Lois Lane Doesn't Even Hesitate

It was almost as if the reporter watched herself. She dodged the young woman's first kick, grabbed the leg behind the knee, and dug her thumb into the side of the joint. A screech of pain filled the room and Lois flicked her eyes at the three women that held Jenny Dunlap.

"Flip her over."

There was steel in her voice, the same commanding tone that her father the general used to command his troops, when he wanted instant and total obedience. As Lois Lane caught Kenny's legs, the squirming, thrashing young woman was flipped over. The reporter knelt between her legs and spread her ass cheeks.

"Please," Jenny said. "I'm...I'm a virgin back there..."

There was a time when that would have moved Lois. The pleading tone, the obvious fear and anxiety. Instead, the reporter simply felt...nothing. Like she was completely numb inside.

Is this what being evil is? Lois wondered. Being dead inside? Not caring at all? I'm not even turned on by this.

"Ladies," she said. "I need you to spit on her asshole."

The reporter demonstrated, hawking a load of phlegm and aiming it so that the slimy wad struck the brown little butthole squarely. There was a moment of hesitation, and Lois raised her eyes...eyes as terribly cold and hard as Lois herself felt right now. She looked at each of the women in turn...and each of them bent over and spat on Jenny Dunlap's exposed ass. The young woman flinched as each wad of spit struck her, as though from a blow...and when they were done, Lois gathered her right hand into a fist.

The women watched as Lois pressed her foremost knuckle against that slimy pucker. She ground her fist into the asshole, to rub the spit in. Get it nice and wet...and then she pushed forward, and Jenny Dunlap gave a little scream.