Find Something To Tie Maria Up With

The reporter glanced around the room...and smiled as she saw a set of extension cords within reach. One hand pressed Maria's head against Lois' cunt, as the other hand grabbed the smooth cords from where they lay. The hazel eyes were shut, Maria lost in her own visions as her tongue tickled the reporter's labia.

She never knew what hit her.

As a cub reporter, Lois Lane had covered the rodeo circuit. She was never going to be competitive, but she had learned how to rope a calf. The flexible plastic cables were a bit tricky to work with, but her victim was too surprised to offer much resistance as Lois quickly hog-tied her, the gray and black cabled tying wrist to wrist and ankle-to-ankle, and then both together in front of her so that Maria lay on her back, arms and legs tied together, unable to resist.

The reporter admired her handiwork. The way the pussy was bare and exposed. How the cords bit into the soft flesh. Her hand came down, hard, on the **** ass and Maria yelped in surprise.

"Now," Lois said as she slid a finger up Maria's pussy, not even bothering to ask for permission. "Do you have any more Crimson K?"

"N-no..." Maria said, a tremble in her voice.

The reporter gave a nasty grin. "You're lying."

A second finger slid into the pussy, and Maria gasped.

"I'll ask you again: got any more Crimson K?"

Maria shook her head. Lois grinned a little wider as she pulled her hand out until only the tips of her fingers touched Maria's pussy...and then she roughly shoved three fingers into the tight cunt, which involuntarily squeezed around the invaders.

"I can keep going," Lois said. "So let me ask you again..."