End: I'll Do Anything You Want

Lois Lane let herself sink deeper into the technician's mindstream. The reporter caught flashes of herself, through the technician's eyes. Sarah. Her name was Sarah. And there was a deep, dark fetish. Something irresistable.

The reporter dug her fingers into her pussy and spread. Pressed down with her inner muscles, so that the pink insides flexed, so that Lois could almost see her own cervix. It was a little uncomfortable, but it had the desired effect. Sarah's eyes were glued to the screen. A bit of drool dribbled from the technician's mouth. Her lips echoed Lois Lane's as the reporter stared into the camera and whispered, clearly and distinctly...

"Release me, Sarah. And I'll do anything you want."

The technician froze. Lois Lane smiled. She could feel the confusion and excitement. Disbelief mingled with dark dreams of ropes, racks, someone to fetch her slippers like a dog. Sarah was a closet lesbian domme—in ****, aching need of a sex ****.

"I'll be your sex ****," Lois told the camera. Already, in Sarah's mind, Lois could see how such a plan would work. "Pull the fire alarm. Evacuate me through the employee locker rooms. I can hide in your car."

It took some time to convince her—as much as Sarah wanted to believe, it took some coaxing. Yet at long last, one trembling hand smashed the big red button...

Then it was a whirl of activity. Too many thoughts, too loud, as the alarms blared and lights flashed. The door to the room opened. A mousy little woman stepped out, holding a spare lab coat. The naked reporter smiled and donned it, let Sarah and her badge lead the way. They lose themselves in the outrush of technicians, janitorial staff, security guards. Lex Luthor had quite the operation...and she could hear his mental voice as well, cold and calculating, trying to make order out of chaos.

Too late. Lois Lane's bare feet touched the hard, cold asphalt of the parking lot. Sarah swallowed hard as the reporter scrambled into the back seat of the small sedan. Then they were off...away...and Lois Lane, tuned in once again to Sarah's thoughts above all others, felt the panic, the second-guessing. She knew she needed to calm her saviour down...and maybe pay them back.

"Mistress," Lois said quietly. "When we get back to your place may I...may I lick your pussy? After all, I owe you my life. I'll...I'll do anything for you..."

It was exactly what Sarah the Domme wanted to hear. Lois could almost feel the technician's pussy dampen.

"Alright, slut," Sarah said, her confidence buoyed. "But I took a hell of a chance back there! I could lose my job! You...you owe me a lot more than just a cuntlicking..."

Her knuckled tightened on the steering wheel.

"I own you. Understand?"

Lois Lane grinned.

"Of course, mistress. I'm your ****. Do with me what you will."

The car went a little faster. Lois Lane didn't chuckle aloud. She knew that her night out was over. Lex Luthor would be looking for her, and in time he would find her. There had to be security cam footage, interviews with employees...but it would take him a day or two. Lois Lane licked her lips as Sarah excitedly took a turn, her apartment building in sight. All the nasty things she wanted to do to the reporter burned through the woman's mind.

What the hell, Lois Lane thought. I could use a fun weekend.

So it was. Yet that is another story.