End: Lois Lane Has Long Experience Of Getting Captured And Escaping

Lois Lane grunted softly to herself as she examined the set of the bars, grimacing in pain at the stone phallus still stuck in her pussy. There was no lock as such. Some metahumans had powers that let them forego such niceties...but often overlooked far more basic physical security issues. The bars, for example, were firmly set in the stone, but not of the correct thickness or temper. The reporter could feel a bit of give to them when she pulled hard enough.

The sleeves from her jacket, torn off, could be tied around two of the bars at a time. With effort, the knot could be tightened...and the bars bent against the steady pressure as the sleeves cinched shut. While Lois worked, the women whispered to her their story...

Co-eds, wrapped in their lives, depressed about the economy, their school loans, politics, an uncertain future, the state of their love lives. One by one they were lured...seduced. Sometimes it was Maria who offered them free drinks and a ready ear. Sometimes it was a tall, dark, stately woman. Yet each was taken into the cult. They called them sisters. Showed them how to kneel and supplicate themselves before that obscene statue.

"Then the touching started," Jenny Dunlap said. "And it was...I was open-minded. It felt good. They were so...eager. I was the focus of attention, and I liked that. Their lips on my breasts...squeezing my ass...and they were women, so they knew I needed more than just...you know how men are. Just plug away at your pussy like they're drilling for oil. I liked how they took their time. All those sweet kisses, all those soft caresses. They brought me to the point of almost cumming, then held back...held me down in fact. Made me squirm in frustration as they drew me on longer and longer, until it felt like a single touch would set me off..."

"Then they set those tentacle-things on me," Tonya Wong broke in. "I screamed. We all did. Penis-monster, literally. The cultists held us down, the shadow of that statue's cock over our face, legs held apart as those things crawled up from the hole and...had their way with us. I tried to fight...but the things just swarmed us. The women in the robes didn't seem to mind, almost seemed to enjoy it. The one holding my right arm down, she just opened her mouth and sucked it off as the thing slid all around her body, until it could cling to my face and stick its stinking phallus down my throat."

"They had their way with me for quite a while," Diana Reynolds added. "I don't know how long. Long enough that my pussy was sore...fucked raw. I was exhausted, in agony...and then I saw her. What could have been the model for that statue, but in the flesh. A woman with blood-red skin, great dark horns, in an elaborate robe that did nothing to hide her nakedness. That beast of a cock that could have gutted me like a fish...but there was a cruel smile on her lips. She said...she said that I was to be one of her son's brides. Those tentacle monsters, they're...her spawn. Somehow. Demons."

"They dragged us down this tunnel, caged us, and...well, this is where we've been. Until you got here." Mara de la Cruz whispered huskily.

Lois nodded, then stood back to reveal her efforts. The stone dragged at her pussy from within, but she did her best to ignore it. Bent by the **** of the tight leather strips, the bars had bent; just enough space for the naked women to wiggle out of their cage. She led them back to the ladder.

"Alright, let's go. I'll bring up the rear," the reporter said.

Already, Lois was planning on calling for help as soon as her phone got signal. She saw woman after woman clamber up that ladder, their pale asses disappeared. Up to the temple...hopefully the cult was still not in secession, the leader wasn't there. Questions burned in Lois...who was behind all this? Why?

Things to figure out later, she decided as the last woman disappeared from view. The reporter dropped her half-brick, grabbed the ladder, put her first foot on the lowest rung...

...and then the tentacles slid around her legs.

Lois Lane gripped the rung for dear life. She kicked, uselessly. Watched the pale asses disappear above her into the darkness. Shouted for help...and she saw that pair of less pause, just for a moment. Then they kept climbing. The reporter's biceps bulged as she struggled to pull herself free, even as the squirming feelers of the tentacle beasts ripped apart what was left of her clothes. The jock-strap scent filled her body as the warm bodies coiled around her...ran their strangely phallic members over her stone-stuffed pussy, smeared ooze across her face...

Even Lois Lane's strength was limited. Her fingers ached. The pull grew stronger. Lois screamed in pain...and then she was pulled free.

Dragged back toward the cage. Her smartphone skittered out of reach.

Her last sight was of a tall, horned woman as she stepped on the screen, crushing it...and then the light died.

"Such a curious creature you are, Lois Lane," the woman's voice rang out as Lois was dragged naked through the darkness. "I don't even mind that you damaged my statue. It seems only right that my spawn and I should answer your questions as you...entertain us."

The reporter's scream rang out...but there was no escape for her. Not this time, not tonight.