Embarrassed but Aroused

There were four of them. All older women. Spandex and head scarves, for the most part. Yet Lois could make out the outline of thick nipple-rings on some of the tops, heard a jangle of piercings that weren't visible, caught glimpses of tattoos and brands poking out above leggings and dresses...and then there they were. Five old women stared at her.

They laughed.

The reporter's face burned as she turned deep red. There was nowhere for her to escape, no way to cover herself. The woman circled the cage and pointed out, exclaiming when they saw how her pussy was impaled on the dog dildo. Laughing and joking like the dirty old women that they were.

Lois Lane was normally anything but a shrinking violet, but right now a part of her wanted to crawl under something and die. The rest of her, however...

The naked reporter shivered. Her pussy was leaking, dripping onto the newspaper that lined the bottom of the age. Nipples hard. She had never been much of an exhibitionist, yet...she couldn't deny the terrible thrill that accompanied her powerlessness. The way those brown eyes caressed her body. The sudden tightness in her abdomen, the thump in her chest as her pulse quickened. Lois couldn't remember being this aroused in all of her life, as though she had just crashed into several deeply-buried kinks all at once.

"Latisha," the thinnest of the women asked, the African print dress hugging a stick-thin body, her hair done up in corn rows. "Whatever are you going to do with her?"

The taxi driver flicked her grey dreadlocks and grinned hugely.

"I'm open to ideas. What do y'all ladies tink?"

Lois Lane's fingers gripped the cage door. This could be her chance to escape...or to have some fun...