I'm...Curious To Try It Myself

Curiosity was one of Lois Lane's defining traits. It was what made her such a great reporter. What pushed her to dig deeper, to go places other reporters wouldn't, to extremes they wouldn't dream of. Not just to get the story...but to satisfy that craving inside of her, to learn, to know, to find out what others would keep secret.

Sometimes, though, she was a little too curious for her own good...

Angelica Blaze cinched the bond tight on the naked reporter's left wrist. It was leather, lined with velvet. The reporter felt herself tense as she was bound hand and foot on the X-frame, just as the older woman had been...the woman whom the hooded, topless helpers had helped down from her station, carried away to be massaged with soft sponges, aloe creams rubbed onto her throbbing pussy.

Leaving just Lois and Angelica.

"I have to admit," the tall woman said, holding up the flail with its leather strips. "I've wanted you to be my victim since I first saw you. I never imagined you would willingly enter into my power."

Blaze's left hand slipped behind the reporter's neck, her face drew close...and Lois felt hungry lips against hers. Before Lois could even respond, Blaze pulled back, cracking the whip.

"No safe word," she said, dark eyes flashing. "If you say stop, I stop. I'm going to give you five stripes against your unprotected pussy. No more."

Lois breathed hard. Her body tensed, anticipating the blow.

"Relax," Blaze said. "**** yourself to breathe. Anticipation is everything, but you want to calm down."

Heart thundering in her chest. Lois **** herself to take several long, slow breaths. In through her nose, out through her mouth. Chest expanding and contracting as her diaphragm rose and fell. On the third breath, she felt some of the tenseness ease out of her muscles. Blaze's eyes were waiting...watching...

The lash cracked faster than Lois could see it.

Pain blossomed along her pussy. Her eyes bugged out, knees instantly shaking, and for a moment Lois was glad she was bound to the X-frame, because if she had been standing, she would have folded inward on herself.

"One," Blaze said.

This time, Lois could see the arm come up, underhand. Her voice choked as the lashes slapped against her aching slit. Her whole body tensed, after the blow, the strange numbness swiftly followed by sheer pain as blood flooded her genitals.

"Two."

On the third strike, Lois felt the veins pop on her neck and forehead. Dimly, she tried to jerk out of the way, but she was held too securely. The pain lanced through her like lightning, tears welling in her eyes, nostrils flaring...and her lungs felt frozen.

"Three."

Blaze waited. Waited for Lois to regain a modicum of control. The aftermath of the strokes was worse than the lashings. Her whole crotch felt on fire, and Lois could feel a dribble of something leak out of her pussy...and whether it was pee or if she had squirted, the reporter couldn't tell right then. Violet eyes locked on Blaze, and Lois managed to draw a ragged gasp...and the arm came up again, the lash smacking audibly against the flesh, one strand almost cutting her clit, and Lois gave voice to a ragged scream.

"Four."

Another pause...Lois sagged on the frame. She hadn't wanted to believe that she could be undone so quickly. Four light blows, and already she felt light-headed, dizzy...but Blaze waited, patiently. Her dark eyes flashed. It was like a test. As if she dared Lois to finish up. The reporter **** herself to nod...and the final stroke slapped, not against the reporter's pussy, but across her chest. This unexpected stroke brought a high-pitched squeal from the reporter...and then she hung there, eyes on her chest, the livid red stripes on her small breasts.

"Five."

Blaze drew close. She let the head of the lash brush against the reporter's aching, sensitive pussy lips.

"If you were my ****," Angelica said. "I would leave you there all night. I would flay you to within an inch of your life, and then...ah!...what pain and pleasure would be ours. Tell me Lois...do you want more? Or shall I let you down?"