Katana

Folded steel sang as it was unsheathed. So fast that Lois barely saw the movement, barely felt anything...one moment she stood there, naked and painted in meth, and the next the Japanese woman's katana was between her legs, the slit of the reporter's labia just resting on either side of the cold steel.

"Do not move," the woman said, her stare fixing Lois Lane. Brown eyes, calm and deadly, stared into the reporter's violet eyes—and to her credit, Lois did not flinch. "My sword steals the souls of its victims."

Katana rose from the couch. She wasn't very tall, perhaps an inch shorter than Lois. The steel sword slid the length of the naked woman's slit, and Lois realized with a measure of relief that it was the blunt back side the blade, not the edge, that slid between her legs.

"It belonged to my husband," the Japanese woman said as she walked closer, until the round tsuba, the small guard of the Japanese sword, hit the reporter's clit. "I feel connected to him through this blade. It reminds me of when we were...together. The things he used to do to me."

The shorter woman was standing very close to Lois now, their breasts almost touching. Lois could smell the whiskey on the assassin's breath, see her pupils wide and dilated, nostrils flaring as she drank in the reporter's scent. As far as Katana was concerned, Lois was simply a whore hired for her amusement...

Without looking down, the Japanese woman placed the hilt of her sword between her thighs. The deadly steel connected them now. Lois swore she could feel a hungry tremble run through the blade.

Hands grabbed the reporter's upper arms. Pale hands belonging to a woman. A warm tongue licked the **** off of Lois Lane's left shoulder.

"I got her K," Harley Quinn said, standing on the table. "Give it to her good!"

Even if Lois had wanted to get away, there was no way to escape Harley Quinn's grip...or the determined stare of Katana as she began to rock back and forth, thighs tightly gripping her sword, the folded steel sliding back and forth through Lois Lane's slit, the tsuba striking her hard little clitoris hard enough to make the reporter's ass shake, and a cloud of powdery meth falling off her like snow.