Evenly—But Lois Still Loses

The Amazon was taller, stronger, heavier, with longer reach—and as her dark fist swung at the naked reporter, Lois Lane realized she was faster, too. Her combat instructor would have told her to pull a knife or run. Lois lacked those options, but she had one thing going for her: surprise.

Most women would have ducked, flinched, or stepped back out of the left-hand swing. Lois Lane, who had expected the blow, moved inside. The fist barely clipped her shoulder, but Lois barely felt it as she dropped into a crouch...and came up to plant her left right under the Amazon's heart.

It felt a bit like hitting a wall...but Lois had broken boards and bricks before. She pushed forward, all her weight into the swing...and something gave in the Amazon a little. Lois could feel the pulse against her knuckle.

With a cough, the Amazon staggered, just a little. All she needed was a moment. The reporter was determined not to give it to her.

The reporter's right jab caught the Black Amazon in the left tit. Lois put enough strength into it to burst a breast implant, but the small breast merely squished, nipple nearly inverted by the **** of the reporter's blow. With a growl, the tall woman thrust out with an elbow that would have knocked the reporter's teeth from her mouth if it her her jaw...but Lois ducked and grabbed the woman's trim waist.

The next few minutes were not the proudest of Lois Lane's life. Elbow strikes rained down on her bare back, hitting kidneys and spine. The reporter drove her knee again and again between the Amazon's groin, to crush the trim labia into a bloody pulp. They fought a weird war, Lois absorbing hit after hit, Lois striking at knee and pussy...if she could get the Amazon onto the ground, there was a chance...

...but then the Amazon stopped striking and started grappling.

Strong, long-fingered hands grabbed the reporter's arms and twisted them expertly behind her, with implacable strength. A kick knocked the reporter's left leg out from under her, and she collapsed down on one knee. With a roar, Lois sank her teeth into the Amazon's left thigh...and though the Amazon's strength **** the reporter's head between her legs, Lois took a chunk of skin and bloody meat along with her.

Of course, that left Lois Lane's head crushed between two thighs. The naked reporter kicked feebly as her face turned purple. The naked Amazons and would-be Amazons, including Tonya Wong, watched on as the reporter struggled. The small Asian woman had discarded what little clothing she had and was openly rubbing her slit.

Her vision darkened at the edges, narrowed. Lois spat blood...and then there was an audible crack...and vision faded.

The kiss of the mat as the thighs released her was almost an afterthought. Lois Lane heard the Amazon she had been fighting proclaim something, in a loud voice that brooked no discussion.