Punt A Cunt

Instinct took over. Lois Lane was the daughter of a general, and had sat in on hand-to-hand combat training until she could handle herself. She had learned that it wasn't about being bigger, or faster, or even more skilled. It was about being the first one in the fight willing to do things the other person wasn't.

So as the naked lesbian charged at Lois, arms grabbing for the reporter, Lois swung her leg up and shoved her toes into Maria's slit so hard that the young woman was lifted off her feet. Momentum carried the attacker forward, crashing into Lois...and the reporter grabbed and twisted, landing on top as Maria hit the floor, her thumbs already digging into the young woman's carotid arteries.

Maria barely had time to register how her world had gone suddenly, completely wrong. She couldn't even moan in pain. Darkness was closing in on her as the reporter throttled her. The young woman looked up at the lithe, naked form of Lois Lane, and was struck by how this was decidedly not how she had wanted to end up under the reporter...

Which is when the whole world went green.

Up at the ceiling, a green crystal picked up and reflected the light of the sunlamps. Green Kryptonite, its deadly radiations which could kill Superman...and which were painful even to reporters with an overlay of Kryptonian DNA.

Lois Lane's body tensed. She keeled over onto her side in sudden, inexplicable, full-body searing pain...like a sunburn that reached down to her bones. Maria, unable to walk, crawled away, putting distance between herself and the naked reporter.

Overhead, the voice on the speakers broke in.

"You didn't follow directions, Lane," Mercy Graves said. "You need to eat the pussy, or get eaten out. Which will it be?"