End: The Other Test Subjects

Beyond the secure door was a short highway. Four cells lay on the left, and four on the right; the doors and walls of some thick clear glass so that Lois could clearly see the frugal beds, toilets, and sink. No privacy for the occupants, like prisoners...although Lois Lane also saw televisions set flush into the wall, and tablets. About half of the cells were occupied.

In one, a naked Latina sat eating a chocolate bar. The brown mandibles held it delicately, and her antennae waved, black compound eyes were fixated on the television, which was tuned to a documentary about ants. She lay on her bed, left hand rubbing her pussy endlessly as she watched and ate.

Next to her, the room was dark. A figure lay sprawled on the bed, a facemask covering her eyes. Her skin was transparent. Lois Lane could see the yellow fat in her small breasts, the long lean muscles stretched over her bones, the vessels that pumped blood to her labia, where a small vibrator buzzed.

In the cell opposite that one, a gorilla-like figure had her legs splayed, bananas plunging in and out of both pussy and ass. Except Lois Lane had never seen a blonde gorilla, much less one with big breasts like that... On the screen of her cell, hardcore pornography blared.

The last cell was different. A small Asian woman sat cross-legged and nude in the middle of the cell. A blue streak in her hair. Lois Lane recognized her as Tonya Wong, one of the missing women...and just like that, she realized who the other occupants of the cells must be. The other missing women, of course. They had become test subjects for whatever this is.

Tonya smiled at Lois. The reporter couldn't see what change had affected her...and then the Asian woman stood up.

A hard, throbbing cock stood between her legs. The small woman—or shemale—pressed her hands against the clear wall of her cell and let the tip of her cock smear the glass. Lois Lane found herself staring, fascinated...and was suddenly aware of how wet her pussy was.

The reporter shook herself. There was something wrong here. These women were so sexually excited, it almost seemed to be infectious. Instinctively, the reporter's mind flipped through the channels of their thoughts.

...sweet. Sex. Fuck. Brood. Sugar. Pussy. Fertilize my eggs...

...darkness, my old friend. Fuck, I'm so horny. I wish one of the orderlies would cum on my face...

...more. Fuck my ass, fuck it! God I love it up the ass. I wish this was a real cock...

...Hello, Lois.

The reporter staggered, her eyes drawn to Tonya Wong. The young Asian dickgirl had pressed the whole length of her prick against the glass.

I've been here longest. They exposed me to multiple types of kryptonite. Including the one they exposed you to. Except their procedure isn't perfect. We're always in heat now. I need to fuck. Will you let me free? I can fuck you. I can fuck you real good.

Lois Lane felt a sudden flash of sensual heat throughout her body. It nearly drove her to her knees...but then she staggered over to a control pad. On its own, her hand waved the card. Lois watched in fascination as her fingers tapped in a code.

The glass door to Tonya Wong's cell unlocked.

You'll learn. You can do more than just hear other's thoughts. With a little practice, you can control them.

The naked young woman flung herself against the reporter. Lois Lane could barely muster a defense as the smaller woman's lips found her own, as the hard cock rubbed against her stomach. The reporter tried to fight as Tonya tore at the reporter's clothes, anxious to gain access to Lois Lane's pussy.

Spread your legs for me, slut!

As if with a will of their own, Lois Lane's legs spread. The head of Tonya Wong's cock poked and prodded all around her crotch as it sought its target...and when it did, Tonya Wong lent out a mental groan of pleasure that was almost deafening.

In the other cells, the other test subjects suddenly turned from their individual masturbation to focus on the show before them. Tonya Wong's buttocks rose and fell as she plundered Lois Lane's pussy...and the reporter could barely try to resist. The horny thoughtstreams of the other test subjects were so loud, so insistent...

"Aaaguh!" Tonya Wong said, as she burst prematurely, her cock spasming as it pumped a hot white load inside the reporter's pussy.

"D-don't worry...girls..." Tonya huffed as she staggered to her feet and and made her way to the other cells, the stolen keycard in her hand. A tip-tap of a code...and another cell door opened. And another, and another.

Lois Lane rose to a sitting position as the three female forms closed in on her. She could hear what the planned in her mind. The terrible depravations that came from days, weeks, of nothing to do but watch porn and masturbate, urged on by the telepathic command of Tonya Wong.

Mandibles clacked. Hands with invisible skin grabbed at her legs. Long, hairy fingers gripped a pair of ripe bananas. By the door, Tonya Wong laughed and stroked herself, trying to get hard again so that she could join in the fun.

Lois Lane had succeeded in her mission; she had found the missing women. But who would find her? Who would follow the breadcrumb trail left by her night out? The answers to those questions are a story for another time.