Plug Her Up Fore And Aft

Lois was too dazed from the **** to resist as the ball-gag was **** between her teeth, and tightened around her head. Dimly, she tried to move, but with the straps on her elbows and wrists, the best the **** reporter could do was to kick her feet out ineffectually.

Even so, Lois hadn't given up hope yet. She might be groggy, bound, **** with strange chemicals, and stuck in a hole in the wall with her bare ass hanging out to the world but she...

Something cold and wet wiped over the reporter's pussy and ass. Instinctively, the reporter froze in place. The washing continued, and above the straps that held the ball-gag in place the reporter's cheeks burned as she recognized the cool brush of a wet wipe, over and over her pussy and ass. Not that there was any need—the reporter had taken the precaution of an enema before she left, and hadn't gone to the bathroom...

Then the wet-wipe disappeared...and Lois felt something else. Hands spread her cheeks painfully wide. Her shy little asshole clenched, as though trying to hide from the light. Liquid, cool, wet, but thick dripped down the crack of her ass. Like a plop of jelly...and then something touched her there, smooth, curved, like the narrow end of an egg.

The color drained from the reporter's cheeks. For a moment, she thought that this was it. This was the moment she was going to be ****. Taken up the ass, violently used and abused, and...

...and then the pressure slowly, gently increased. Aimee wandered back into her field of view and gave a blissful smile to Lois. She bent over and booped the reporter's nose.

"That's just Mac and Jorge. They're putting the plug in you. Don't want any of your busy little bees to go for the wrong flower, do we?"

There was something off about the young green-haired woman's smile, the reporter saw now. Lois winced as the butt plug pressed harder against her ass. Jorge—or was it Mac?—whoever held the flared base was applying steady but constant pressure. Lois squeezed with all her might, determined to keep them out as long as possible, but her anal muscles were already beginning to ache.

"It's too bad," Aimee said as she stroked the reporter's cheek. "I can really go for girls, you know? You're so pretty..."

It was a strange kind of hell, being gagged as Aimee talked to her, while Ivy's lackeys continued their gentle anal ****. Eventually, something had to give...and it was Lois Lane's asshole. Fearing she'd rupture something, ass sore, she momentarily relaxed...and the sudden release of tension practically sucked the small butt plug straight into the reporter's colon. Only the flared base prevented it from disappearing up Lois Lane's ass completely.

Aimee noticed the shocked expression on the reporter's space.

"There you go. Ready for business."