Mercy Cleans Lois Up

There was a hose in the bathroom. Lois Lane was too drunk and exhausted to put up a coordinated defense as Mercy Graves hauled her over to it. Cold water splashed over the reporter as the dickgirl with the pink kryptonite cockring methodically stripped the **** reporter. A part of Lois realized that the situation was wrong, but now that the **** was really hitting her, all Lois could do was thrash feebly...and Mercy Graves easily moved the reporter form one martial arts hold to the next, keeping the reporter restrained as she ran the freezing water all over her...

...and then, pressing it against her asshole, inside as well.

That, as much as anything, is what began to sober the reporter up. Facedown on the floor, naked and freezing as Mercy knelt on the back of her neck. With practiced ease, the dickgirl rinsed out the reporter's anus and pussy, the cold water sloshing through the deepest parts of Lois Lane's anatomy.

If she had been turned on by it...if there had been anything erotic about it...maybe Lois would have seen some humor in her situation. But there wasn't. Mercy Graves, despite what they had just done, was simply doing her job with **** competence. After the reporter had nothing left inside of her, plastic restraints came out, and were cinched about her wrists and elbows behind her.

"Are you going to walk, Lane?" Mercy said. "Or do I have to drag you?"

"I'll walk."

Lois rose unsteadily to her feet. She wasn't totally sober...but sober enough to follow instructions as Mercy led her out of a door at the back of the restroom.

"What about Maria?"

"She'll be fine. Carried away with her job is all," Mercy said.

The corridors they moved through were clean...like a hospital. The door that Lois was led to could have been an airlock from a space station. Mercy tapped in a number, and it slid open with a hiss. The dickgirl stepped into it with Lois, one hand on the reporter's wrists.

"What is this?" Lois asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Mercy said. The voice was rough. The inner door to the airlock slid open, and Lois saw a well-lit room, all sleek and white, like the inside of an Apple computer.

"In, Lane," Mercy gave her a little prod. "Don't try anything."