Lex, the insidious rapist, collapsed across her body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his deflating prick. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last thrusting jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body. Her arms outstretched, one dangling doll-like over the edge of the bed. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with the dual mixture of their hot, sticky-white climaxes.
Lex lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off the comatose young girl's still form, his cock sliding slowly out of her battered pussy with a wet, slipping sound. He could see the moist matted hair of her well-fucked young pussy glistening damply in the faint light of the room. The inside of her thighs were smeared lewdly with the white juices of their mutual passion. It dripped in tiny rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks, forming a dark wet circle on the mattress beneath her.
The criminal mastermind smiled down at her, pulling his clothes on quietly. Damn, but he'd like to fuck this hot little haughty bitch he'd so expertly enslaved, a second time right now, but he knew he didn't have to be greedy. There would be many other times with Lois Lane, this proud American beauty, and it would not do to glut himself with her now. Better to wait, dwelling on the next time, letting his fiery load build up again, hotter and stronger, relishing the grand fucking of her nubile young flesh so that when the moment came again, he would give it to her even more brutally, more savagely and expertly than he had only moments past.
Yes, everything was working out just fine, Lex thought as he slipped out of the darkened bedroom. Lois Lane was as good as totally debauched, even if she presently had no idea of the fact, and that would be Lex's revenge on Superman, his nemesis, who had seen him off to jail more than once and cost him billions in ill-gotten gains.
Lois cowered in the center of the bed, her arms still bound tightly above her head. She felt her nakedness as a great shame covering her like an evil blanket. One that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard one struck out against it. And now, that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more evil, the bodies of strange obscene men. Men, who would not even know her name or that she would not know, except as great shafts of indecent flesh drubbing into her helpless body. She would be the receptacle into which they would spew their lewd sperm as they had into thousands of other whores in other places at other times.
The vile squeak of the creature penetrated through her thoughts into her inner conscious mind. It too was part of the evil picture. It was the conqueror, the thing against which she could not fight. She knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how depraved, to keep that
evil creature away from her, to keep its monstrous teeth from tearing at her body. This she would have done with or without the deadening potion she was now awaiting to lift consciousness from her tortured brain. It would only make it bearable, like Novocain when one had a tooth pulled, it didn't eliminate the horrible tearing at one's flesh, only hid it from the mind of the patient.
The door opened.
Oh God, she thought, Not yet. I'm not ready. I can still feel. Wait, wait please!
She prayed in fevered anguish for the drug to work, to cover her nakedness with the invisible cloak of unconsciousness.
But it didn't.
"Remember, my friend, fifteen minutes for your two dollars, no more,"the voice of Squint reminded cheerfully from the hallway. "And do not mark the girl."
The squeak of the creature resounded through the room as it heard its master's voice from the distance. It was hungry and the harsh scratching sounds of its paws clawing against the side of the cage silenced a cry building deep within Lois's fear-quaking body.
A short fat man, dressed in the sweat-soaked clothes of a dockworker, entered and closed the door behind him. His eyes flickered in appreciation when he saw the delicious young feast spread defenseless on the bed. Lois had hoped, somewhere deep in her mind, that the bonds tying her to the bed would stir his conscience and he would call the police.
One look at his lust-filled face dispelled this hope. Squint was too clever. He would not bring men who say eye to eye with the law. He would choose his clientele well, probably those wanted by the law themselves.
The quarter around the hotel was filled with them.
The dock-worker removed his shirt, silently staring at her with undisguised rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge barrel chest covered with ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his pants to the floor. His short fat cock jerked into view beneath an overhanging roll of fat from his white belly.
Lois's eyes bulged in terror. The tea! The tea! Why didn't it work?"
And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected.
The first piercing warning of Squint's betrayal came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the bed and began running has rough callused hands over her smooth cringing flesh.
Her reaction was violent!
A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing red devils danced wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was futile, the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the pin-pricks of sensation following the path of the course fingers digging into her flesh He played cruelly on, unaware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath his kneading hands. He placed his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt and pulled slowly apart. Lois lay holding her breath and fighting with all her moral strength
It was not enough, her resistance shattered.
She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her throbbing tits, drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely, her white ivory breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.
The man's tongue licked nervously at his thick mouth, small beads of sweat formed over his upper lip as he watched the gradual transformation of the girl beneath his stroking fingers. He did not understand and did not care, he would not question a gift like this-only a fool would.
He could not wait. He pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over between their lush fullness. The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of Lois's naked cunt as she felt the bed sag from his weight. It felt like a wet hot tunnel, and it had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the fat thick cock dangling from his kneeling body above her. Suddenly forgotten was the evil animal lurking in the cage on the table; forgotten were the fears of humiliation. She needed but one thing now; she needed that cock!
More than anything else in the world!
Even as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling fat body hovering between the slimness of wide-stretched thighs, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his hips. She jerked forward wildly, pulling him with a grunt, heavily on top of her writhing body. He guided the thick blood-filled head straight into her throbbing cunt, his heavy weight smashing her with a deep moan far down into the mattress. He levered up, ramming his rod as deep as it would go into the hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass, his fat hairy stomach bored hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.