Push Back

Raising one weak hand, Lois wiped the glaze of cum from her eyes, and looked down at the pit. It was smooth glass, all the way down to the creamy white pool of jizz below. The reporter trembled with a sudden sensation of vertigo, her limbs weak and aching. There were only two directions: backward, onto the prick that nuzzled against her pussy, or forwards...head first into the trap she had almost drowned in last time.

Her heart beat within her chest, and she turned her head to left and right...naked people crowded around, dicks and breasts of every color, shape, and size walling her in, faces covered by masks. Lois couldn't even turn around to see whose dick was pressed up against her slit. She looked out over the abyss...and was afraid.

Hating herself, Lois eased backward away from the pit, slowly impaling herself on the cock. It was stiff, and not as big as she feared...or maybe it was just that with all the play, the reporter was wetter than she wanted to admit to herself. Nevertheless, as she back herself onto the dick, the crowd backed off a little. The sense of vertigo lessened as the edge of the pit got further away, even just a couple inches.

Then Lois felt her ass thump against warm, solid skin. She had back up only about six inches...and didn't know why he had been expecting, or hoping, for more room than that.

Worse than that, it felt...snug. Lois shivered as her pussy instinctively clutched the invader. She didn't want this to feel good. After all that had happened to get her to this point...the constant groping, prodding, the parade of pussies, clothes stripped off her, and herded naked to a point of literal no return...it should have felt like ****. Not something her aching body craved and welcomed.

"A wise choice," that feminine voice came from behind her, and suddenly Lois felt a pair of breasts press into her back, heavy and warm pillows, the nipples hard points. The voice was almost a whisper in the reporter's ear now, the breath warm and soft. "It's good to be scared sometimes, isn't it? That little bit of excitement gets you going. Sets your heart to racing. They do tell you to face your fears...tell me, Lois, do you want to face your fears?"