Screaming

Consciousness came back to Lois in a single, sharp flood of awareness. The terror of the dream still held her, and she could feel her heart thumping, lungs straining in mid-scream...and she could feel something else, too. The familiar, warm fullness of a cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

Terror struck Lois, sheer adrenaline panic spiking through the lingering images of her nightmare in her mind's eye. She couldn't see—eyes still glazed over with dried cum, reducing her vision to a bare white blur—and she was on her back, legs spread apart. Her body was sore. The whole length of her cunt ached with each stroke of the cock pumping in and out of her, and there was a familiar burning sensation in her asshole. Every part of her felt bruised and pinched, especially her breasts.

How long was I out? The reporter's mind raced as her lungs gave out, reducing her scream to a gasping, high-pitched wheeze. Did they just fuck me the entire time?

Lois sucked in a ragged breath, ready to do...something, anything. To run, to fight, to scream stop...and then she felt the cock inside of her slam home deep, the whole weight of her lover pressed against her hips...and Lois shuddered as she felt it coming on.

No. The reporter tried to fight it. No no no no no...

The orgasm ripped through Lois, forcing her tired cunt to tighten and spasm, instinctively milking the warm prick inside of it. She hated herself then, as her body moved of its own accord, back arching, toes curling, breath coming out in hot pants. Hated her body's betrayal.

Exhausted, Lois slumped back as her unseen lover—****?—withdrew. All she could manage was to press her thighs together. It was the only protest she had left, and she hoped they got the message: Sorry, we're closed.

A part of the reporter expected rough hands to seize her legs and rip her apart. To flip her over onto her back and press their fingers or pricks up her burning asshole. Or maybe just to feel a soft, warm rain of jizz land on her as they jerked off to her naked, defenseless form. She was too weak and tired to fight anymore.

Worse, she thought back to the dream...the nightmare. Was it my subconscious, telling me what was going on? Lois wondered. Her thoughts drifted down to her belly. She hadn't felt him cum in her, though the reporter knew he had. The brunette's cunny felt wet...too wet. How many men came in me while I was out? What if I get pregnant?

But she couldn't hold onto that thought, somehow. It reminded her of her dream, but the whole thought of being knocked up just seemed distant and unreal at the moment. The real danger of being fucked again, with no way to stop it, set her body to shivering.

As she regained her breath, gasping in air through dry lips, Lois knew all she could do was wait...