Back To The Pit

Lois crawled, still being mauled and groped, prodded and poked. Her long crawl out of the pit of cum had left her exhausted, and then this continual ****, gentle as it might be, that kept her moving was sapping what reserves of strength she had. Her arms and legs felt like lead and her knees and palms ached as she crawled forward, still unable to see, sometimes squirming through tight gaps between warm, heaving bodies, feeling her closed mouth brush past hairy pussies and hard cocks, but just moving on...and on...

Until she felt a hard, smooth edge beneath her hands.

There was an empty space out in front of her. Lois couldn't say how she knew that, exactly, as her muscle screamed in exhaustion, and her every instinct told her not to grope blindly into the abyss she felt open up before her. Too, there was a smell...an achingly familiar smell. A bleach-like reek that Lois had almost forgotten, because she had been in it, covered in it.

Cum. An ocean of jizz. That was the only thing that would give off that particular odor—and just like that, Lois knew exactly where she was, where she had been herded by the seething, unseen orgy that she had unwittingly crawled into. Back at the edge of the pit.

Fear clutched at Lois then...because tired as she was, any little nudge could send her over the edge. And this time, she didn't have the strength to crawl free. If she fell into it again, the reporter knew she would die.

Breathing carefully through her nose, weak and wobbly, Lois tried to back up...and felt something hard and warm brush against her pussy lips, and rest there.

"You have come a long way, Lois Lane," a feminine voice rang out from behind her, breathy and husky. "Now you stand at the crossroads of your life, and the choice you make next will determine your fate."

Lois didn't move...but she could feel the heat of bodies closing in on either side of her, cutting off escape to left or right. There was only forward or back...down into the pit, or to impale herself on the cock that even now was pressing against her slit. She could feel the pulse of it through the sensitive folds of her skin.