Lois Is Teased

In the dark. On the breeding bench. Unable to move. The heat was oppressive. Sweat covered the reporter's naked body. Hands came out of the darkness to scrape through the wetness and filth. Lois tossed her head as the fingers traced furrows down from her breasts, the nipples so hard they hurt. Down the flat plane of her belly. Along the outside of her thighs.

The reporter couldn't get the images out of her brain. The women being bred. Impregnated. The cold water was a wet ball of nausea in her stomach, and her pussy was so hot...the air burned in her lungs...breasts heaved...her back was stuck to the bench by her sweat. A tongue licked at her armpit, and Lois nearly screamed.

The room was silent except for her own breathing. The reporter knew it had to be Angelica Blaze, in the darkness. The dickgirl relentless as she teased and explored the reporter's body. A hot pair of lips pressed against her navel and drank the pooled sweat there. The tongue pressed into the little divot and swirled around, utterly weird and yet somehow erotic.

Lois wanted to resist. She knew what this led to. The whole scene...it was all to get between her legs. To stick it in her hot cunny. To fuck her and dump a virile load of sperm into her fertile twat. That was what all men wanted, even though they pretended otherwise. Lois Lane had known that ever since she became a woman...you couldn't just be a human being, you were a womb with legs, a hot wet slit that any man would happily bend over and fuck given even the slightest opening.

Yet the hands and lips never moved toward her cunny, which itched with frustration. The hands scraped along her sweaty inner thighs. A hard, familiar member tapped against her hard nipples, too thick to be a finger. A tongue ran across the bridge of her nose, licked up the tears that ran from her eyes.

Without having to be told, Lois knew what was going on. What Angelica Blaze wanted to hear. The reporter managed to close her legs, knees tight together, but she still couldn't escape as the tongue ran down the seam where her thighs were pressed together. Something round and rubbery pressed into the dimple that was her belly button. Tease...it was all a tease...and Lois Lane didn't know how much longer she could hold out.