Lois & Blaze Read Marcie & Gina Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"—With A Vengeance

Consciousness came back to Gina slowly. Her head was fuzzy, like her brain was wrapped in cotton candy. The last thing she remembered was a surprise cake on the kitchen table...she'd had just one slice.

Someone was talking from behind her. A female voice. Familiar. Marcie? Gina tried to turn her head...and found she couldn't.

Adrenaline surged through the young woman's body, clearing away the last dregs of sleepiness. Now she was aware that she was sitting in some kind of chair...and she was naked. Gina struggled to keep her breathing calm and deep, pretending sleep. There was a strap over her forehead and another on her chin...around her torso above and below her small breasts...above her elbows and knees, around her wrists and ankles. They felt like leather, smooth and touch. Yet what had the young woman really concerned was the round, smooth, cold something pressed against her bald pussy.

Dammit, Marcie! Gina thought. I told you, the next time you want to play games to fucking ASK. Fucking psychotic, controlling, sadistic, beautiful cunt...

"I did not agree to this!" Marcie's voice came from in front of Gina...and the bound young woman let one eye flutter open. To the unexpected sight of her rival-cum-archnemesis-cum-girlfriend-slash-fuckbuddy-slash-homosexual-life-partner naked as the day she was born and bound in the exact same way that Gina herself felt like. Still pretending to be asleep, Gina nevertheless noticed the powerful Hitachi wand that was strapped between Marcie's legs...and the little switch or knob beneath her right hand. Gina stretched out her fingers and felt an identical knob within easy reach of her own hand.

Who's behind this? Gina wondered. The room they were in was indistinct, out of focus, but seemed to be just a white void. That seemed familiar, somehow...

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," Lois Lane's voice cut in from behind Gina. The young woman's heart sank as she realized where she and Marcie were, and who was behind it. "Or for the other goose, I guess. Also, you might want to tell your girlfriend to stop faking it. We know she's awake."

"You miserable cunt!" Gina strained all of her muscles and twisted in her bonds. "If you hurt a hair on her pussy, I'll rip your tits off with my teeth, I'll..."

"...shut your flapping jaws right now or I'll gag you with a pair of panties I just jerked off in," Blaze said. The Satanic succubus appeared from behind Gina and walked over to Marcie, adjusting the chair so that the two young women were exactly across from each other.

"What is this?" Marcie asked.

It was hard to tell when the demon rolled her eyes; they were pure white, with no pupil or iris, and the horns limited how far she could raise her eyebrows. Nevertheless, she gave a good impression of an exaggerated eye-roll, followed by a theatrical sigh.

"My beloved partner was upset that you had such a poor time on your last review," the scarlet succubus said. "So she thought she'd help you two have a good time."

"By capturing and torturing us?" Marcie said. "You had better let us go! My **** will be spread out over centuries!"

Lois Lane smiled. She was older than either of the young woman by about a decade, and seemed more at ease with her nudity. Her violet eyes almost seemed to twinkle as she brushed the hair out of Marcie's face.

"Oh, we're not going to **** you. You are. That knob under your hand? It's wirelessly connected to the vibrator pressed against Gina's cunny. And hers is tied to yours."

Marcie and Gina looked at each other.

Their fingers touched the knobs almost simultaneously.

Gina shook as a soft rumble suddenly ran through her crotch. An electric buzz emanated from between her legs, and the soft silicone head of the toy was pressed right against her clitoral hood. Even on its lowest setting, Gina gasped...and saw Marcie react as her own vibrator started, tensed up as though an electric current had been turned on between her legs.

"That's the spirit," Lois said. "Now, as you know, every author has their own style...and while your approach to sex scenes tends to be spare..."

With a grin, Gina ticked the setting on the vibrator up a few notches. Her lips peeled back to show teeth as she watched the beautiful bitch she loved start as the Hitachi began a powerful, tooth-shaking pulse. The dark-haired young woman couldn't stop grinning as she began to toy with the setting, watching Marcie squirm.

"Gina, stop it!" Marcie said.

"Maybe after I make you cum so hard you pee yourself!" Gina shot back.

"Oh, you...you...!" Marcie set her teeth...and slipped the knob as far as it would go.

Gina gave a little scream as the buzzing suddenly became an impossible throb against her defenseless pussy. Marcie had least still had some pubic hair to help dampened the sensations, but for Gina it felt like the terrible engine between her legs was shaking her hip bones to pieces.

