Mercy Bites The Distracted Reporter

Pain lanced through Lois Lane's body. Hard, sharp teeth bit down on the soft, spongy, sensitive clit. Immediately, the reporter screamed...then she thrashed, kicked away, huddled over, and holding her poor, injured pussy with both hands.

Mercy Graves smiled as she rolled back onto her feet. Her face was flushed, eyes dilated, short-cut mousy brown hair mussed...and there was blood on her teeth.

"Not bad, Lane," Mercy said as she stood up and struggled out of her pants. "For an amateur...but I do this for a living."

The reporter was on her knees. Utterly unready for when Mercy's boot cracked into her hands, hard enough to sprain fingers...and hard enough to bruise her labia and send Lois flying. She landed on her tits, and nearly puked from the sudden spike of pain...and then Mercy was on top of the reporter, a knee pressed into her spine as she grabbed at the reporter's wrists and ankles. Plastic zip ties slipped around and cinched tight faster than Lois could respond to...and in less time than it takes to tell of it, the reporter was on her stomach, arms crossed behind her back, ankles tied to opposite wrists.

"Well then," Mercy said, half naked and pleased from a job well done. "Important question for you Lane: do you want to eat pussy? Better answer that correctly."

The reporter fumed. She hurt. A part of her knew that Lex Luthor was watching every minute of this humiliating defeat. Listened to every word, probably recorded it. Her instinct was to keep her mouth shut...

...and then she felt the toe of Mercy's boot press between her ass cheeks.

"Five seconds, Lane. Give me an answer, or I'll see how much of this will fit up that tight little ass of yours."