End: Lois Lane Is Now Trapped In The Mirror For All Eternity

"We're trapped in the mirror world," the young Asian woman said. "The mirror is enchanted. We passed through it, but we can't get back. And the only thing in here is the reflections that showed in the mirror. When it hangs in a place long enough, the place slowly gets impressed, and out world expands. But it's not...it's not really real, you know?"

Tonya Wong's smile was sad as she moved closer to Lois Lane. She offered her hand.

"Here. Touch me."

Hesitantly, the naked reporter reached forward and gripped the young woman's hand. It was warm, dry, soft...but something was off. The reporter's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what was wrong. Then it came to her.

There was no pulse.

The reporter placed her hand to her own chest. Her heart should have thumped against her breastbone, yet now there was nothing.

"We move. Think. Remember. But we don't age. We've been here for weeks, and never had a period, never had our hair grow, never gotten hungry or needed to go to the bathroom. Try to hold your breath. You don't need to breathe. It's like...it's like we're dead, or stuck in time," Tonya said.

Lois Lane blinked. Her mouth opened and closed, as questions rushed together. She wasn't sure where to start. Then she noticed other things.

All the women were flushed. Pussies wet. Nipples hard. Even though they were paused, none of them had changed an iota. A tongue just buried in a dripping twat was back behind its lips, and the chin wasn't wet. Hair that should have been tusselled was perfectly made up. Lois looked down at her own body, reached to feel her own pussy. Her fingers gathered some of her juices from her pussy, brought them up to her nostrils...but in that brief moment, the juices had evaporated from her fingers. She couldn't even smell them.

The other three women slid from the bed. Sad smiles on their faces.

"We always revert. We don't change. If we scratch each other, no blood flows, and the injury heals automatically, as if it never happened. You can be double-fisted up the ass, and the moment after the hands are pulled out, you're tight as a virgin again," Jenny Dunlap said, and her lips twitched oddly.

"No permanent injury. No suicide. No escape," Mara de la Cruz said. "We tried. The bed, the furnishings, the walls...they're immutable. Can't break them. They always go back the way they were the moment we stop touching them. They're not real. Just...reflections."

Diana Reynolds circled behind Lois. The reporter felt those warm fingers touch her shoulders...and the reporter didn't feel the instinct to pull away, or shiver.

"We're trapped in hell. All we can do is talk...tell each other stories...and fuck. Even sleep and dreams are denied to us," the tall blonde whispered.

"You're the latest. The newest. We haven't heard any of your stories yet," Tonya Wong said, and licked her lips. Not that it made them any wetter. The moment after she did it, they were as dry as before. "So...you get to chose. What do you want to do first? Who do you want to do first? We can do whatever you want. Or you can watch for a while, if you aren't comfortable yet..."

Lois Lane swallowed hard. "I...this is a lot to take in. I came here to rescue you. I don't...I don't accept that there's no way out. We have to try to break through. There's got to be a way..."

Tonya's hand slid down the reporter's arm. She moved in close, right into the reporter's personal space, that lithe, naked young body pressed against the reporter's, her face just a millimeter from the reporter's own.

"Of course. It'll help pass the time, trying to escape. Then we can play...and you can tell us about yourself. Tell us everything. Until the next one comes in...if she ever does..."

The dry lips pressed against the reporter's own. A tongue pushed into her mouth. The most disturbing thing was that Lois didn't immediately push her away. It wasn't a cruel kiss. Just a taste...a promise of what was to come. Then the naked women pulled away, and sat on the edge of the bed. Attentive as starved strays, eager for anything to entertain them. The reporter swallowed on instinct.

Outside the mirror, time passed. Lois Lane's night out came and went. The glass showed nothing of what happened on the other side of the mirror...and in time the demon Blaze came and smiled, her strange eyes able to pierce the silvered glass that separated this world from...someplace else. Amused to see the naked reporter among the other lost souls that the succubus had trapped in that other-world. One red finger stroked the frame.

"Don't worry, ladies," Blaze said. "I'm sure I'll find others to join you...in time."

The mad cackle seemed to linger in the room, even long after Blaze had left, and the mystic mirror hung there, a trap waiting for its next victim.