Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Reply?

Breed Me

Lois Lane laid face-down on the couch. Her breasts hung freely through the holes in the cushions. Small breasts, the nipples already hard. Her chin slipped into the rest. It held her eyes completely level with the screen. On the screen Tonya Wong was sliding the plastic syringe full of semen into her lover's pussy.

Angelica Blaze began fixing the straps about her arms.

"You don't need these," Blaze said. "You won't run away."

"No," Lois said. The plunger was moving. The white liquid disappearing into that stretched and gaping cunt. "But I want to feel it. What they felt."

The dickgirl tied the straps around her thighs. Not too tight. But tight enough to press the hard legs into the tops of the reporter's legs. There was a soft mechanical cranking, raising her ass up, just a little. Just the right height.

On screen, the cum disappeared. Tonya Wong was pulling the syringe out. The image froze, disappeared into a solid wall of blue.

"You haven't seen this part." Blaze told her. "This is what they all see, at the end. They couldn't look away."

The screen shifted.

Lois saw herself.

A naked woman, tied to a couch. A naked woman standing behind her...no, not a woman. Heavy balls dangled between those legs, a hard cock, the purple head looked wet as though weeping. Hands touched the reporter's ass, and she could feel it, feel the thumbs that spread her labia open, even as she watched it on screen.

The tip of the cock touched her pussy. An electric shiver ran through the reporter's body.

"This is what they felt," Angelica Blaze told her. "Not helpless. Not at all. Empowered. They put themselves in this situation. They wanted to be like this. Unable to move. But they could have said no at any time. You could say no now. Not a single drop of cum has touched your womb yet. You can stop here, or..."

Blaze left the thought unfinished.