"Yes, I'd Fuck A Big Black Cock!"

The reporter could feel her cheeks and ears burn as she blurted out the truth.

"See? That wasn't so hard." Mercy Graves' voice came out of the speakers, and Lois could hear the smug joy in it. "Are you a big black cock slut, Lois?"

"No." Lois said...and was surprised to feel the vibrator in her pussy sputter to a halt.

"That's right. You aren't. You just want to be a big black cock slut, but you've never had the courage...or maybe it's just that you've never had an opportunity. Would you fuck a big black cock if it was right in front of you?"

"No!" Lois said. "I'm not a whore."

"No...you're a good girl. But you can be a BBC slut. I can see the potential inside you."

The vibrator began to withdraw back down into the floor...and Lois felt a bit of confusion. She still couldn't move her feet, but at least she wasn't getting fucked anymore.

"But answer me this: would fuck a big black cock to save a life?"

Before Lois could answer, the wall to her right moved aside on a hidden track...and her eyes widened as she saw four black heroes restrained, hand and foot, with heavy shackles. Lois recognized Icon, Black Lightning, Static Shock, and the African-American Green Lantern John Stewart. All of them had headsets clamped over their ears and eyes, metal collars around their necks with small blinking lights.

Suddenly, Lois could move again. The reporter looked down and saw that the vibrator had completely disappeared, and she the weird restriction that held her in place had ceased. She took a step toward the bound heroes...but they were motionless.

"Each of these heroes has an explosive device attached around their neck," Mercy Graves voice crackled slightly over the speaker. "At the count of five, I'm going to detonate one of them. Unless...you start fucking them. Whichever one you want. Your choice."

The reporter's legs shook. "This is insane! That...that's ****! This isn't some perverted SAW film!"

"On the contrary, Lane. This is an experiment. Hypothesis: Lois Lane is a big black cock slut. All you need is a push. Now..."

"5...4..."

Lois Lane's legs were shaky as she staggered toward the bound black heroes. Her throat was dry, but her pussy was wet. She hated what she was about to do...but she couldn't let these men die. With each step, Lois mentally prepared herself to fuck one of them.