Ghostly Grope

Something pressed against Lois' left breast, and instinctively she looked to see what it was—but there was nothing there! It had felt like a finger...a finger poking her directly in the...I could feel her tit! Lois could distinguish the alien thought more easily now from her own. All she had to do was be passive, try not to think, and it came through so clear. Her flesh, so soft...

Self-conscious, Lois tried to cover her exposed breast, hiding the nipple with her palm. What the hell was going on...

A hand brushed her bottom. She could clearly feel the hard fingers lift one cheek, as if measuring its mass. Lois spun, hissing, but there was no-one behind her. We can feel the thought ran through her head and we can touch! What more can we do?

"Lois?" Luthor's voice came in over the monitors. "What is it? What is happening?"

"I...I...there was something touching me. The...the voices in my head, they're talking about touching me...ah!"

Lois cried out as something gripped her left wrist, and slowly peeled her arm away from her breast. She shrieked, and, struggling against the unseen ****, immediately stretched her right arm against both breasts, hugging her tits tightly to her...but No. The thought came in strongly. She seeks to deny us. That will not do. We must teach her... then another **** closed around her right wrist...it was like her father's hand, as a girl, snatching onto her. It felt larger and stronger than her own, gentle but insistent, as it peeled her arm back, until Lois stood there, both arms in the air...and naked as she had been up to this point, she had never felt so exposed, unable to move, muscles straining against the phantoms that held her.

Now something...someone...grabbed her tits. As Lois looked down on her breasts, she could see the indentations of a pair of hands as they pressed into her generous cupfuls, squashing them against her body...and against her will, she could feel her nipples grow hard, pressing into those unseen palms...

In the lab, Lex monitored the spectacle. His voice came out of the speakers. "The readings we're getting are incredible...I believe you're actually making contact with entities from another dimension!"

"Luthor, the other dimension is making contact with me-e-e-e-!" Lois yowled, as the hands went from merely pressing against her tits to pulling on them—fingers circling the base, a handful of breast-flesh in each hand and pulling them so that they stood out and away from her body, hanging bizarrely in mid-air as the hands slid down until fingers were holding onto her nipples. Her back arched in pleasure and pain at the unexpected manhandling.

It is good. The thought ran through her head. I can feel her pleasure. We must have more...