End: What if I say no?

Curiosity. It was Lois Lane's greatest sin. Her greatest strength and her most terrible flaw. Maria smiled like the cat that caught the canary. After all—here was a naked, handcuffed woman who couldn't even close her legs because of the spreader bar.

Maria dropped down, tits against the mattress and crawled forward, under the spreader bar.

"You know the safeword," Maria huffed. "But you haven't used it. That means I can continue to do anything I want to you. Whip you. Tease you. Eat your pussy out until you cum...and cum...and cum..."

Each time Maria whispered the word "cum," her tongue flicked out against the bound reporter's supersensitive clit. The reporter's breasts heaved. Instinctively, she pulled against her bonds. Yet in that moment, she was absolutely powerless to stop Maria as the young woman's mouth widened and engulfed the reporter's pussy in an obscene kiss.

Somehow, the safeword sank into the back of Lois Lane's brain. So did her mission tonight. The queasiness in her stomach from the drink earlier tonight. Superman, off saving the world somewhere.

Tonight, Lois Lane's world was this room. With a horny, domineering woman who sucked on her pussy like the antidote was in it.

For the first time in her life, Lois Lane sunk down into sub space. She really got it; the allure of letting go. Of letting Maria be in charge. It wasn't even the handcuffs and the spreader bar, it was just letting go of her own need to be at the center of things, to be in control. Lois Lane moaned like a whore in heat as Maria sucked softly on her clit, and the long feather teased the reporter's hard nipples.

Lois liked to think of herself as a well-sexed woman. Confident in the bedroom. She'd had her share of lovers without being a slut. Confident enough in her body to make love with the lights on. Yet she had never really orgasmed with someone else before tonight. As good as sex felt, she'd always never gone over the edge, never really lost it. Always had to finish herself off later.

Now...now Lois Lane felt her excitement rise to a fever pitch. The whole scene, the scenario, she gave itself to it entirely—and her buttocks pumped as she humped Maria's face. The anticipation a tight ball in her stomach. She was going to cum..she was going to cum...

...and at the last moment, Maria pulled her head out from between the reporter's legs. Sticky juices dripped down the young woman's chin. A wicked smile on her lips. The reporter mewled in frustration.

"You will cum, when I allow you to cum. ****," Maria said.

For a moment, just a moment, Lois Lane thought of using her safeword. Then Maria was on her, her face pressed against the reporter's own, her tongue pushed past Lois Lane's lips, and the bound woman tasted her own pussy.

Lois Lane did not use her safeword that night.

Lex Luthor did not complete his experiment.

The missing women were not rescued.

Yet, not long before dawn, Lois Lane's orgasm began...and the howl of her climax cut threw mere stone and steel, caused dogs to lift up their ears and whimper, and miles away Supergirl turned her head in the direction of the club and blushed a vivid crimson.