by S.P.Eider Teri Hatcher as Lois Lane and Angie Everhart as Mary Jane Parker
Mary Jane Watson-Parker smiled her most gleaming smile as the camera flashed repeatedly in her face, it’s effects almost hypnotic. The steady click of the shutter as reels of film were exposed was a familiar sound to the young model and not without good reason. For one thing, Mary Jane’s husband Peter, was (amongst other things) a photographer for The Daily Bugle. But while Peter was usually behind the camera (as far as most people were aware), it was Mary Jane who’s face was known and adored the world over. Mary Jane was one of the most sought after models in the fashion world today, a fact not lost on Ralph Lauren who had requested the divine redhead for this particular shoot to launch his new swimsuit line.
Mary Jane was currently wearing a striking red two piece bikini, small enough to be sitting precariously on the boundary between fashion and erotica. It was a testament to the photographer’s consummate professionalism that he remained able to photograph the perfect woman with a steady hand. Mary Jane’s figure was almost comic-book in it’s realisation, large firm breasts that clearly had never had the need for a Wonder bra or other such innovation stood proudly above a flat toned stomach. Moving down her Venus like form, MJ’s legs were smooth, supple and athletic, like those of a gymnast, an effortless combination of beauty and power. Peter Parker had been blessed with two great gifts in his life. Mary Jane Watson was the greatest.
Apart from MJ and the photographer, Francois, there were only three other people present at the shoot. Julie, the fitter and make-up girl; Dan, a security grunt; and a woman MJ had never seen before. Despite that, MJ had visited the offices of The Daily Bugle enough to recognise a reporter when she saw one. The woman was young and, had she been smiling, very pretty. Dark brown hair almost reached her shoulders and she wore a smart light blue trouser suit and black heels. Although her body was incomparable to MJ’s, the woman was still more attractive than most, the suit could not hide the shape of her slim figure and substantial breasts. MJ figured she must be the reporter from Metropolis, here to interview her after the shoot.
Lois Lane watched the scene playing out before her with a barely contained contempt. When Perry had sent her to New York to interview one of "America’s most influential women", Lois had been only too eager to make the journey to the Big Apple. It was only when she arrived at JFK that Perry had phoned Lois and informed her who she was there to see. Mary Jane Parker, a ‘supermodel’. Lois’s subsequent reaction had increased the four letter vocabulary of some nearby children and could be heard across the airport lobby, even by people who’s hearing was not ‘super’.
Now, some three hours in New York traffic later, Lois’s attitude had not warmed to her situation and the brunette’s attractive face wore a near permanent frown. Trying to cheer herself up, Lois pondered what her husband Clark was doing right now. Like Lois, Clark was a reporter for The Daily Planet and a good one at that. Clark always had a knack for being in the right place at the right time. Lois smiled sardonically, wondering whether Clark’s current activity was notepad and pen or boots and cape. Either way, she knew he would never give anything less than his best. With that in mind, Lois resolved to approach her assignment with the same enthusiasm.
With the shoot over, Francois quickly left the studio eager to develop his copious rolls of film. Julie and Dan soon followed, neither apparently being paid by the hour. Now that the incessant snapping of Francois’s camera had ceased, the studio seemed too quiet. Lois approached MJ and extended her hand. "Hi," said the brunette. "I’m Lois Lane. You must be Mary Jane, right?" "That’s me," said MJ shaking Lois’s hand and smiling back at the reporter. "How was your trip?" "Oh, don’t ask," said Lois, raising her eyebrows. "Sometimes I hate flying in planes." "Oh, I know but what else is there?" Lois answered with a sly smile but said nothing. "So, what are your thoughts on New York," asked MJ politely. "Oh, it’s not unlike Metropolis in many ways," said Lois. "Same tall buildings, same gridlock, same everything. I guess the only thing we’ve got that you don’t is Superman." For a brief second, MJ’s smile flickered. "Well, yes, but we have our fair share of heroes too. The Fantastic Four and the Avengers are based here…" she paused and the smile returned to her face, warmer than before "and of course there’s Spider-man." "Oh yes, I’ve heard of him," said Lois, "but isn’t he a criminal?"
This time MJ’s frown was more obvious and her smile disappeared completely. She spoke slowly and deliberately, looking Lois directly in the eye. "He’s not a criminal. Spider-man has saved this City a thousand times over and he keeps saving it too, in spite of numerous hack reporters always trying to paint him as the villain." Lois had not missed the ‘hack’ remark and suddenly found her enthusiasm once more receding. "And besides," continued MJ who was by now in full flow, "at least Spidey’s human"
Lois recoiled as though she had been slapped. "How dare you!" she spat and now it was MJ’s turn to recoil, only this time because she had actually been slapped. MJ’s hand raised to her cheek in shock, the right side of her face now nearly as red as her swimsuit. Lois’s vicious blow stung intensely and ignited a fire in MJ perfectly complemented by her flame red hair.
