Record Lois Lane Overdosing On Bimbo Pills

No ropes, no handcuffs. A pair of tinsnips took care of Lois Lane's clothes, slicing through cloth, latex, and leather with equal ease. Lois Lane remained standing still as the clothes were cut off of her. The taste of the gun barrel filled the reporter's mouth. Her eyes focused on the gangster holding it. He was cool as a cucumber, eyes hidden by a pair of shades, his off-the-rack suit bulging over muscles. Even if she could get the gun out of her mouth, her chances of overcoming him and grabbing the gun were small.

He didn't intend to give her that chance.

"Sit," he ordered, emphasizing his word by pressing the gun downward against her tongue.

Lois sat. An office chair had been slid in place behind her. As soon as she sat, two men with rolls of duct tape pinned her limbs to the chair, the heavy tape wrapping her limbs, trapping her in place. As her ass settled into the plastic shell of the chair, Lois took what comfort she could in the fact that they didn't seem likely to sexually **** her.

They took no chances once her arms and legs were secured. The chair was on wheels, and as two of them pulled her backward, down a dimly-lit hallway, the goon with a gun kept pace, his measured tread never faltering, the barrel never leaving her mouth. Fantasies ran through the reporter's head...seducing the guard by fellating the barrel, ripping free from her bonds, biting his jugular out iwth her teeth...but they were only fantasies. Lois Lane wasn't Batwoman. She was only human...

The room they came to had chains bolted onto the wall, a drain in the floor....and a camera set up on a tripod. The reporter's chair was rolled over top of the drain. The camera was positioned to take in her naked body...and it was Tyrell who handed the bald man the baggie full of pink, heart-shaped pills.

The second the gun barrel left her mouth, Lois Lane tried to spit...to give at least some gesture of contempt, of resistance...but they were waiting for that. One of the men grabbed her jaw and pried it open with her fingers. Another pinched her nostrils shut. Lois tried to twist her head as the full baggy of bimbo pills was poured into her mouth. Tried to push them out with her tongue.

It was too little, too late. They clamped her mouth shut, and duct tape ripped around her head in three complete arcs, holding her lips in place. Lois could feel the dry pills fill her mouth, the sharp edges against the roof and tongue...but the men simply left her there. The bald Black man in the suit holstered his gun and set the camera to record. The mindless eye with its little red light stared at the naked, trapped reporter. His brown eyes met hers.

"Probably thought you were pretty smart. But the smart ones suffer the most. All them brains are gonna melt and flow down into those tits. Gonna watch them titties swell up so fast they explode. And when it's over? You ain't even gonna be able to spell the word brains."

Then he left too. The metal door in the small room clanged shut.

Lois Lane was all alone...and her saliva began to dissolve the pills.