That's What The Boss Is Here To Find Out

Lois Lane didn't hear the door open or close. She was bent over with one foot resting on the lid of the toilet, considering the capacity of her colon, when she stared in the mirror...and gasped to see someone there.

Long dark hair fell back from a broad forehead. Dark olive skin, very Mediterranean. The features were androgynous, almost feminine, with deep-set eyes and a broad, generous mouth. Taller than Lois by a head, but slim almost to the point of emancipation, dressed in a dark suit.

"Don't stop," the voice was husky with a strange accent the reporter couldn't place, and once again Lois felt that ambivalence—was this the boss? Were they a man or a woman? Lois had thought it was a man, but now she felt trepidation...and a flush came across her features as she realized that her cheeks were parted, showing her bare, freshly-cleaned asshole to this complete stranger.

"In fact," they said. "I'll help you."

The figure reached past Lois to grab the bulb...and turned the handle so water flowed into the sink.

"I am Blaze. This is my place," they said as they filled the latex bulb. "You are...Margot, correct?"

"Yes Boss," Lois said, and watched that mouth twitch into a sly, knowing half-smile.

"I like to know my employees' limits. Some of them disappoint me." Blaze let their tongue play on the nozzle of the enema bulb, which had so recently been in the reporter's ass. "You though...I think you might have what it takes."

The spit-slick nozzle slid easily into the reporter's puckered asshole. A squeeze sprayed her inside, and Lois felt herself quiver for a moment. She had never felt anything like this. The vulnerability...the closeness...

That was their routine, for several silent moments. Blaze pulled the bulb out and Lois would clench as her boss refilled it, then the nozzle would be **** through the now tight-sphincter. With each bulb, the pressure on the reporter's guts grew. As they passed three, she felt excitement. At five, it gave way to trepidation. Uncomfortably full, fighting the urge to void immediately. At seven, the warm water was seeping into her lower belly and Lois felt a moment of nausea.

With the tenth bulb, Lois Lane's legs were shaking. She could feel a trickle emerge as the bulb withdrew despite her best efforts. Blaze's hand slid along the reporter's exposed belly, slightly distended from all the water. Lois found herself panting, pussy dripping, struggling to hold it all in.

"Looks like you've sprung a leak," Blaze said, and for the first time Lois felt the bulge in her Boss's crotch against her ass. "Let's plug you up."