Lois & Blaze Read Marcie & Gina Read Lois Lane's Night Out 2: Read Harder

Consciousness came back to Gina slowly. Her head felt thick, tongue gummy in her mouth. The air, hot and humid, like pea soup in her lungs. At some point she must have kicked the sheets off, because she could feel the sweat run down her naked body, turned her head into the pillow and squeezed her eyes tight against the light, but somebody was reading...an unfamiliar woman's voice...

"Gina is a skinny, black-haired, 19-year-old girl who is currently enrolled in the local American high school. Despite her popularity, one could consider her body resembling more of a twig. Containing breasts that lean towards A-cups rather than C-cups, or her rather bony bottom that made sitting in class an everlasting chore," the voice dripped with amusement. Definitely a woman, with an unfamiliar East Coast accent. Gina growled as she recognized the description...only to find that her wrists and ankles were tied down.

Fully awake now, the young woman growled and took in her surroundings. Gina was tied with white sashes, hand and foot, to the corners of a four-poster bed that lay smack dab in an endless expanse of white sand desert, the sky above the deep blue of a television screen stuck on a dead channel. Two naked women, sat on the far corners of the bed. Both were taller than Gina, though it was otherwise more difficult to tell their exact age. One, a pale woman with dark straight hair and small breasts scarcely larger than Gina's was reading off a tablet; she was the one who had spoken...who was still speaking.

"Bad-tempered, with a rather sadistic personality Gina has gained quite the reputation as the most evil of high school queens. Destroying many lives and forcing others to obey her every whim many people would happily wish great ill upon her." The woman smiled. She was thin, and in good shape; even sitting on the edge of the bed she carried a quiet confidence that Gina envied.

"Fucking cunt," the bound woman growled. "Let me go right now, or I'll rip the lips off your twat and feed them to you!"

"And a potty mouth," the other woman said. Gina turned her, grey-blue eyes narrowing. This one was taller than the other woman, muscles well-defined on her long arms and legs, lean as a greyhound, ribs sticking out, bony and without an ounce of spare fat on her...but while Gina might had admired the nude female form, she was disconcerted by the skin like fresh blood on parchment, the dark horns that curled back from the broad forehead, the wild mane of black hair that fell down past the demon's shoulders, the puffy pink nipples on the small breasts, like unripe strawberries.

Gina knew those descriptions. She had read them over and over many times. Her mouth felt suddenly nasty and she swallowed as she recognized who, exactly, had captured her...and who must be writing this chapter.

"Fuck me," the young woman said, as Gina stared at Lois & Blaze. Her muscles tensed as she struggled to squirm free, but in her heart of hearts she knew Zeebop rarely allowed such a deus ex machina.

"In due time," Blaze said. Her mouth assumed a placid smile, just the gentlest of bows, like Da Vinci's famous portrait. The demon reached out and grabbed the big toe of Gina's right foot and wiggled it.

Spastic **** ensued. Gina screamed and hurled ****, arching her whole body. Muscles bunched in her arms and legs as she strained with all her might, the cloth bindings tightening as she pulled until they began to cut into her skin painfully.

Lois read quietly, clicking through a new chapter every few minutes, until Gina had exhausted herself. The bound woman lay panting, nose running, dark hair a crow's nest about the bed. In her riot, she had knocked the pillow from beneath her head, and her wrists and ankles were flushed and rubbed raw.

"...fucking...bitches...can't...Marcie will..."

"Marcie sold you to us for a pack of clove cigarettes," Lois said. "We actually have a list of care instructions. Like we were taking the class gerbil home for the weekend."

A shadow fell across the panting Gina. Blaze's shins dug into the young woman's biceps. A dripping hairless slit hung in front of her face.

"I think I have a better use for that tongue," the demon said.

Gina glowered. Her brow furrowed. "Look you Satanic slut, I'm not Lois Lane for you to fuck around with! You put your cunt near my mouth and I'll bite your clit off!"

Blaze's smile widened. She reached down and, with two fingers, spread her slit. Gina blushed at the bright pink, almost neon glow of the inside of Blaze's exposed pussy. She could see...and smell...everything. Every drop of sweat down that blood-red labia. The juices gathering at the entrance to her vagina. Overflowing, so that they dribbled down to that V at the very bottom of the pussy...and then the clear fluid ran down in a wet line, to drip on Gina's chin.

