Karim al-Zib - Lois Lane

As Lois watched him disappear through the door, she suddenly gasped and held her breath. His form was replaced by the shadow of the biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting his head against the frame.

He was jet black!

Her pleadings froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!

"I've brought you a man, my pigeon," Squint's voice cooed from behind the giant Nubian. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying one dollar each for a good exhibition and we can't disappoint them, can we?"

"Ohh, please, no," Lois whimpered, a battle raging between her mental revulsion and the fire raging inside her drugged body. "I can't, I can't, not in front of other people. N-not with h-him. Ohh, Please, please, Squint!"

Without speaking, he reached for the towel over the caged black creature and withdrew it slowly, his cruel grin directed straight into her eyes.

"Ripper would like to watch also. I'm certain you would not like to disappoint my little pet. He offends so easily."

The starving creature clawed and struggled against the restraining wire of the cage, his beady eyes hungrily searching the room for some sign of food

to quell his ravenous appetite. Lois shrank back into the mattress, the

terror again crawling over her as his tiny wicked eyes locked on her naked white flesh Squint watched the servile acceptance register on her terrified face.

He was contented that she would not give trouble with the threat present of her breasts being ripped from her body. He patted the top of the cage lovingly and motioned for Jaafar to herd the crowd into the room.

Lois was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces crowding into the small closed room. Would they ever stop coming? They were lining the walls and hanging over the iron rail at the end of the bed, packing the small chamber until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating unwashed bodies and heavy excited breathing. They were horrible grotesque faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by terrible diseases, but all wideeyed and eager for the cruel ravishment of the quivering white body staked out before them to begin

When the room was jammed with at least twenty straining men, Squint motioned for Jaafar to lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for air. The odor was heavy and pressed down on Lois like an invisible musty cape. She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintain consciousness.

Squint nodded his head at the painting Nubian who began eagerly stripping his clothes from his glistening black body. His pants fell to the floor causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the excited crowd. His giant ebony cock reared out from his black muscular stomach like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long and two inches wide and the two great sperm inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a cannon ready to fire.

Lois jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise running through the room, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous shaft pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished disbelief.

It couldn't be true. He would split her open! Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. They couldn't do it. They couldn't do it!

The Nubian stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them.

Helpful hands from the sides of the mattress grasped harshly at Lois's tightly clasped ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her delicate pink slit nestling in the soft pubic hair burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. The others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the palpitating treasure of the struggling girl. Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the white full tits above, digging harshly for a stolen moment, and then disappearing anonymously back into the crowd.

The giant black climbed between her wide-spread legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed and back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the headboard in a great vee about four feet apart Lois's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair covered pussy was presented up to the kneeling Nubian in defenseless sacrifice. It was his, his to plunder at will.

He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white ivory of his teeth in unbridled lust. He stroked his immense cock with both hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless up-turned cunt in front of him His body swayed on his knees like a stalking cobra, the glistening ebony skin shining in the dim light of the single bulb hanging above. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging black cock shoved out and quivering like a savage limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic throes of a primeval jungle ceremony.

Lois, up through wide-split thighs, watched in awed terror, the writhing torso advancing toward her helpless aperture. She could not turn her eyes from the vile instrument that was in a moment to cleave through her warm body in vicious rape. She was mesmerized into abject stillness.

Suddenly, without warning, the swaying Nubian jerked his pelvis back and his head came forward and down in a dark blur, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her belly. A tiny nip at her navel and his tongue began a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the flanges of her cringing pussy. He spread its young fleshy lips with his fingers and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Lois's throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.

Lois clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting out of control again through her loins. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her body.

Thoughts of Kevin and the life and children they would have after this nightmare was over coursed through her mind. No, No, she must not let them win. She mustn't! She mustn't!

But suddenly, the Nubian's tongue snaked forward, burrowing up her straining cunt like a racing lizard. The shock rippled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting colored stars. The hot meteors rained down tauntingly over her whole body. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, burying the flicking tongue to its roots. Fire replaced fear and all else.

She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt!

Her entire being was suddenly a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not Kevin, not principles, not humiliation, just the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had crawled from between her hot steaming furrow and was tracing tiny round wet circles up her body.

"Ohh, ohh, yes, yesss, suck my tits, yes, like that, like that! Bite me! Aaaaagggg!"

It moved on up over her throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks, the hot thick saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her lust contorted face around searching with her open mouth for the wet fleshy mass. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat with a low animal moan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents, she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.