Kiss Her Back

Two hundred pounds, half of it tits. Lois Lane's arms were pinned to the floor, and Jenny Dunlap had her ass high in the air, balancing on her tatas as she pressed her lips against the reporter's. In that moment, as it seemed like it was getting harder and harder to breathe, Lois Lane did the only thing she could.

Her tongue slipped past the blonde's defenses, quick as an eel. The blonde's eyes widened....and then narrowed and closed, her own tongue sliding out to meet the reporter's. Lois withdrew, drawing that little pink slab of meat into her mouth....and then her lips closed on it and she began to suck, fellating the little tongue as the false Power Girl pressed her tits forward, threatening to engulf the trapped reporter's head...

"That's enough now," a voice said. Husky, commanding, feminine, but with a strange accent that Lois Lane couldn't place. Something Mediterranean, maybe, though it could have been Egypt or Greece or anywhere in between as far as Lois knew. "It's not like she's paying for it.

Two strong young women rolled Jenny Dunlap off of Lois. Two more were waiting and caught the reporter's arms and legs as soon as they were free.

Lois twisted her head, still able to taste Jenny Dunlap's tongue on her lips.

The woman before her wore a dark, one-piece evening dress, cut low in the front and the ban, hanging off her shoulders very loosely; the skirt was slit up to the hip, revealing long bare legs and shoeless feet. Yet that was not what caught Lois Lane's attention.

The figure had skin as red as fresh blood on parchment, but the consistency looked closer to old leather. Long, slender hands ended in dark nails almost like talons; long slender arms and legs with barely visible muscles gave a lanky appearance. Not a spare ounce of fat on that supple frame, but no breasts either, no ass. Like a marathoner, it was a lean form with no soft curves at all.

Dark horns ran up from her noble forehead, shaped like the bust of Nefertiti, but the black hair that ran down her head to mid-back was wild, unruly. Pure white eyes with no pupil or iris stared Lois Lane in the eye.

"You're trespassing."

"You don't have the tits for that dress!" Lois countered. "I want to see the other missing women."

The woman cocked her head and gave the reporter some thought.

"And?"

Lois blinked.

"You want to see them. Talk to them, presumably. That can be arranged. But what will you give me in return?"

The reporter bit back the reply she wanted to give, hand coiling into a hard fist.

"Why should I give you anything? Your whole operation is illegal. You're pimping these women out!"

The woman gave an eloquent shrug. She seemed to enjoy the height advantage she maintained while Lois was on her back.

"You can deal with me," the devilish woman said. "Or I can throw you into Metropolis river and see how well you swim while tied up and stuffed into an oil drum."

Lois set her mouth in a hard line. The demonic boss had a point.

"What are you offering?" The reporter asked.