Lois Lane Needs To Seduce A Woman And Fuck Her With That Strap-On

The reporter slid the harness on, over the hose and garters. Without any panties, the cold metal plate pressed directly against her clit. Lois Lane flushed as she saw that the outfit had been designed just for this; a little loop in the garter was perfectly positioned to strap the black strap-on against her left thigh, just barely hiding it from view.

Lois wiped sweaty palms on her long, slinky dress. Her mouth was a firm line as she felt the tension in her shoulders and **** them to relax. There was a flutter in her belly as she waited for Mercy Graves' next instruction.

It ate at her, being ordered around this way. Yet at the same time, there was an undeniable excitement. A thrill. She wasn't stupid. Lex Luthor wouldn't make her a lesbian for no reason. Wouldn't give her a dress and a strap-on for no reason. He had planned this, all of this...and he wanted Lois to use this. On another woman.

A disgusting thought...but she was right.

"You're going to seduce a woman, Lois Lane," Mercy Graves said through the speaker. "We're going to open that door, and you'll walk back upstairs to the club. You'll find her there. You'll approach her. Chat her up. Have a drink, dance...whatever it takes. Except by the end of the night, you'll use the strap-on to penetrate her vagina."

Lois Lane swallowed hard.

"We have tracking devices in the dress. If you try to run, the tape of tonight's little activities will be distributed across the internet. It should make good headlines—Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter in the buff. Lois Lane's lesbian confession. And, of course, the effects of the kryptonite will be permanent."

The reporter raised her head and glared in the general direction of the speaker. The threats felt hollow. Yet curiosity made Lois ask:

"Who's the target?"

And the answer surprised her.