No. Only Until You Are Strong Enough To Make Us Stop.

Lois Lane blinked. She should have been running.

Tonya Wong's slim hands pushed the reporter from behind, so that Lois stumbled into the ring of naked Amazons. As one, the towering women stepped forward. The reporter pivoted on her heel as she realized the trap, but even as she tried to dive between two of the Amazons, they grabbed and tossed her back into the middle.

Like a caged animal, Lois sunk into a crouch. She kicked off her high heels, spun around, sought for a weak point...and finally made a lunge. The two Amazons in that direction closed an imaginary gap between then, and Lois spun on her bare heel and dove for the real gap they had opened up...when a heavy hand slammed down on the back of her neck.

The blow drove Lois to her knees, momentarily stunned and out of breath. She staggered back to her feet, but by then the crowd of naked, oiled bodies was too close. She felt the hands grab at her clothes, lift her in the air. Like a hellcat, Lois twisted and turned, feet and fists flashed out to connect with any warm body within reach. Yet she was like a dog at the vet's, utterly overwhelmed.

With practiced ease, the reporter's clothes were stripped from her. Impassive female faces met her every gaze. The overwhelming smell of olive oil, sweat, and that locker-room odor of pussy was overwhelming. Lois growled and bent her body. With the olive oil on their hands, the Amazon's grip was not as tight as it could be. Lois purposely flexed her body, braced against one Amazon as she tugged at the other, let the oil rub off of her...

Then they dropped her.

The naked reporter fell on the floor, landed heavily on her back. Before she could move again, the tall Amazon sat on her chest, her massive weight pressed down against the reporter's breath.

"You have spirit," the Amazon leader said. "We knew you would. But you are not strong enough. Not yet. You will get stronger...and you will taste our cunts until you are strong enough not to."

Lois Lane wasn't sure what that meant...and then the Amazon's ass moved backward. The hairy cunt, wet and wiry, was dragged across the reporter's chest, and pressed heavily against her face.

Leaving Lois Lane ****.