Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Escape While She Can

Lois Lane felt an opening...the faux-Vixen was dazed, her eyes clouded with lust...and turned tail, not bothering to retrieve her pants. Just aimed herself at the door and blew through it, into a carpeted hallway, as weirdly neutral as a hotel. The reporter turned left by instinct, hearing the sounds of pursuit behind her.

It felt good to move, to run, to do something...Lois could feel the sticky honey weeping from her strangely changed pussy running down her thighs. She raced passed closed doors, the walls in between them decorated with compromising pictures of superheroes and supervillains—Wonder Woman's nip slip, the candid shot of Poison Ivy, stills from Catwoman's sex tape before it was taken off the web—and stared straight ahead. There was a red curtain, with a velvet rope in front of it.

Instinct told her that the other doors must lead to studios like the horsecocked black shemale had been in, special rooms for various prostitutes, set pieces for various sexual fantasies...but if that was the case, what was waiting behind the velvet rope, the red curtain?

As Lois Lane heard the pounding of bare feet behind her, she leaped the velvet rope and pushed on through, willing to find out.

She passed through the curtains, and the first thing that struck Lois was the heat. It was warm as a barn in winter here. Arc lamps above were pouring forth bright light. Cameras were rolling. A sweaty line of naked men were waiting patiently, fluffers on their knees keeping them hard, the woman on the bed in a Batgirl costume huffing and puffing as the next contestant took his turn between her thighs...

...and then, as one, all of them turned to her. Limp dicks raised in salute. Behind Lois the faux-Vixen ripped aside the curtain, her massive erection pointed straight at Lois Lane. Then as one, they all started to chant one word...

"Pussy."

The bottomless reporter had time for one salient thought: Oh shit. She backed away, and everyone in the room moved as one toward her, their elaborately staged gangbang completely forgotten as the mesmerizing power of her mutated pussy caught them in its inescapable web.

There was a door marked "Fire" in the corner.

Not sure what else to do, Lois Lane turned tail and fled toward it.