The Tube Goes Down The Wrong End

"You know," Angelica Blaze said as she lifted the hose. "I think you're a little too into this."

Lois Lane opened her mouth to reply...and the rubber hose was jammed into her mouth. Blaze's fingers clamped tight on the reporter's nostrils. Almost immediately as the ragged edge of the hose hit the back of her throat, Lois gagged.

"Swallow it!" Blaze ordered.

The reporter tried. Her throat convulsed, even as the dickgirl applied more strength...and barely managed to **** down her bile as the hose pushed down her esophagus.

Lois Lane's skin crawled. She felt utterly powerless as the tube slid further and further down, into her chest. One wrong move, and it could go into one of her lungs. Or tear her throat, so that she would bleed to ****. The dickgirl seemed not to care, as she fed the tube further and further into Lois Lane's body. Until at last it hit some natural barrier, behind the reporter's sternum. Then, and only then, did she release Lois Lane's nose and let Lois breathe.

"Aaack," Lois managed, extremely uncomfortable at this unexpected intubation. Blaze ignored the latex-bound reporter's obvious distress.

Instead, she turned on the water. The hose shook and Lois felt a chill run through her body as water trickled into her stomach.

"You know, I never get tired of it?" Angelica Blaze said. "Watching the degradation of a human being. The suffering. The collapse of all those pretenses of morals and dignity. I don't want some anal slut willingly giving up her power in exchange for some sexual high. No, I want to see you suffer as the water distends your stomach, and pushes all that filth inside your body out your ass. Perhaps when you're bloated like a frog, ready to burst, utterly humiliated and in pain...perhaps then, when you'll beg me not to put anything else in your body, I'll come back and fuck your ass. Until then..."

Lois Lane couldn't see what happened, as the black latex grew suddenly semi-liquid and sticky. Yet she could feel Blaze push her against the wall, in a squat, legs spread. And the reporter felt her suit stick there, bound to the wall like fossilized bubblegum.

Then the reporter heard the sound of Blaze's footsteps as she walked away...and the hose continued to pour water into the reporter's stomach. Already, Lois could feel the pressure begin to build inside of her body.