She Signs In Blood

Her pen hesitated. Lois Lane could barely think straight. The reporter's whole body was hot, shaking. She felt like that moment of masturbation when it was impossible to stop, even if someone entered the room. Every part of her yearned to be touched, **** to be squeezed, poked, prodded, fucked... The blood from her cut finger oozed down to collect at the tip of the pen. One red drop gathered at the nib. Lois took a single deep, shuddering breath...

The drop fell and splattered against the bottom line.

"That will do nicely," Angelica Blaze whispered, as she took form and pen away.

The film stopped. Leaving Lois in darkness.

Hands gripped her. Her breasts were crushed against the padded seat of the breeding bench, her chin pressed just over the edge. Straps tightened around her arms, the back of her neck, to hold her in place. Long nails slid down the sides of her naked body as those knowing hands **** her legs apart and tied them down. It wasn't a comfortable position, and it left her cunny just hanging off the other end of the padded bench.

Exposed. ****. Ready.

"One more choice, Lois," Angelica Blaze's voice came out of the darkness. The reporter instinctively struggled against her bonds, but she moaned like a bitch in heat when the dickgirl's finger tickled her clit. "Do you want to be bred like Tonya, a pair of strangers jerking off into your womb?"

Lois could just imagine that. Her, utterly powerless. A cum receptacle. Never knowing who the father was.

"Or..." Blaze grabbed the reporter's ass with both hands and squeezed. "Do you want me to breed you myself? No funnel. No protection."

"I...I..." Lois found her voice. Her finger was still aching from where she had cut it, body covered in sweat, but it was the images that swirled around her head now that dominated everything. Fucking. Breeding. Get pregnant.