For her part, Lois was mortified at what she had done. She never resorted to violence, except in self defence, but the events of today and this bimbo’s attitude had pushed her temporarily over the edge. She had barely begun to apologise to the furious redhead when MJ’s open hand smacked across her cheek.
The sound of the blow echoed through the studio like the crack of a whip and was quickly followed by a scream of shocked anguish from Lois as MJ lifted her knee hard and fast directly between Lois’s legs.
MJ repeated the move spitefully, kneeing Lois with a merciless tenacity right in the brunette’s pussy. This time Lois could only offer a winded grunt as MJ’s knee made it’s cruel impact in her soft sex.
Lois dropped to her knees in agony, her pussy throbbing and a wave of nausea spreading from the pit of her stomach throughout her body. MJ stood over the downed brunette, a look of intense anger in her emerald green eyes. "You thought you could take me?" she asked. "You would not believe the things I’ve faced!"
Lois looked up. Any hope she had of settling this verbally was long since over, her reporters instincts told her that. MJ’s fists were clenched and it was clear the redhead was out for blood. Lois did not know who or what MJ had faced over the years but knew for a fact that nothing could compare to the craziness of her life. And the feisty brunette hadn’t lasted this long as a reporter without picking up a move or two of her own. Lois stood up slowly, maintaining eye contact with MJ the whole time. Slipping off her black heels, Lois felt the cold of the studio floor against the soles of her bare feet. "OK Red," she said quietly, "You wanted a fight – you got one!"
On the word ‘one’, Lois’s leg moved fast, a swift high kick that connected firmly with MJ’s jaw.
Mrs Parker stumbled back from the blow but not far enough to avoid another kick, this time a roundhouse that crashed across her attractive face, knocking her sideways and splitting her lip in the process. Lois smiled as she fired a kick deep into the redhead’s bare midriff, watching her toes sink into MJ’s belly as the model doubled over, expelling air as she did so.
Lois’s knowledge of the Martial Arts was limited but apparently greater than that of MJ who’s fighting technique was of the more ‘all in’ variety, though at the moment MJ was getting very little in and on the receiving end of yet more kicks to the head and gut, each executed with pinpoint accuracy to cause the most pain.
Despite herself, Lois was starting enjoy herself. Every grunt of pain from the redheaded bitch before her excised her previously foul mood and Lois began to find her assault on Mary Jane very therapeutic. By now, the pair had ended up on the faux beach, the place that had recently been the location of MJ’s photo session. As Lois’s bare foot again thumped into MJ’s face, it was clear from the redheads bruises and bloody lip that it would be a while before she was once again photogenic. As if to labour that very point, Lois grasped MJ’s long red locks in her hands and pulled the model’s head down sharply into a uncompromising knee to the face that connected with a bone crunching...
MJ dropped to the floor, sobbing to herself gently. Under the intense glare of the studio lighting, Lois was now drenched in sweat, her blue suit clinging to her slim body. Needing to cool off, Lois quickly slipped of her jacket, blouse and trousers to reveal a slim tanned body, dressed only in blue bra and panties. Moving over to the sobbing redhead, Lois was uncertain of her own motivation at this point. Did she want to comfort the girl or hurt her more. Despite the later being obviously wrong (and an action her husband would never condone), Lois could not suppress the need to hurt this bitch, make her pay for the day Lois had so far endured.
As it turned out, Lois’s moral dilemma was solved for her – by MJ. As soon as Lois was close enough the battered redhead sprang upright and powered a driving punch straight into Lois’s pussy.
Lois yelped and dropped to her knees just as MJ was getting to her feet. Their positions again reversed, MJ knew she had to capitalize on her advantage before Lois’s greater skill could again come into play. MJ grabbed a handful of Lois’s hair in both hands. "I believe I owe you this!!" spat the redhead and drilled her knee into Lois’s face.
Lois screamed as MJ’s knee collided with her nose and cheek, bone thudding into bone with MJ’s knee coming away considerably less damaged than it’s intended target. "And here's some in advance!" smiled MJ and repeated the move again…and again…and again.
MJ stopped, only to look upon her handi-or more specifically, knee-work. Lois's face was a mess, her lower lip swollen, her nose bloodied and her left eye almost completely closed. Her one good eye stared blankly forward and the brunette seemed only moments from unconsciousness. Maintain her firm grip on Lois's hair, MJ jerked the stunned reporter upwards until the brunette's battered face was facing MJ's bountiful bosom. "Now," said MJ, "I've got a story for you that needs looking into!" Smiling broadly, MJ pulled Lois's face into her breasts, wrapping her arms tightly around her head so Lois had no escape from the claustrophobic cleavage. Fierce pain seared through Lois's nose as the already broken bone was pushed hard into MJ's tits. Lois tried to scream but MJ's grip was so tight, the brunette was effectively gagged with a mouthful of red bikini and bosom.
