Chapter 9 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do to Valeria?

Nipple Twists

A woman's nipples were some of the most sensitive parts of her body...and some of the most fragile. Ten pounds of torque would tear a nipple clean off. While Lois Lane didn't believe in physical punishment under most circumstances, in an emergency she knew that sudden, intense pain could get the truth out of someone when all else fails.

Which is why Lois Lane's fingers clamped down hard and twisted.

Valeria's eyes shot open, her mouth a sudden O of agony. The reporter pushed those fat tits until Valeria's back slammed into the nearest wall, and then raised her knee between the taller woman's legs. Not enough to hurt her—not yet—but enough so that she could feel the squish of the pussy against her leg just above her knee.

"Fat camp," Lois said. "Seems unbelievable."

"It's true!" Valeria said. Her hands clung to the wall as the reporter ruthlessly twisted her tits. The Latina's face was a mask of pain, tears in her eyes...but Lois could tell she was hiding something.

"And how does this fat camp work?" Lois said, and she pressed her leg upwards, so that Valeria went up onto her toes...and nearly screeched, because the reporter tugged on her titties even as she did so.

"Th-the mistress, Blaze, she makes them eat! S-some of them th-throw up and she sticks a hose down their throat and just pumps it into their stomach! She has eating contests all the time, and if they lose she...she does things to them..."

"What kinds of things!?" Lois said, not sure she believed what she was hearing. This sounded like ****, not a way to get big-breasted strippers.

Then Valeria told her...and Lois Lane was so shocked, she let go of Valeria's nipples, and held the taller woman as she collapsed forward as the tears rolled down the Latina's face.

"You'll see," Valeria sniffled. "I'm sorry. She made me bring you here. But you'll see..."