End: Lois Lane Finds The Missing Women

There were costumes, in the empty rooms. Lois Lane helped herself to a pair of leggings, which helped hold in the wad of gauze that stuffed her aching ass, and a Wonder Woman-style bustier and tiara that might help her pass as an employee. She found her heels, and with the single-minded determination that had made her the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, she set out to find the missing women.

She didn't have to look far. They were all there, working, selling sex in the brothel. Lois had no doubt there was security on the outside to stop unwanted customers from forcing their way in, but now that she had slipped in the back way, Lois almost had the run of the place, peeking through discrete viewports to catch the action.

All of the women were changed, though few to the extent of the faux-Vixen. Dolled up as superheroines and villains, their tits threatened to spill out of their skimpy costumes. Lois Lane saw a "Wonder Woman" with an ass like two basketballs getting double-teamed by a pair of businessmen; a woman with a mommy fetish breastfeeding from a Power Girl whose tits were like medicine balls; a man in an ill-fitting Superman outfitting getting his prostate checked by a Batgirl with something extra between her legs...

...and then Lois found the staff area, the behind the scenes. A breakroom, shower, dressing room. A small kitchen with a shabby table, the ashtray overflowing with butts. Discarded needles and remnants of harder ****...and finally something like a dormitory, row after row of bunk beds, some women sleeping.

Then she found the office. It was an old-fashioned office...filing cabinets full of paper records. It took Lois less than a minute to pick the lock. Photos of the women before and after. Driver's licenses, student IDs, visas, passports, credit cards...all the things that whoever was in charge of this operation had taken from the women to hold them prisoner here.

Evidence enough for Lois to finally call the police and the Justice League.

The raid was quiet, as these things go. No sirens. Plain-clothes detectives blocked the entrance and exit. There was the hubbub of confusion up above, but it took its time to filter down to the brothel...and by then Lois had woken the sleeping women up and explained the situation. There was no panic, except when the brothel gang attempted to flee...and found that all the whores they had kept prisoner here had turned on them.

Superman found Lois conducting an interview with one of the missing women, Diana Reynolds, after the excitement had died down. Lois gave the woman a smile...and the Man of Steel's hand had slid onto the exhausted reporter's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled.

Dawn broke over Metropolis reluctantly, the brilliant shafts of light sluggish as they pierced the clouds. Superman had said something about how the women had been changed, the metahuman Blaze who was behind it all...and then she felt him pick her up in his arms and carry the half-asleep reporter away. Outside, out on the streets. Her thumbs worked the smartphone as they slipped free of the earth. By the time he alighted on her balcony, Lois Lane had already submitted the copy for what would be the front page story of the afternoon edition.

"I'd invite you in," Lois said at the Kryptonian. "But I kind of busted my ass...literally...back there. I might need surgery."

Superman smiled...and it was a smile Lois had never seen before.

"I know what you did, Lois. Frankly, I'm impressed. It gives me hope that maybe you'll be able to take me."

Something stirred within those red shorts. Something that rose and poked the reporter in the butt, even as Superman held her in her arms. She looked up at him in horror...but as he opened her balcony and carried her across the threshold, she knew there was no escape...

But that is another story. Lois Lane's night out was at an end; the destruction of Lois Lane's ass had just begun.