With her grip secure, MJ again began to go to work with her knees, this time concentrating on Lois's midsection that made itself an easy target in their current position. MJ drew back her knee and immersed it into Lois's gut, feeling the brunette's body jerk within her grip as the blow found it's mark.
Lois grunted into MJ's bosom as yet another knee struck sank into her stomach and the early spent reporter new drastic measures were called for all it would soon all be over. Lois opened her hand flat and with her little remaining strength, sliced it upwards between the unsuspecting MJ's legs.
The effects were automatic as MJ instantly released her grip on Lois. The reporter slumped to the floor, taking in huge lungfuls of air as MJ dropped to her knees, hands at her throbbing sex. "Bitch!!" hissed the redhead and crawled towards Lois. The brunette lashed out with a foot and caught MH full in the face, her bare sole slapping into MJ's features and halting the redhead's progress, temporarily at least. Staggering to her feet, Lois kicked the still downed MJ in the gut, winding the redhead and buying Lois still more time. With clarity slowly returning, Lois noticed something under her bare feet, the fake beach had a been given a touch of authenticity by something that was exactly what Lois was looking for. Lois made her move quickly and surreptitiously as a now enraged MJ again rose to her feet.
MJ charged at Lois, imbued with pure rage. At the last possible moment, Lois made her move and threw a handful of sand into the approaching woman's face. MJ stopped cold, spitting sand from her mouth and wiping her eyes to clear her vision. She needn't have bothered, in less than three seconds a renewed Lois was once again on the attack and this time she was not holding back. Lois's foot snapped forward fast and thumped into MJ's pussy, almost lifting the redhead from the floor.
MJ's hands again dropped to protect her pussy, tears streaming from her eyes as she tried desperately to see what was coming next. Unfortunately for the model, her vision was so impaired she did not see the sole of Lois's foot until it was centimetres from her face. Moments later it cracked into her chin, jolting her jaw and cracking her teeth together.
MJ staggered unsteadily and Lois swung her fist in a wide arc that concluded with MJ's head shaking on it's shoulders as Lois made unrelenting impact with the redhead's nose.
F W H A A M M M M ! !
Lois continued her attack with successive knee strikes to MJ’s pussy, each strike bring a grunt of pain from the visually impaired redhead. MJ slumped forward into Lois’s arms as Lois continued battering the redhead’s sex. Again and again, Lois lifted her knee sharply into MJ’s groin, every cruel blow causing the model to jerk in Lois’s arms as though receiving an electric shock.
Finally Lois ceased her onslaught and let the beaten beauty fall to the floor. But Lois’s victory was not quite complete. Satisfied that MJ was still aware enough to know what was happening to her, Lois stood on either side of the model’s head. Dropping to her knees, Lois’s crotch covered MJ’s mouth and nose and only the redhead’s eyes could be seen, gazing imploringly at her conqueror and hoping against hope to prevent the inevitable. Lois looked down into MJ’s pleading eyes and smiled. “Perhaps now would be a good time for our interview,” said the brunette and reached down to grasp MJ’s hair in both hands. “Tell me,” said the reporter, “What is your opinion on light blue underwear?” MJ’s eyes opened wider, knowing what was coming. “Here,” said Lois helpfully, “Take a closer look…”
MJ gave a muffled yelp, powerless to prevent her face being pulled up into the blue fabric of Lois’s panties. The redhead could feel the soft flesh of Lois’s sex lips through the thin material as the dark haired reporter began to slowly move her crotch back and forward across MJ’s features. MJ could do nothing to resist the dominant brunette as her face was used a mere tool for Lois’s pleasure, Lois starting to moan in pleasure as her pleasure increased. Tightening her grip on her captive victim, Lois positioned MJ’s face so that the girl’s nose pushed into her pussy and bought with it wave after wave of ecstasy.
Totally smothered and able to breath nothing but the musty smell of Lois’s sex, MJ tried to protest, to scream, but the sound that escaped her lips was silenced by the grinding love mound being forced onto her face. Instead MJ could only whimper into Lois’s panties, beaten, smothered and humiliated.
Lois shuddered with intense pleasure as she finished her destruction of the beaten model. She released MJ’s hair and sat in triumph on the redhead’s now wet face. Lois smiled in satisfaction. She felt SUPER.
Lois Lane Vs Mary Jane
Tough Reporter Lois Lane destroys & humiliates before having her way with Mary Jane Parker
FOLLOW Darling, Angel Allwood TO ULTIMATE SURRENDER!
BACK TO kARTOON kOMBAT
TO TERI HATCHER TO ANGIE EVERHART