With A Cattle Prod And A Cocky Attitude

Mercy Graves was short but wiry, the kind of bad news that boxers would describe as all steel and whalebone. Her grey chauffeur's uniform with its little cap and buttons coat looked like something from a previous century, but it provided freedom of movement, and hid the form-fitting body armor she wore, and some of her little tricks. One of these she withdrew from an interior pocket and extended until two little prongs snapped outward. A gloved thumb pressed the button on the handle of the telescoping cattle prod, and was glad to see blue sparks jump across the gap between the prongs.

The bodyguard opened the room where Lois Lane had been tested warily, cattle prod at the ready, half-expecting Lois Lane to rush her...but as she entered the room, it was empty. Automatic fire extinguishers had taken care of the reporter's quick burst of heat vision, the ruined remains of the testing equipment were scattered about the room, one dildo embedded in the wall...but there was no Lane.

Mercy frowned. Mr. Luthor would have told her if Lois had left the room. She knew that the reporter had to be hiding. Warily, the bodyguard stepped into the room, ready for anything...

...except a face full of ex-Kryptonian wing-wong.

Lois Lane had climbed above the mantle of the door, and the moment Mercy had come into view, the reporter had swung down. By luck, Mercy's first reaction at seeing the cock flying toward her face was to open her mouth...and as the reporter's inertia slammed her crotch into Mercy's face, the half-hard cock was **** straight into Mercy's tonsils and down her throat.

Instantly, the bodyguard tried to cough, but that convulsion only let the reporter's cock sink deeper. Lois crossed her legs behind Mercy's back, her hands clutched the bodyguard's head. The small, strong woman staggered for a moment with the weight of another grown woman suddenly on her shoulders. They two tottered. Almost as an afterthought, she tried to bite the cock...but then she felt Lois Lane's thumbnails on her eyelids.

"Do it, and you're blind," the reporter said. "Drop the weapon."

There was a moment of hesitation...but then Mercy complied. Her throat continued to convulse, **** to expel the dick that had gone deeper than any dick before.

"No gag reflex? You're such a slut, Mercy," Lois said as she tightened the grip of her legs, so that her balls pressed into the bodyguard's throat. One hand stole down and pinched the bodyguard's nostrils closed. "Go night-night now."

Mercy's hazel eyes burned with rage...but she'd let Lois get the drop on her, and already she could feel her lungs start to burn. A part of her wanted to just buck this bitch off and beat her to within an inch of her life for this indignity...but another part of her wondered if maybe the smart move wasn't to pretend to fall ****, then surprise Lois.