Put the Boot In

Mercy Graves was wearing boots. The boot was now flat against the middle of Maria's back. High as she was, bent over on her knees and with the clasped fists of another woman half-embedded in her cunny, Lois Lane realized that this was a Bad Thing.

"Can we talk about this?" The reporter asked, looking back at the bodyguard.

"In a minute," Mercy grinned, and pressed forward—hard.

Maria had been deep-fisting Lois Lane's slowly. Giving the pussy time to stretch. Using lots of lube. Even so, it had been the most intense vaginal experience of the reporter's life. Now...now the pressure built suddenly. Pain spiked through the reporter's cunny. But there was too much lube, and too much ****, the mass of Maria falling across the reporter's lower back, Mercy driving her on...

There wasn't a pop, exactly, as the twin hands pushed their way into the reporter's body. Lois couldn't even scream. She was stuck in a state of shock as her labia closed around Maria's wrists. Unable to even process pain from pleasure as she felt the hard knuckles now inside her overstuffed cunt. It made sense that the hands would fit, for after all a woman's canal was made to give birth, but still, to have it go in all at once...

Lois choked. Mercy Graves unclipped something from her belt and passed it over the reporter's head. It slipped into place behind Lois's neck. The reporter looked up to see the chain...

A **** chain. Like a dog.

"Now then!" Mercy said chipperly. "You and Maria are going to come along quietly. Right?"

Lois Lane swallowed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Naked, double-fisted, and now she was about to be led around on a dog-chain...but to where?