Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Choose?

I Don't Want To Know My Breeders

Lois shivered. Her body was on fire. Her brain felt like it was stewing in its own juices. It was so hard to think—but her body was crying out. She wanted a baby. Needed a baby. Right now. To get impregnated...knocked up...in the family way...

Bred.

"Very well, Lois. If that is what you wish."

The dickgirl's hands were like claws as they scraped sweaty furrows down the reporter's back, all the way to her ass. Then they left her...left Lois wanting, aching, panting, ****...and Lois nearly screamed when she felt the hard, narrow cone being shoved into her hot, **** cunny. Angelica Blaze tied the straps around her thighs and hips to hold the funnel in place, adjusted the mechanism so that Lois Lane's ass was above her head...and the reporter knew that if a single drop of sperm hit that funnel, it would flow straight down into her womb.

"However..." Blaze's voice took on a nasty edge. "I have a little surprise for you. The bulls who are going to breed you...they're going to be men you know. And you won't know which one knocks you up, but you'll know it's one of them that inseminated your hot little cunt."

"What?" Lois Lane's head rolled, trying to look at Blaze, but one of the dickgirl's hands gripped the reporter's head to hold it in place, while the other carefully tightened the straps...until Lois couldn't move her head a single inch.

Then came the eye-clamps.

Lois flinched as the tiny flat metal hooks came near her eyes...but she couldn't stop Angelica as the now-naked-dickgirl **** her eyelids open. The reporter strove to blink, but it was impossible. Never in her life had the reporter felt so powerless. Anything could happen to her right now...anything.

Blaze stood up, the tip of her flaccid cock at eye-level with the bound reporter's face.

"Watch the screen," the dickgirl said. "You'll see exactly what I mean."

The swaying dick moved...and Lois stared at the dark screen, wondering what horrors were in store for her.