Yes...If She Can Handle It

Comments flooded into the chat. Lois couldn't see what they said, but she could see the smile spread on the old woman's face. The reporter felt a cold shiver down her spine. This whole situation...this scenario...was degrading, humiliating...yet also more intense than Lois had expected. It went against her every instinct to beg, to humble herself, to debase herself before this strange woman...and her audience over the internet...yet the reporter couldn't deny how exciting it was, scary and arousing all at the same time.

"Looks like dey tink you earned da big one...if'n you can take it."

The Black woman left the camera running, as she left to another room. Lois Lane felt herself panting as she waited. Her head swimming with thoughts, emotions...a part of her just wanted to run, to leave and never look back, to escape from all this. There was nothing stopping her, really, beyond her lack of clothes. Yet that impish voice in her shoulder kept whispering for her to wait, to see what happened next.

What Lois did not expect was to see her mistress return with a tail-plug in her hands. A long, shiny, furry tail...but the plug. It was shaped like a turnip...but it was five inches in diameter at the widest part. The size of a small bowling ball. Instinctively, the reporter's anus clutched...and her heart thundered inside her chest. Goosebumps pimpled her skin. She shook and shivered. It wasn't possible, it wasn't...

"Bend ovah," the old woman said. "Spread dat ass so dey can see."

Her nails dug into her cheeks. Lube poured down onto her hole, which flexed before the camera. Lois couldn't stop shaking, though she wasn't cold...and then she felt the soft tip of the massive plug press against her anus.

It's too big, Lois thought. It's going to break me. I can't, I can't...

You can, a voice whispered in the reporter's brain. You will do it.

Lois Lane had heard what it was like when women gave birth. She had never thought she'd feel that in reverse.

The old woman pressed against Lois with steady but increasing pressure. The reporter shook as her ass, already sore and loose, began to be pushed in...and then to spread. Slowly, yet without relent. Lois grit her teeth. The muscles around her spine began to bunch, and Lois had to **** herself to relax. She told herself she could do it...that she had to do it...

That's right. Stretch that ass. Take it all. Like the dirty bitch you are.

The old woman pressed her weight against it, the reporter's thighs tensing as she pushed back...and slowly, infinitely slowly, excruciatingly, Lois felt her ass being **** open wider...and wider...tears dribbled out of the reporter's eyes, and yet the voice in her head grew louder and louder. It was an exquisite ****, her whole body engaged in the effort as her once-tight hole was stretched far beyond anything Lois had every imagined. Lois Lane knew something would have to break...although whether it was her body or her mind, she wasn't sure.