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Mercy let out a growl. Her hands moved to lift and spread Lois Lane's legs wider, until Lois let out a little gasp of pain.

"I'm going to fuck you now," the bodyguard said in a low voice. "And no matter how you beg or whimper or scream, I'm not going to stop until I'm through. And then I'm going to pump my load deep inside of you."

She paused, letting her words sink into Lois' consciousness.

"Last chance to back out."

Lois' pussy felt on the verge of splitting. Her muscles ached. There was a real throbbing pain, deep in her cunt, when they were both inside of her. A part of her feared that they might have actually broken something. She was going to be wiping away blood in the morning, she was sure of it.

And she had never been more turned on in her life. Her dick felt ready to explode.

"Are you just going to talk," Lois asked. "Or fuck me?"

Maria laughed, squeezing Lois' nipples harder. Mercy got quiet...very quiet. She took a deep breath, her nose buried in Lois' hair...and then she began to move.

Once, as a girl old enough to understand, Lois had seen two dogs fucking. The bitch was smaller, pinned down by the sheer mass and strength of the male, and it has speared her mercilessly in a singular and frantic spate of humping that had gone on for long, long minutes. Lois remembered the helpless yelps and yowls of the bitch, unable to get away, unable to do anything as the near-mindless lust of the boy-dog was sated.

Lois had used to touch herself sometimes, imagining she was that bitch. But she had never experienced anything like that...until now.

Mercy's hips were a blur of speed, the hands on Lois' legs tightening into claws that held the reporter open, her pussy a vertical slit half-filled with Maria's strap-on, and Mercy drove her cock in and out of the unoccupied fraction of Lois' pussy like she was trying to fuck it into submission.

Pain lanced through Lois with every stroke as it bottomed out inside of her, cunt filled beyond capacity, raw and screaming with the fat prick that stretched it out, the pink walls of her pussy straining as Mercy panted and heaved, shook and stabbed deep with her rod, seeking something...like she was trying to fuck her way to the core of the reporter's body, like only in the deepest part of her could the bodyguard find release.

And Lois could do nothing. Maria's nails dug into her breasts, leaving red welts, her arms hung loosely, legs pried apart by Maria. She was a fuckhole, cocksocket, a living onahole, a disposable sextoy for these two bitches to use and ****...and Lois loved it. Through the tears that welled up from her eyes, from the shooting pains whenever Mercy's cock bottomed out until she feared it would scrape her cervix, from the bruises she knew she'd feel more acutely in the morning on breasts and thighs and pussy and...and...Lois could feel her climax building, unlike anything she had ever experienced. A literal pressure growing behind her crotch that made her already painfully stiff prick feel like it was going to burst, like it was too small for the tube of skin that contained it.

But before that could happen, Blaze buried her cock full deep into Lois' muff, until Lois' cock was pressed against the bodyguard's abs, and something warm and wet flowed into Lois...and the reporter knew that feeling too, the feeling of a huge load, nine or ten ropes of sticky cum bursting deep within, spattering the mouth of her womb.

Mercy collapsed a little, leaning against Lois, her chin on Lois' shoulder. The reporter could feel the cock plugging her up, still twitching in aftershocks to her orgasm. Lois panted too, her bangs plastered to her forehead with sweat...but she could still feel her swollen cock stabbing Mercy in the ribs and she felt bad to have to admit out loud...

"I...I haven't cum yet."

"No," Maria said behind her. "And we have to decide...how that's going to happen."