Spread Her Legs

Shivering with anticipation, Lois scooted back on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her pussy.

I don't have a choice, the reporter told herself. If I don't, the women might be trapped here! This is for them.

But she knew that was a lie. A part of her wanted this. She could almost feel her conscience railing against her for whoring herself out this way, trying to be knocked up by this evil neanderthal...but her pussy was so wet and hot, her nipples hard, and she wanted...him.

"Beautiful. Docile. Meek." Vandal Savage almost spat the words, his mouth set in a mirthless smile. "As you should be, before your superior. But I will make you scream and bleed before this night is over. You four...hold her down. Or she will not be the only one impregnated tonight."

The women moved...and Lois saw track marks on their arms, haunted eyes. It could be a hard life as a whore. These four knew that Savage wasn't idly boasting. Already his thick cock was hard again, ready to split a bitch in two...and what was more worrying was that he had fit a kind of leather harness around the base of his cock and balls, squeezing the flesh tight, making the cock look even bigger.

Strong hands grabbed the reporter's arms and legs. Holding her against the bed, pulling her wide open so that she could close her thighs even if she wanted to. Her head turned, but none of the women would meet her eyes.

"I came to get you out of here," she whispered to the nearest one. Dull eyes met hers for just a moment.

"Who's going to rescue you?"

Before Lois could think of an answer, he was on the bed. A heartbeat later, he was in her.

The reporter gasped in pain at the suddenness of the intrusion. Even compared to last time, there was nothing of gentleness in his approach, no concern for her pleasure or safety. Savage simply jammed his cock inside of Lois until it could go no deeper, her pussy almost splitting as it suddenly stretched to the maximum.

Her body instinctively heaved, struggling against the women holding her. One gigantic hand grasped the side of her face, forcing his thumb into her mouth. She tasted **** and grime and his own jizz on the unwashed digit. Her teeth bit down hard...but in the end, she couldn't break the skin.

Vandal Savage grinned down at her.

His other hand roughly grabbed at her breast, squeezing it until the point of pain.

"It will please me to see these swell with milk. I like to see my bitches when they are breeding." His eyes flashed cruelly as his hips began to move, driving the cock even deeper inside of her. Lois grunted in pain around the thumb in her mouth as the swollen cock head hit the back of her overstretched cunt.

Every time the Cro Magnon cock withdrew, Lois was afraid that her whole pussy would come with it. His hips slammed into her own, but he wasn't fucking her fast. The eyes were drinking in her suffering, and he was taking his time. There was something terrible about his patience, about the way he kept thrusting as his hands roamed freely over her body, pinching and scraping his fingernails against the sensitive skin, leaving line red lines behind.

The worst part—worse than the dead eyes of the women that held her down, worse than the prick that threatened to burst her cunt with every stroke and drag it out with every after-stroke, worse than his cruel eyes as he effortlessly had his way with the helpless whore-reporter—was that Lois could feel her climax growing closer and closer.

Her nipples had never been harder, her chest heaved, her pussy felt incredibly hot, even when Savage pinched her clit until she screamed. Absently he began to slap her tits, hard and with the palm of his hand, hard enough that dark bruises would begin to form in mere minutes...and yet she couldn't stop her pussy from clamping down on that invading cock, couldn't stop her hips rising weakly to try and meet his thrusts, to coax him in deeper, to dump his virile load inside her fertile pussy...

Lois Lane's body loved the ****. It wanted to get pregnant. And his smile widened as she shook and moaned and came again on that fat, throbbing dick that threatened to break her cunt.

"Now, I think, you begin to understand," he said, fucking her all the way through her orgasm. "This will not end quickly or painlessly. Indeed, we have only begun."

And he laughed at the despair and lust in the reporter's eyes as she realized he meant every word.