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Chapter 10 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Is The Next Suggestion For Lois?

Probe

Hands pulled back, and Lois Lane's mouth was dragged off her own cock. She gasped for breath, saliva drooling from her lips, pain easing as she was settled back into the chair.

Clamps slid over her wrists and ankles. The hands began to massage Lois Lane's shoulders, but all she could stare at was her cock...so close and yet so far away. It throbbed and quivered, painfully stiff. At the base of her dick...or maybe somewhere behind it?...there was a sort of fizzing sensation, a little pressure, like an itch that couldn't be scratched.

...WAITholdOnDON'TmoveJustWAIT...

The refrain was playing in her ears, pink lights flashing in a weird, irregular rhythm that made the reporter's head hurt. It seemed to be deliberately out of sync with her heart, which beat crazily. Her cocked twitched with ever beat of her heart, big vein running up the middle pulsing visibly. She wanted so hard to reach over and suck it.

A whirr of engines rumbled through the chair. A metal arm arose, skinny and somehow minimalistic, like the claw-crane on a vending machine or a child's toy...but at the end of this arm was a long, thin metal rod with small bulges all down its length.

Lois found herself swallowing hard as the arm craned over her cock, the crane twitching back and forth as it lowered, the metal rod seemingly aiming for her dick...for the piss hole on her dick...

...DON'TmoveYouMUSTremainCalmDON'T...

Frozen with fear or something else, Lois saw the metal rod at the end of the arm descend, very slowly and with mechanical smoothness. She could have easily shifted left or right, but some part of her wouldn't allow that. She could only watch as the smooth, rounded metal tip pressed gently against her urethra...and in the next moment, the space between heartbeats, it was in.

Pain flared through the reporter at the unexpected penetration, like nothing she had ever experienced. Her initial instinct was to thrash, to dislodge the invader, to do something...

....DOnothingYouMUSTremainStillDON'T....

Slowly, as Lois watched, the metal rod began to descend, pushing itself deeper inside her raging erection.

How Deep Does It Go?

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