Lois Lane Cannot Take A Piss In Peace

The bathroom was occupied.

A nude young Asian woman was chained next to the toilet, masturbating. There was a metal collar around her slim neck, the inside lined with velvet. A lock of her dark black hair had been dyed a metallic blue, but her pussy had been shaved smooth, and the small fingers were busy rubbing at her clit, the eyes shut closed, face clinched up as though she was having trouble achieving orgasm.

With a kind of dull shock, Lois Lane recognized Tonya Wong, one of the missing women.

The eyes opened...and fastened on the monster hanging between the dickgirl reporter's thighs.

"Sucky-sucky?" The young woman said in an idiotic imitation of a Southeast Asian accent.

"You're a business major at Metropolis University," Lois said dryly. "And no, I have to take a piss."

Tonya dropped the act. She smiled ingratiatingly. "You can pee on me."

Lois stepped forward. "I'm going to piss in the bowl."

"Can I at least hold it?"

The reporter brought her hands up to rub her temples. "Fine. Sure. Go ahead."

The chain clinked as Tonya Wong shifted to her knees beside the bowl. Lois Lane's fat pecker was five inches long when limp, and filled the tiny hand like a slug. The young woman carefully pointed the piss-slip toward the toilet bowl...and Lois relaxed her internal muscles.

Piss burned along her urethra, erupting out from the head in an all-consuming stream. Lois let out a sigh of release as her bladder emptied itself over long minutes. She wondered if all men felt this kind of relief, taking a piss after sex.

"So why are you here?" Lois asked, nonchalantly.

"Oh, it's my turn. But it gets so lonely when the dancers are out on the floor...I haven't had anybody to play with..."

"Uh huh. And where are the others?" The reporter said, instinctively squeezing her muscles as the stream began to lessen, trying to empty herself completely. Tonya Wong seemed fascinated by the dick, peeling back the foreskin. Before Lois could stop her, the young woman was leaning over the bowl and licking the soft, sensitive pink skin behind the head.

"Hey, enough of that," Lois said with irritation. She wanted to shake her dick, but was afraid of making a mess.

Tonya Wong looked up at her. "Tastes like pussy. You like pussy?"

The stream of urine finally died down to a few painful, burning drops. Lois frowned. It almost felt like there was still a bit inside of her, but it wouldn't come out no matter how she squeezed.

"I think I'm a bit fucked out at the moment," she said honestly.

The young woman smiled, a light seemed to burn in her eyes. Obviously, Lois Lane's statement sounded like a challenge...