End: In The Sewers of Metropolis

"Good Lord, you're naked!"

Lois Lane squinted against the shine of the flashlight, trying to make out who had been talking—and finally managed to make out the plastic helmet and reflective gear of the Metropolis Sewer Authority. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Lois saw that what she her imagination had made out to be skulls and bones were scattered cardboard cups, sticks, and other trash and debris. She saw that she was standing before a pool of raw sewage near some of the brick-lined sewers that lay beneath Metropolis.

"Correction: We are naked," Lois said, the **** Wonder Woman still slumped over her shoulders. "My name is Lois Lane, I'm a reporter with the Daily Planet. I was kidnapped and stripped naked, with my friend here, and we just escaped..."

A few years ago, Lois had done a piece on the hardworking men and women of the Metropolis Sewer Authority. She had been honest, but fortunately found that this was one of those organs of government which was predominantly composed of well-meaning people. They had taken her on tours of the sewers and treatment plants, she had interviewed members at every level of the organization. This was how, within the hour, Lois Lane was sitting in one of their work vans, wearing a borrowed pair of overalls, as Diana snored away, covered with one of their work coats, tapping a very special number into a borrowed smartphone.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter would not be there to see the Justice League and Metropolis Police Department fall on the club, and the evil that dwelt beneath it, like a hammer. Instead, the work van took Lois and her **** charge to the local Themysciran embassy.

Statuesque women in helmets and armed with spears came out to meet them. They carried Diana into the walled compound on a gurney, and Lois kept pace. None of them tried to stop the reporter, or even blinked at the fact that Lois was naked and shoeless except for her borrowed overalls.

In a room like a Turkish bath, a woman with a toga stripped the jacket from the Amazon's body. Lois found herself drawn to the gorgeous proportions of the Amazon...the heavy breasts that seemed to fit the epid scale of her tall body. Even flattened slightly against her body by gravity, they reminded Lois of her own thwarted dreams of what puberty might bring. With a few words, Lois described what had happened to Diana, how she had been reacted...and the Amazon in a toga nodded and brought forward an odd device, like a silver cone, oddly art deco in profile.

With the flip of a switch, a violet light poured out to bathe Wonder Woman's body.

Even standing outside the main area of effect, Lois Lane was lit by the purple glow...and felt the aches and pains of the night fade. Wonder Woman was subject to the light for only a few seconds before the blue eyes opened, and she sat up.

"Lois! Where is..." she looked around, and seeing the reporter, smiled. "How did we get out?"

"The sewers," Lois said, as the Amazon in the toga turned off the violet ray. "Be glad you weren't awake for that part. I've already called the Justice League. There will be hell to pay when they find Blaze."

"I only hope they find my things," Wonder Woman said as she slid off the gurney. "The Lasso of Truth...my bracelets...my tiara! By Hera, I feel naked without them."

"You are naked, Diana," Lois said, unable to repress a smile. "Personally, I hope they find those women who went missing."

"Yes. But right now we both need a bath. Come!" Without warning, the Amazon picked Lois Lane up and threw her over her shoulder. "A bath...and then food, wine...perhaps a massage. Would you like a massage, Lois?"

"Do I have a choice?" The reporter asked as the naked Amazon princess carried her into the bath.

"No," Diana said with a grin. "I must thank my rescuer properly, after all."

Which is how, as dawn broke over the city, Lois Lane found herself naked, face-down on a table, strong hands rubbing olive oil into her buttocks. Squeezing her oiled buttocks. Exposing her pussy. The fingers moving closer and closer, yet not getting intimate yet. The reporter turned her head to the side and caught a glimpse of Diana's pussy. Even from this angle, it seemed to glisten. Lois remembered how Diana had been, back in their odd prison, and wondered how much of that had been Blaze's influence and how much had been Wonder Woman's natural sexual desire...

"You know," Diana said. "I wouldn't mind massaging part of you with my tongue..."

There were, Lois Lane reflected, far worse ways for a night out to end.