Stay

Lois felt something else slip into her pussy, stretching her lips as it wiggled deeper inside her, wrapping around the cock already embedded in her cleft. She grimaced against the pain...but held on. Below her was only the pool of cum. A slow **** of drowning in jizz.

"I'm not ready to die," the reporter said.

"Good. An excellent first step." The voice came from behind Lois. "You have no idea what the limits of your body are...I can show you, if you ask."

"I don't want anything from you," Lois said stubbornly, feeling the seeking tendril coiling inside her belly uncomfortably.

"So strong," Long, slim fingers coiled around Lois Lane's hips, drawing her back away from the pit...back to the crowd of orgiasts. "I do love that about you. It will be so much fun, breaking you."

Lois wanted to struggle, but she could only hang limply. She felt exhausted.

"I could end you with a word," the reporter said. "One word. Whoever, whatever you are, there's one man you fear..."

"Superman? Shout his name to the heavens, and he would not hear you. Not here." There was amusement in the voice, a gentle mocking.

Lois was still held aloft, pussy plugged by cock and something else, and the reporter knew if not for the hands holding her up, most of her weight would be pressing on her womb.

"No...you still have the idea that all that has happened to you is temporary, impermanent. I see now I must disabuse you of this notion. Let's say...a piercing, to start. Would you like that?"

"No!" Lois shouted, trying to flail, every movement on that impossible cock rubbed her sore pussy the wrong way.

Hands grasped her arms and legs, holding her still, holding her up. The slim, long fingers on her hips shifted, moving north and south. One hand grasped Lois' left breast, two fingers capturing the nipple; the other reached down to spread her labia, one finger teasing the reporter's clit.

The voice whispered in Lois' right ear, chin resting on Lois' shoulder. "Your nipple and your clit. I will pierce both...unless, of course, you give preference for one or the other."

"I don't want you to touch either!" Lois growled.

"Not an option. You can choose, and only one will be pierced—or you can not choose, and both will be. Not choosing is its own form of choice, isn't it?"

Lois struggled, weakly. She hated this. Hated all of it. Hated herself for falling into such a trap with a den of perverts and...whatever, whoever it was that held her. Yet Lois was at a disadvantage...and this voice wanted things from her. Concessions. If Lois gave in...just a little...she might get an opportunity to escape.

On the other hand, that was just what the voice wanted. Lois bit her lip, thinking furiously.

"Tick tock." The voice cooed, fingers gripping and squeezing nipple and clit simultaneously, making Lois gasp. "Which will it be?"