End: I Don't Want To Escape

The reporter slumped down, barely able to keep her eyes open. She stared at the cum dribbling out of the three pussies, barely able to believe that she had managed to produce all that. The women were stacked in a sweaty pile, but began to slide off...and Tonya Wong looked at Lois and dipped her fingers into her pussy, pushing the cum in deeper.

"The only thing we were missing was a dick," the young woman leered. "And now we have that, don't we?"

"But...you're prisoners here!" Lois blurted.

“The mind is its own place and, in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven.” Jenny said. She came over to the reporter on all fours and pushed the unresisting reporter onto her back. The naked woman lowered herself to the reporter's cock and took the limp noodle of her dick into her mouth, slurping away.

"It's really not that bad," Mara said. "You'll see. When the next classes start...you'll be a part of it! And then we can fuck some more. A lot more."

"Do you really want to go back to your old life?" Tonya added. "Here, you've got four utter sluts ready to milk your cock every hour on the hour. And it's only a matter of time before you knock us up."

"If we aren't already!" Mara added.

"No, you're going to be right here with us. You're going to love it. And we are going to love you..." Tonya crawled over and lowered her mouth over the reporter's. Her tongue pushed inside Lois Lane's, tasting her...and the reporter succumbed to her exhaustion.

She fell into a deep, almost dreamless sleep...and awoke, she knew not how long later, surrounded by the women. The cell was dark. Her head was in Mara de la Cruz's full, soft lap; Tonya Wong was making a pillow of the reporter's stomach; Diana Reynolds was curled up like a dog at her side, shivering; and Jenny Dunlap was laying with her head on the reporter's legs, the soft dick on her sleeping face.

Lois Lane's dick ached...and she could feel the bone-weary tiredness that was in her still. A part of her wanted to move, to try and slip out...but there was no way to do that without waking the sleeping women.

On her right, Diana Reynolds, the 'Cum Dump,' whimpered. Lost in a dark dream. Almost by instinct, Lois ran her hand over her shoulder...again and again...and the blonde calmed down, inched closer, and began to breathe deeper. Lois closed her eyes. She was still determined to escape...but how would she do it, when these women didn't want to escape?

It wasn't a problem that she would solve tonight.

Lex Luthor sipped his coffee as he stared at the biometric readings. All indications were that the experiment was proceeding well. Lois Lane's night out had turned to be a very fortunate opportunity for this series of experiments...and he smiled as he thought of what more was in store for his prize lab rat.

"The key to any prison," he said aloud, to no one in particular. "Is to make it so that the prisoner doesn't want to escape."

Lois Lane wasn't at that point yet...but she would be. Luthor was certain of it.