A Crimson Cage

The elevator opened on a large octagonal room, dominated by a circular bed in the center. The theme was red: red silk sheets, red silk hangings, red leather couches along the wall, where four mirrors were set in dark red frames carved with erotic figures. Doors opened up to closets of costumes and sex toys, and two bathrooms. A red globe burned fully twenty feet above, and cast the entire room in a rosy glow.

Lois Lane stepped forward, the four transformed women followed behind her, placidly.

The elevator doors closed with a click.

Which is when Lois Lane realized there was no button to summon it back. No sign of an elevator, no telephone. No way to escape, or to contact anyone. The hairs rose at the back of the reporter's neck as she realized how utterly trapped she was here. Mentally, Lois cursed herself...of course Blaze would put her somewhere where her prize pussy couldn't get away that easily.

Tonya Wong sat her tremendous ass on the bed and parted her thunderous thighs lewdly. The petite Asian woman reached down and pulled the star-spangled thong out of her pussy so that she could scratch at her slit, apparently completely uncaring of who saw her.

"So, like, what did you want to talk about?"

Lois took a breath and **** herself to calm down. She reached into her costume's utility belt and found a pad of paper and a pencil.

"Tell me," the reporter started. "About how and why you came here, and the deals you made with Blaze."

Lois Lane listened, scribbled notes in shorthand. Interviews she understood. How to engage with a person, let them go at their own pace, only to bring them back if they wandered too far off subject, or ran out of things to say. Yet the stories for the women were depressingly similar.

"There was something missing in my life," the pierced "Green Lantern" Mara de la Cruz said, as one gloved hand habitually stroked the translucent green strap-on that emerged from her crotch. "I was unhappy, unsatisfied. I had a girlfriend, but she just wasn't...it wasn't enough, you know? I needed someplace where I could really indulge...and then Blaze tapped me on the shoulder..."

"She made me an offer, named a price...and why not? I mean seriously, if you think about it, women have always paid with sex. If I was going to do it, why not get the most out of it I could? Can you imagine having the perfect body? What that would be worth?" Diana Reynolds stretched her tall, athletic body...and now that Lois could see her up close, the reporter could see the inhuman perfection of those chiseled abs, the full breasts, the toned arms, the perfect white teeth. No model or bodybuilder had ever achieved such a form with diet or exercise or cosmetic surgery.

"It's not so bad. The sex, I mean," Diana Reynolds said as she hugged the massive boobs in her lap. "I thought I'd be more upset about it than I was, but it's just kind of...like you get used to it? And not all the guys are bad. Some of them are gentle. I think of it like dating, right? Most of them love my tits almost as much as I do. Sure, sometimes you get a gross one who just picks their nose or something, and then you just try to get it over with quick, but...I...I kindof like it?"

"None of us said no," Tonya Wong said softly. She had been the quietest of the four. "Not even you. Why did you do it? The same reason we all did. Now, you must pay the price we pay. We pay it gladly. What makes you different?"

Lois blinked. "I...I want to get you out of here. I want to help you. What Blaze has done...it's more than just your bodies she's changed. I think she's influenced your minds. You don't have to be whores. We can find a way...you can do whatever you want. Fuck people for money, I don't care, just don't do it because some demon is making you!"

The reporter felt a bit of passion put into her speech...and then she felt warm hands on her shoulders, felt Blaze's hard abs against the back of her head.

There was a soft chime as the elevator door opened.

"An interesting idea," Blaze said. "Ladies? You are free to go. Back to your old lives if you wish, with my gifts. Consider your debts paid by Lois Lane. Anyone that wants to leave can. As for Lois and I...well, she did promise me satisfaction."

The reporter swallowed, hard. Her eyes sought out those of the women, willing them to leave while they could.