The Acolyte Buys It, But...

"Oh, for sure!" The petite Asian acolyte said, then sidled up to Lois, clutching at her arm. "But uh...there's a little time before the ceremony...if you want me to kiss it and make it better."

Lois Lane swallowed. She did not want to think of a mouth on her pussy right now. It already felt like her labia was on fire, a dull throbbing pain that spoke of either a bottle of vodka and trying to tie her own stitches or, if she could stomach the humiliation, a trip to the emergency room.

"I really have to get these to the Mistress..." The reporter tried.

"But no true acolyte of Crimson Devil can turn down sex!" The young woman said. "Come on, just bend over. I just want to taste your pussy."

The reporter's heart sank. The cult had some sort of taboo against turning down sex. There didn't seem to be an easy way out...Lois might be able to overpower this young woman, but she didn't want to resort to **** except as a last resort...and she didn't know if she could run in her current condition.

"O-okay!" Lois said, bending over into a half-squat. The naked acolyte lifted the reporter's robe, and Lois felt absurdly more exposed in her half-dressed state than she had a moment ago getting her pussy split by that stone cock.

Just relax, Lane, she told herself, still clutching onto her clothes. You're just getting your pussy eaten out by a young woman. Totally normal. Don't think about the consequences. Just enjoy the oral sex and be on your way.

Thumbs spread her labia, and the reporter repressed a hiss of pain. She felt the unfamiliar sensation of hard cheeks pressed against her ass, the tentative, eager probing of a small, wet thing—the acolyte's tongue—licking at her inner folds. It was far from unpleasant, and as it continued, Lois felt herself begin to relax a little.

Then the tongue slid across the split in her labia.

It was like getting licked by battery acid. Lois was unable to suppress a yelp of pain.

The acolyte, perhaps mistaking this for an expression of delight, began to suck on the reporter's labia. Lois shivered with the effort of containing herself. She tried not to think of all the bacteria in a human mouth, or the inevitable infection. Her world was pain.

...I must not fear, fear is the mind-killer, the little ****...

The reporter strained to stay afoot, knees wobbly, legs screaming at her. Finally, a moment of reprieve as the acolyte came up for air.

"Oh wow," the young Asian woman panted. "You're so intense! I can feel you shaking, right on the verge of orgasm. My pussy is so fucking wet right now. I don't suppose you could...um...return the favor?"