Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Does Lois Stop At Three?

Lois Is Just Getting Started

*WHAP*

The lash fell across the woman's thighs. Lois drew it back for another cast. No one stopped her. No one said anything. It was like she was stuck in a room with just her and the bound woman with the fake tits and the tummy-tuck and the pleading eyes.

*WHAP*

The lash struck her left hip, leaving fine white lines that quickly darkened to red. Utterly powerless before the reporter. The eyes seemed to beg her to strike again. More. Harder.

*WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP*...

The woman tried to scream as the lash fell across her clit and labia, breasts and belly, thrashing in the bonds as the reporter reigned a succession of blows against her body with all her strength. Lois could feel the burn in her shoulder now, like when she used to play tennis. She waited until the woman stopped thrashing, panting heavily through her gag, knees trembling a little. Wanted her to anticipate the next blow.

Except there wasn't one. Lois took a step forward and brought the lash up between the woman's legs...not a hard strike, but a stroke. The leather covered baton ground into her pussy lips, and the reporter watched those eyes, wondering what they would look like if she shoved the head of the thing inside that well-used cunt...

"Enough," Blaze said gently, one hand on Lois Lane's elbow. "I think you're ready to play with some other toys, now."