"I'll Eat Your Fucking Pussy!" Lois Snarls

]The challenge was a primal shout of anger, pain, and frustration. Like the last roar of a lion in its cage. The reporter desperately tried to get her burning body to move, but the green kryptonite sapped her strength so swiftly that in mere moments it hurt simply to breathe.

There was silence on the speakers. Maria slunk away from the irate, naked reporter. Lois Lane could hardly move under the green light, but her head tracked the young woman as she slunk away...and the reporter's eyes widened as the door opened, to allow her to escape...and a new figure walked in.

Mercy Graves was not particularly tall; her mousy brown hair was cut into a short pixie cut...and naked as she was, the reporter could clearly see the toned, well-defined muscles on her arms and legs, the defined eight-pack abs, her small breasts with the tiny pink nipples. The reporter's gaze was drawn to her crotch, which was shaved absolutely clean as though freshly waxed.

Once the door closed, the green light clicked off. Lois immediately rolled over onto her knees. Her stomach roiled with nausea, but the pain quickly faded as her skin seemed to drink in the heat of the sunlamps. The reporter could feel her senses grow almost painfully sharp...she could hear the tap-tap of Mercy's naked feel on the white floor, smell the faint tang of her slightly sweaty body.

"All right, Lane," Mercy said. She walked forward with easy confidence. "You want to eat my pussy? Come and get it."

The bodyguard smiled nastily. "Or I'll break your teeth and sit on your face until you do."