Jump

There was ****, really. Lois Lane knew that. Whatever else had happened tonight, she wasn't going to be anyone's plaything. Even if it meant facing almost certain ****...

Her calves bunched as hard as she could.

She jumped.

For a moment, she was free.

No cock inside of her. No hands touching her. She felt her body momentarily weightless, free from all restraint and ****.

A part of her wondered if this is what Superman felt like, when he flew. Just that single supreme moment, of slipping the surly bonds of earth. To reach up and touch the sky.

Lois Lane closed her eyes as she felt gravity take hold, the beginning of her descent.

She felt herself fall.

A hand coiled around her left ankle.

Her eyes opened in sudden shock as she fell forward, but her progress was arrested by that strong grip. She slammed face-first into the hard, sloping glass slide of the pit. The impact seemed to shake her brains in her skull, and she tasted blood in her mouth.

Worse than that, though—Lois Lane could feel that strong grip on her left ankle dragging her back up to the orgy she had chosen **** to escape.

For the first time that night, Lois screamed.