Lois Is With The Missing Women

Lois Lane opened her eyes. The light was dim, a single 40-watt bulb in a steel cage. Bare concrete walls and floors. A single open toilet and sink.

Four women.

The women. The ones Lois had come here to find. Jenny Dunlap. Tonya Wong. Maya de la Cruz. Diana Reynolds. Naked, disheveled, unwashed. Moving closer. Circling around her.

"She's awake," Diana said, the 19-year old with the strawberry blonde hair. Thin, with a dancer's build.

"Tired." Tonya spoke in her turn, nostrils flaring.

"Used," Maya ran one finger along the reporter's bare arm, watched Lois flinch.

"Fresh meat," Jenny's hands grasped the reporter's knees. "What are we waiting for?"

There was something wrong in the way they talked, moved. Their eyes were hungry, nipples hard. Lois wondered how long they had been there, if they had suffered as the reporter had. How they had taken to their captivity...

"W-wait," Lois whispered through dry lips. She had a bad feeling about this. "I-I know who you are. I'm a reporter. Lois Lane. The Daily Planet. I came...came to find you."

"Lois," Diana smiled, as she liked the way the name tasted on her lips. "I'm glad you found us."

Tonya and Maya each grabbed one of Lois Lane's arms, gently pulling them away from her body. The reporter was too weak to resist. Diana crept closer, inching toward Lois Lane's head with her knees.

Lois felt soft, wet things press against her hands. Jenny Dunlap **** her knees open, revealing the reporter's raw and swollen sex. And Diana Reynold's ass hovered over the reporter's face, descending gently in a deep squat.