Clitoris Sucker

Lois Lane's brow furrowed as Maria brought forth something that consisted of a small, clear tube with a flared opening, and attached to the end of that was a smooth pink handle with a raised ridge that probably concealed controls.

Is it some kind of vibrator? The reporter wondered.

The clear tube settled firmly over the reporter's little pink clit, hiding in its hood. Lois's eyes widened as it dawned on her what this was. Maria pressed a button...and the cup seemed to attach itself more firmly to the flesh right about the reporter's pussy. Another push...and another...

There were dildoes in her ass and pussy, some harsh enema chemical trying to escape her colon, and handcuffs around her wrists, yet for a moment the reporter's attention was entirely on the slowly growing suction on her little clitty. As the pressure in the tube dropped, her little pink nub of flesh was being drawn out of its home. Lois began to breathe harder as she saw the spongy tissue cling to the clear walls, filling the end of the little tube. Her clit had always been sensitive, and the pressure now was verging on the point of pain.

It wasn't like it was hard from arousal, although Lois was definitely aroused now. It was artificial, utterly uncaring how excited Lois had been, fluid filling the tissues according to a physics hack, and it was the very unnaturalness of it that was so weird and exciting.

Maria was focused on the nub with almost single-minded intensity. There were actually beads of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes kept flicking back from Lois Lane's face to the tube—the reporter caught her looking several times, but chose not to show it.

"I shouldn't go further," Maria said. "Too much pumping could damage your clitoris. Of course...I have something else here that might fix that...if you want to try it."