Drink A Lot of Piss

The light was eclipsed as the first ass hovered over Lois Lane's face. Fingers dug into the reporter's mouth, forcing her jaw open. Lois struggled against the manacles that held her wrist and ankle, but there was nothing she could do as the woman above her slid her fingers down over her lips...spread her labia wide with two fingers...

...and then a warm rain hissed down into the reporter's face.

The first stream missed the reporter's mouth, and the reporter's head thrashed as the clear, hot liquid hit her nostril. Lois instinctively tried not to breathe as the hot liquid flooded her sinuses...and then the ass lowered, shifted, and the hot stream ran over her upper lip, and then into her gaping mouth.

The flavor is what struck Lois first. Slightly acidic, like a weak vinegar, like apple juice that was beginning to turn. Lois didn't want to swallow, but there was no way to spit either, not with those hands in her mouth. Her jaw ached as she tried to close, her pink tongue thrashed in the growing pool. The reporter's chest grew tight as her lungs held out as long as they could...but eventually Lois had to breathe, and no air was coming in her nostrils.

Hating herself, eyes dimming, unable to expel the mouthful of piss...Lois Lane did what she had to do.

She swallowed.

It was worse going down. Not the temperature or the texture, not even the taste, just the thought of what she was doing. Drinking another woman's piss. Lois tried to tell herself that it was sterile, that some people did this as medicine, that it was a survival situation and that if she was out in the desert she would definitely drink her own piss rather than die of thirst. Yet right at this second, having made the decision to survive, feeling that hot, sharp liquid slide down her throat and into her stomach, Lois Lane knew the bitter taste of defeat in a very literal way.

The ass descended. Lois Lane's face distorted as she tried to avoid it, but the woman who had just pissed in her face merely reached between her legs to grab a handful of the reporter's hair...and provided to use the reporter's black locks to wipe the last few drops of piss from her pussy.

No sooner had the woman left....and Lois squinted as the light was revealed again...then another clambered into her place, squatting on the altar, her hairy pussy straight above.

"Hope you're thirsty," one of them said cheerfully, and the other women laughed.

All except for Blaze. The demon had her back to the wall, eyes locked on the reporter's naked slit. The scarlet succubus stroked her cock to hardness. It wasn't time yet...but soon enough, they would break Lois Lane. Then that cunt would be hers.