Nod For Yes

The older woman's eyes shined. Gagged, bound, all she could do was nod...so she did. Her chin wagged. Lips curled back from the bit in her mouth.

Angelica Blaze gave Lois Lane's shoulders a squeeze, and then let go.

"Look! She wants it. Go ahead. Let her really feel it. She deserves it, doesn't she? She's been so bad..."

"So bad," Lois repeated. The reporter brought her arm up behind her...and then snapped it forward. She felt the impact travel up her arm as the leather strips stroked the old woman's cunt.

Red stripes appeared, and the pale thighs quaked. A deep moan went up from the woman's gagged mouth, from deep in her chest. The eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Lois brought her arm back and struck again. And again.

"Bad bitch!" She whispered hoarsely. A part of her wanted to rub her cunny, but the moment the thought went in her head, Blaze was by her side, her hand grasped the reporter's mound. Lois fixed her eyes on the woman who suffered before her, and her arm drew back for another stroke.

Time lost meaning. It could not have been more than a few moments, a dozen strokes, perhaps two...it could not have been more before the cunt was covered with dark red and purple stripes, and blood began to drip brightly from the splayed lips onto the floor. Blaze's hand rubbed fiercely at the reporter's own pussy, and Lois could feel herself hot...wet...****.

The old woman hung limp in her bonds. Head against her shoulder, eyes half-closed, chest rose and fell, her old titties shivered. She shook so hard, but couldn't stop.

"Is that enough, Lois?" Blaze breathed into her ear, like the devil on her shoulder. "Do you want another...or do you want to try it yourself?"