"...some of us like a more detailed description. Indeed, the readers of Lois Lane's Night Out seem to generally enjoy the level of microscopic detail we sometimes offer." Lois said. The naked reporter leaned against Gina's chair, casting a shadow over the helpless young woman. Between her legs, Gina's clit was stiffening erect, emerging from its hood...and pressing directly against the full-power vibrator head.

"Aaaaaagh!" Gina's eyes flashed. Her fingers found the knob. Marcie tried to squirm away from the toy, but the straps made that impossible. The other young woman's eyes begged Gina not to do it...and perhaps, for a moment, Gina hesitated.

That was the power of love.

Her fingers slid the knob to their highest setting.

Marcie howled, her whole body spasming, thighs quaking. Even in the throes of her own vaginal ****, Gina's eyes widened and nostrils flared as she drank in the sight of that beautiful young body squirming, breasts jiggling, nipples painfully hard.

"And of course," Blaze said. "Keep in mind that while you cunts may have several hundred chapters under your belt, we have several thousand. You may think you have what it takes to write one oral sex scene, or even a dozen...but we've been through hundreds. None of that cut-and-paste shit either. There are over a thousand unique sexual encounters in our story, and your cunts would go numb and dry before you could frig yourselves to them all."

Gina and Marcie were barely listening. The two women were trying to stare each other down, hands on the knobs, flicking through the controls as they sought some other way to sexually torment their paramour. It was maybe not the most healthy of relationship dynamics...but based on the way Gina's cunny was leaking like a sieve, and Marcie was drooling a little and going vacant-eyed, her body occasionally going into uncontrollable spasms, the naked reporter figured both young women were having a good time.

"Now, there is something to be said with the endings you found. There are over five hundred of the things now, and it is awfully difficult to write an ending. Not every one is going to have the same emotional punch or sexy scene that you can fap to. For which we apologize. You see, we do try for variety...and that means that some of the easier options, like letting me run away or being able to bite of Blaze's dick...well, if it happens in one branch, it maybe doesn't happen in another."

"And then there's just when Zeebop gets nasty," Blaze drummed her fingers on top of Marcie's head. "You wouldn't know it, but he's a massive softy for the most part, and a vast number of the endings and epilogues end up with Lois Lane knocked up, married, and/or sickeningly happy and having happy sex like a teenage wetdream. Totally unrealistic. So on occasion, they try to counterbalance that by...well..."

"Gore," Lois said, reaching down and wiping a bit of drool from Gina's chin. The young woman instinctively snapped her teeth at the fingers, but the reporter's fingers were too quick. "****. Impossible insertions. Sometimes really weird shit. There are branches where I've ended up a bimbo, brain dead, a sex worker, actually dead, in hell, missing limbs, pierced, tattooed, branded..."

"Stop bragging," Blaze said. "The point is, not every ending is going to be to everybody's taste...and we're okay with that. It's about the journey as much as the destination, and for a story as absolutely sprawling as this one, the journey involves several hundred alternate timelines worth of pussy-licking, squirting, impregnation, cock-swallowing, cock-slaps, nudity, watersports, and various other fetishes that Zeebop ends up indulging whenever they get asked to...or bored."

"Anyway," Lois reached down and gave Gina a kiss on the cheek. "We just wanted to leave you two with that thought to chew on, and thank you again for reviewing our story."

Blaze stood up and walked off, out of Gina's line of sight. Marcie was gripping the other arm of her chair with her nails, right hand spastically fiddling with the control, making the terrible vibration pulse and pound, almost jumping in the chair as it savaged Gina's clit and cunt.

"W-wait!" Gina said. "Where are you going!? How long are you going to leave us like this?"

"Oh, not too long," Lois called back. "Batteries should run out in five hours at max setting!"

At the break room table, out of Marcie and Gina's sight but close enough to hear their moans and screams, their taunts and lusty oaths, Lois Lane and Blaze shared a cup of tea.

"They're nice young women," Lois said.

"No, they're not," Blaze countered. "Do you think we should tell Gina what was in the cake?"

"No, no. She's having a good time," Lois cocked her head to hear the dark-haired young woman moan, pussy sputtering as she squirted, the vibrating head sending her gushing juices splattering all over her naked body. "No need to ruin it."