End: The Sex Slaves Are Freed!

Lois Lane would not get to see much of the action. Knockout and Scandal took point; the tall woman from Apokalips was a powerhouse whose fists broke through brick and ripped doors off hinges, while the assassin wielded her blades with nearly superhuman accuracy. Liana followed from behind, one hand in her purse, and helped Lois over the puddles of blood.

"This is going to be really good for them," the former stripper said, in between the screams of the guards and the sound of collapsing walls. "They really need a bit of proper exercise every now and again or they get insufferable to live with. I'm really glad you came."

They stepped into a familiar hallway. Lois recognized it from before. The White Room, where she had been given her Kryptonian cock, was trashed, electrical cables dangling from gaping holes in the walls and ceiling, parts of it on fire. There was a series of loud bangs from further in the building, the rat-a-tat-tat of a machine gun spraying, stopping suddenly and ominously.

"Frankly," Liana dropped her voice a little and leaned in. "I wouldn't be surprised if this puts them in the mood again. Would you mind afterward, uh, servicing us again? I mean, I know that K puts a lot of faith in her Father Box, but I don't think anyone would mind getting another 'dose' just to make sure we 'take.'"

"Sure," Lois said, trying not to think about her aching dick. Just the thought of squeezing it back into one of those three tight pussies was doing strange things to her. She had to shift her shirt to cover the painful erection now straining against her skirt. Frankly, given Knockout's height and Liana's augmented breasts, the reporter was lucky they had found any clothes in her size. "I'd be happy to."

Women, naked and scared, began to stagger along the corridor. Lois and Liana corralled the victims, got their names. The howl of sirens showed that the cops were on the scene. Lois Lane went to talk to them and explain the situation. Dressed as she was, in a skirt that barely covered her dick, a shirt several sizes too big, and a pair of clear heels, the reporter knew she was lucky not to be arrested for soliciting...but the cops heard her out, and calls were made.

Then it was a race with social services to talk to the women, get their stories. Lois took notes on a borrowed pad of paper, scribbling fiercely with a stub of a pencil. Knockout and Scandal found her talking to the last of the missing women an hour later.

"We found your phone, and your wallet," Scandal said, handing both back to Lois.

"No Luthor?" Lois asked.

"No. The coward ran when we broke his toys," the titanic redhead slapped her fist into her palm. The reporter could see her face flushed, erect nipples pressing against her costume. She knew that Liana was right about the effects of the outing had on her wife.

Nor was Knockout subtle about it. Without breaking stride, she knelt down and picked up Lois and Liana, one woman in each arm, and hefted them onto her shoulders. Her long muscular legs stretched into a quick trot as they left the police behind, heading back to the bar.

Scandal's hand slapped Lois on the ass...and then lingered there, giving the reporter an affectionate squeeze.

"You don't mind helping us celebrate, do you?" The brunette said. Liana's hand slid over to grasp the reporter's other cheek.

Lois considered. Her cock was tenting out the skirt in front of her. "I think I'd like that a lot."

There was whiskey at the bar, and beer. A shower and a sauna. And sometime before the night was over all four of them would end up once again on that great bed, where Lois would do her best to keep up with the three beautiful women who were so obviously in love and in lust with one another. A part of her unashamedly envied that.

Tomorrow, Lois would have to write her story and file it. Wait patiently to see if her cock would go away on its own, or if Lex Luthor's mad science was permanent. Keep tabs on her new friends and wait expectantly to see if they really had gotten pregnant.

The reporter could hardly imagine what her life would be like, tomorrow and the day after. Yet as the neon sign of Dyke's came into view...and Liana's fingers crept closer, sliding inside her panties, teasing her asshole...Lois found it hard to think much beyond the end of the night.

Maybe having a cock wasn't all that bad.