"My dear...you don't understand. You see, you're going to lick this cunt...or this cock is going to stuff your little throat."

The image shifted, almost as though some cosmic director had cut the reel and spliced in a new scene. Suddenly Gina could hardly breathe; a fat, sweaty sack, warm and pulsing with a living heartbeat covered her face. The drooping cock hung limp, thicker than her forearm, over her right eye. Precum dribbled out onto Gina's forehead.

"So...what will it be? Cunt, or cock?"

Gina closed her eyes...but in truth, there was only one choice to make.

The weight vanished from her face, leaving only the dribble of liquid on her forehead. When Gina opened her eyes, that great pink cunt was there...and it began to descend.

"Now then," Lois Lane said, out of Gina's sight but not out of her thoughts. The reporter had already made Gina's list of fuckers to destroy. Her hands rubbed the bound young woman's inner thighs, nails careful not to scratch the sensitive skin. "Such a skilled lesbian as yourself must be familiar with the alphabet trick?"

"Yeah..." Gina admitted. Oral sex 101. Stick your tongue in their twat and trace out the letters of the alphabet. Crude, ineffective, but better than fucking nothing...

Blaze's pussy settled on the young woman's mouth, her clitoris nearly jammed up Gina's nostril. All that Gina could smell was the wet, slightly fishy odor of quim. It made her head swim. Gina deliberately kept her mouth shut and her tongue behind her teeth, but she could already feel the salty liquid drip onto her lips, soak into the tissues...if she opened her lips just a little, she would taste it.

"Think of this like writing sentences at school. It'll improve your grammar and spelling. You're going to spell out 'I love Lois Lane's Night Out' a hundred times in Blaze's slit...and if you're very good...and don't make any mistakes...then by the time we hand you back to Marcie, you won't be able to fucking walk."

Indignation raged through Gina's brain.

I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to fucking do it. Fuck them, what the fuck are they going to do? Stupid goddamn ancient rugmunching bitches can't make me...eat...c-cunt...

Down below, Gina felt her labia being pried apart. There were awful tsking sounds.

"You know, I just don't think I can work in an environment like this. All this...hair..." A finger pushed through the dark mass of Gina's pubic hair. "No, I think this will all have to come off. Do you shave dear? Wax? Or do you prefer to...pluck?"

A pinpoint of agony wracked Gina's form. Her lips opened, involuntarily, and Blaze's fingers came down, to pinch the young woman's nostrils shut.

"Eat up," the demon said. "If you're quick about it, you might have some hair left, for when it's our turn to tell you how much we enjoyed 'Hard Candy.'"

Sick to her stomach. Air in her lungs hot and stale. Pain pricking her every moment as Lois Lane slowly and methodically denuded her young cunt...Gina shivered as she surrendered, just a little. **** her body to relax. Extended her tongue...and as she began to trace that first letter, running from the top of Blaze's cunt to the bottom, the red fingers released her nose, and Gina sucked in the hot, wet air that smelled of demon pussy and her own sweat...

"Good girl," Blaze gave her a Mona Lisa smile as Gina's tongue traced the lefthand curve of her pussy, then dragged across to the right to complete the "L." A red hand smoothed the young woman's hair.

"It's better this way, isn't it? You in your rightful place."

Impotent rage filled Gina's skull, brain boiling with mingled lust and hate. She wanted to smash the demon's face in. Grab her horns and shove her twat in that stupid mouth. Fist Lois Lane's ass until it came out the reporter's mouth and then shove her fist into Blaze's ass so that Lois Lane's face slammed into the crimson cunt while Gina...

In her rage, Gina missed the apostrophe in "Lois Lane's Night Out." Blaze slapped her lightly on the side of her head.

"Pay attention! Honestly, if you don't get this right, we'll be here until your cunt is bald."

Sullenly, Gina started over from the beginning, Her tongue tracing the "I" from top to bottom.

Somewhere, Marcie read, one hand between her legs...and smiled. The pack of clove cigarettes was at hand, and a box of wooden matches. Not that she normally smoked...but something told her this was going to be an exception.