lois screwed her eyes shut tight as an electric spasm seemed to go straight from her belly up through her whole body.

Throughout the entire convulsion, Blaze didn't stop her jackhammering. Not until Lois Lane fell back, chest heaving, sweat chafing her crotch and buttocks, something stick and nasty flowing down out of her asshole...and then and only then did Angelica Blaze thrust deep and grunt. Sweat fell down on Lois like warm, oily rain as the dickgirl spent inside of her...and finally pulled out, leaving a trail of spunk from the reporter's violated asshole.

Lois almost laughed. A part of her had been afraid that at the end, after all, Angelica Blaze would shoot her wad inside the reporter's unprotected pussy. But Blaze was as good as her word, and it really was all a game.

After a few minute's recovery, the handcuffs were unlocked. Lois took the blindfold off herself, and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the unexpected brightness. Blaze sat on the edge of the bed, her long cock spent, smiling at the lovely mess she'd made of Lois Lane.

"That," the reporter said. "Was the most fun I've had in a long time."

"I don't suppose you'd like to do it again sometime?" Angelica asked. "Not exactly this, necessarily, but...another game."

"I don't know if my ass will be quite recovered by tomorrow," Lois said with a smile. "But we can definitely think of something to do, I'm sure."

"Tomorrow night?" The dickgirl brushed her dark hair back from her forehead. "We could get dinner first. Meet say sevenish outside the club?"

"It's a date," Lois said with a smile.

After all, Lois thought to herself. She hadn't finished her investigation...not by a long shot. The reporter felt there was more to Angelica Blaze than meets the eye, and this club still remained the best connection with the missing women. So why not include a bit of pleasure with business?

"I'm glad you got your rocks off," Lois Lane said as she moved to the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry if I was a little frantic earlier. But there is one thing I have to tell you about me."

"What's that?" Angelica asked, as Lois got on her knees between the dickgirl's feet. She smiled down at Lois, hopeful but without understanding.

"If you're with me...then all your sperm belongs to me," Lois said as she lifted up the limp, drooping noodle. "No masturbation. No fucking anyone else. Save it all for me. Got that?"

"Sure..." Blaze said as the reporter brought the half-swollen tip of the cock to her lips and began to suck out whatever cum was left in the dickgirl's urethra. "Sounds great."

As far as Lois Lane was concerned, it seemed a fair enough reward for Blaze actually abiding by the rules. The reporter knew full well that the dickgirl really could have come inside her pussy, if she'd wanted to. The idea gave her a strange little flutter, deep inside her abdomen...but Lois brushed that feeling aside as she concentrated on sucking dick. She was already wondering what tomorrow's game might be.