Downstairs, In Lex's Private Chambers

"Yeah?" Lois Lane said. She reached down to comb her fingers through Mercy's pixie cut. Behind her, Maria was groaning and grinding on the dickgirl's cock, her pussy making sloppy, sucking noises as she strove mightily to drain the bodyguard's balls. "And why does Lex have them there?"

Lois was drunk. She could feel it now, more than just a bit of a buzz or lightheadedness. Whether it was because of her enema or the drinks she'd had before that or both, Lois felt well and truly sloshed...and so her inhibitions had plummeted. The reporter had always been very handsy when drunk, and now was no change.

Mercy grit her teeth. She was still sober, even though Maria was busily bouncing on her balls, and the dickgirl struggled with this particular struggle.

"Let me guessh," Lois said, slurring her words gently. "They're all dickgirlsh, aren't they?"

The bodyguard's eyes went wide, and Lois smiled as she saw her shot hit home.

"He'sh fucking them. Lex likesh dickgirlsh, doeshn't he?" Lois smoothed Mercy's hair back. "But he'sh not fucking you, ish he? Not hish preshioush Mershy. How doesh that make you feel?"

Mercy turned her head aside. Lois smiled. She reached behind her, feeling for Mercy's pockets, and found what she wanted.

"What it they weren't there any more?" Lois whispered. "Tell me where they are, and then he'sh all yoursh..."

"He'd know," Mercy said.

Lois pressed the studs of Mercy Graves' stun gun against its owner's neck.

"He doeshn't have to," Lois said, and Mercy's eyes opened and fixed on the drunken reporter. "One button, and light'sh out for Mershy. Can't blame her if Loish Lane found the women by hershelf..."