Chapter 9 by Zeebop

How does Lois respond?

Go To Hell!

Lois Lane punctuated her remark with a stream of spit. Faora flinched as it struck her cheek—and then grinned, savagely.

"You first."

With a rough shove, the Kryptonian pressed hard against the reporter's distended abdomen—and Lois Lane screamed as the water under pressure in her bloated body tried to escape, putting pressure on all of her organs. Trapped on the Kryptonian bidet, Lois would have gladly voided it all...but the plug in her ass held firm. With nowhere to go, all the water could do was stretch the walls of her abdomen...and Lois was helpless as a frog pinned to a dissection table.

There was a terrible light in Faora's eyes that had nothing to do with heat vision as she watched the naked reporter writhe beneath her. The madness that only comes from those true sadists who enjoy causing pain for its own sake, the broken people who are fascinated by the way people react when tortured...

"Enough!" Luma Lynai said. "Leave her alone, you...you bitch!"

Faora's head turned. Ursa's black-gloved hand was three fingers deep in the Superwoman's exposed cunt, the beautiful features of the blonde distorted in discomfort as her pussy was stretched far beyond what she was used to. A flicker of interest crossed Faora's face.

"Oh? Do you care what happens to this Terran filth, Starylite? After all, you only met her tonight." Faora's smile stretched into a rictus grin. "Will you be an obedient **** then, if I stop?"

"Don't do it!" Lois spat out, twisting her head to meet Luma Lynai's blue eyes. "Whatever these Kryptonian cunts want, don't give in!"