Mercy Has To Make Her

The naked reporter hesitated a moment too long.

Mercy Graves tugged the chain hard, and Lois Lane sprawled onto her knees. The muscular bodyguard didn't cease, but dragged the reporter toward the bed while Lois choked, hands scrabbling at the velvet-lined collar as it dug into her throat. When the back of the reporter's head hit the back of the bed, the bodyguard reached down and bodily threw Lois onto the bed.

It's not that she's that strong, Lois thought as she coughed, tugging at the collar as Mercy tied the chain off on one of the loops of the bed. But she knows how to move the weight around. Judo or jiu-jitsu...

Lois knew a little karate herself. Used it when she had to. Her hands balled into fists, waiting for Mercy to come close.

"Don't," the naked woman said as she crawled toward Lois. But the bodyguard was still smiling, like a cat, dark eyes flashing.

The reporter took a swing anyway. Mercy caught the reporter's right wrist as it swept passed, and pressed it back above the wall...where the velvet-lined steel cuff locked into place.

Her right hand came around, but Mercy was ready for it. Both hands caught the reporter's arm, and though Lois kicked and squirmed, the arm was being drawn back...back...and now Lois could see and smell the naked woman that was climbing on top of her, the fine patterns of scars, the small pink novels hard, the hard muscles of her abdomen, ribs clearly visible...the carefully trimmed push, just a strip of dark fur leading to a bare pussy with protuberant labia.

Lois Lane's right wrist was pressed into the cuff...and the reporter glared at Mercy as she straddled the half-recumbent dickgirl, who smiled down at her. Mercy reached forward and pushed pillows behind Lois Lane's back, and Lois couldn't even reach forward and bite her because of the collar around her neck.

"I never dreamed you'd make a fight of it," Mercy said. She reached back, caressing the dickgirl's hard cock. "You don't know this about me Lane, but I've always been a **** at heart. I want to take. Oh, I know it's wrong. I've never done it. But it's how I get off. Up until now, it's always been play. Safewords and all that. But you want the real thing, don't you?"

Mercy slid back, two fingers trapping the head of the reporter's dick as she squatted over the half-bound reporter.

"Condom," Lois hissed, suddenly conscious that neither of them were using protection, and she didn't know if Mercy was on birth control.

"It feels better raw," Mercy told her...and sat down hard on Lois Lane's cock.