The Tentacles Seize Lois Lane

The swollen, rubbery head of a cock reared up before Lois Lane's face like a python. The smell was appalling, like a thousand unwashed cocks all at once. Instinctively, the reporter opened her mouth to scream...and the cock plunging in, past her teeth, seeking her throat.

Lois Lane's hand clutched at the hose-like shaft of the cock-headed tentacle, fingers slipping on the warm, slimy cord, two inches thick...and felt as well as saw the half-dozen others bursting forth from the illustration on the book. In half a heartbeat the swarming pricks were sliding over her, wrapping themselves around her limbs, slithering inside her clothes...

...but it was the reporter's pussy that was most ****. She tried to close her legs, the dark prick-heads bumping against her thighs, unable to get at her cunt. Lois struggled, trying to pull the cock out of her, to bite down, to do anything, but there were too many and they were so strong...

Two of the invading tentacles coiled around her ankles, and if guided by some terrible intelligence began to pry her legs apart with slow, implacable strength. Lois fought it every inch of the way, tried to scream around a mouth full of cock, the swollen prick-head in front of her taking the opportunity to slither in further. The reporter gagged and choked at the unfamiliar sensation of a thick cock penetrating her throat.

With a wrench her thighs were parted...and not just an inch, but drawn back wide, wide enough that it began to hurt. Her pussy was being drawn closer to the book...and then Lois felt it, what she had been dreading all this time.

Something hard and slimy pressing incessantly against her pussy.

The reporter tried to wiggle, squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, but it was already there, the cocktacle incessant, untiring...and finally, successful. Lois wanted to cry as she felt the warm thing slide inside her pussy...and then shrieked in alarm when she felt one press up against her asshole.

Anal sex had never been something Lois had seriously considered. A part of her had thought about saving her ass for if she ever had a husband, so she could offer him at least one virgin part of her. Now thought, she felt it slide and press with the same weird incessant pressure, leaking warm slippery fluid on her backside, the stiff flesh pressing and pressing...and though it was the struggle of long minutes, eventually her asshole did give way, and a burning pain shot through Lois Lane's rectum as it was penetrated...then quickly faded, her anal muscles feeling suddenly numb.

Must be some side-effect of the slime they're secreting, she rationalized, her struggles dampening down as she realized her situation was hopeless. Two cock-headed tentacles slid up her arms and pulled them aside, so that Lois was laying above the ground, supported by the dozen of demonic dicks from the book-portal.

With the numbing goo, the pain quickly faded from pussy and ass, and as it trickled down her throat even the urge to gag subsided, the reporter feeling a little light-headed...and, with a certain feeling of disgust, horny. The twin stimulation of pussy and ass, the strong masculine scent that surrounded her was percolating through her brain. Half-heartedly, she tried to thrash, but it was useless. All she could do was wait and see what the tentacles were going to do.