It's Certainly Getting Her Hot

Lois took the baton. It had a good weight in her hand, but the little leather lashes at the end felt ephemeral, unreal.

"How do I...?" she said.

Angelica slid one hand down to hold Lois Lane's right forearm. The other shifted to the reporter's left hip.

"Head up. Shoulders back. Look her in the eye. Let her know who's in charge."

The raven-haired reporter stared at the older woman leaning forward in her frame. Lois did not smile. There was something like disdain in the set of her lips, as though she looked at something that had to be scraped off her shoe.

"Step back...here," the hand on her hip turned her a little. "You don't strike with just your arm, you'll wear out your shoulder. You have to strike with your entire body. Think of it like pitching a softball. Lower your eyes to her nasty little cunt...you see it?"

Lois did see it. Clear fluid was flowing down the legs from the hairless crotch, the dark inner lips were protruding outside of the labia. The reporter had always privately associated that kind of appearance with "loose" women, those who had fucked around too much, although she knew that it was biological. Still, with all the surgery this woman had had, Lois was a bit surprised she hadn't gone in for a labioplasty...not that Lois was keen for her own pussy to go under the knife.

Blaze carefully levered the forearm back.

"When I let go, bring it forward. Go for speed, not strength. You don't want to hit her with the baton. You want the lashes to slap against that naughty pussy. You want to make her scream through her gag, but we're not being paid to cut her cunt into ribbons or beat her up. Think of this as very hard foreplay..."

The hand let go. Lois Lane's arm flashed forward. The knob of the baton almost graced the erect clit. The trailing lashes raked the pussy with a clap...and the woman, hanging from her bonds, came alive in that instant. Her hips jerked, her eyes grew wide and began to fill with tears, she howled against her gag, danced as every muscle strained in her body.

Lois drank it all in, and at the moment couldn't tell if her pussy was wet because Angelica's cum was leaking out, or because she was more excited than she had been in her entire life.

"That was a good one," Blaze said. The dickgirl turned her face to the bound woman. "What do you say? Should she give you a few more?"

Weakly, the grey-haired woman raised her head.