Refuse To Give In

Lois Lane closed her eyes against the darkness. She strove to ignore the stroke of the fingers, the hot lips, the teeth that bit playfully at her nipples.

I've been in tight spots before, the reporter told herself. Her wrists flexed and twisted as she sought for any leverage. If she could just get free...if she could just move a hand or arm...

Except I didn't move before, did I? Lois asked herself. Not when she was tying me to the bench. Not when she was showing me that filthy film. Women being bred like animals. Women who wanted to be mated...forcefully impregnated...

Lois shuddered as Angelica Blaze's breasts pressed against her lower stomach. The dickgirl was lying on top of her, tongue licking at her carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair. Above her, Lois could smell...it. That scent, masculine and feminine combined. The heat of it in her face. Her lips trembled, and even though she closed her eyes tight she could feel it...hovering so close above her. She had only to open her mouth...stretch her neck a little...and...

Something splashed against her mouth. A drop. Lois **** her tongue back behind her teeth. Not to taste it. She mustn't allow herself...

Blaze moved. The cock...it was a cock, Lois knew it was a cock...out of reach now. Lois breathed, still able to smell it. The dickgirl's hard nipples left her stomach, and left round, wet imprints where the sweaty tits had laid.

She climbed off Lois, and for a moment, nothing touched the reporter. Nothing inflamed her senses except the memory of what she had experienced. A part of her could still feel the imprint of those fingers...the tracks where nails like claws had raked so sensuously on her belly...her thighs...her breasts...that one lone drop lay there on the corner of her mouth, and Lois tried once again, sweat-slick wrists rubbing themselves until they burned against the straps that bound her.

Then fingers pressed against the reporter's legs, just below the knee. They pressed...and Lois Lane strained to hold her legs together. But it was impossible. She felt the palms against her calves. Blaze only had to open her arms...

"You don't have to fight it, Loisss," Angelica said, and her last voice hissed her name like she spoke with a snake's tongue. "If you don't want to. If you want thisss..."