Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does anything prevent Lois from cumming?

Someone Grabs Lois By The Balls

Even the fastest train at full steam can be derailed.

Cold fingers clamped so tight about the base of the reporter's cock that Lois Lane let out a yelp of pain...followed, a moment later by a groan of primal denial as a second hand gripped her balls and tugged. The reporter was dragged backward, cock popping out of the insensate Maria, the rigid prick waving in the air.

The dickgirl reporter twisted around, trying to see what low-down, dirty, ball-tugging bastard had cock-blocked her...and stared into the grinning face of Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's personal bodyguard and factotum.

"Watch it, Lane," Graves said, the short, muscular woman maintaining her stranglehold on the reporter's cock and balls, the brown eyes fixed on the reporter with murderous intensity. "The contents of these balls are property of LexCorp!"

"Let me go you insane cunt!" Lois shouted as she wiggled, but had to stop as Mercy's grip tightened. The reporter's whole body seized up, her prick impossibly tight, the woman's thumb deftly pressing deep inside her scrotum. It was like being stabbed, and the crushing grip of Mercy Graves' fingers only added to the crippling pain.

"Careful, Lane," Mercy Graves warned. "I've been trained in the women's only wrestling arts of Khandaq—I can castrate a bull with my bare hands."

Lois Lane was in agony. In her life, she had been kicked in the crotch, shot, stabbed, and one terrorist had even taken a pair of pliers to her nipples...but she had never felt anything like the agony of her balls being almost crushed, on top of the utter denial.

"Please!" Lois said, with tears in her eyes. "You don't understand—I have to cum!"

"You will, Lane—when and where LexCorp tells you to!" Graves said. "So if you want to empty that big fat dick, you're going to do what I say and play along like a good girl."