Lois Lane's Pussy Is Sealed

Consciousness came back to Lois Lane suddenly. She awoke with a start, staring around herself as her last memories replayed—trapped in latex, **** full of cum—but even as her heart pounded in her chest, the reporter found herself fully clothed, sitting on a toilet in a filthy toilet. Outside, she could hear the dull throb of the music.

"I'm still in the club," she said out loud, if only to reassure herself of her own voice. Quickly, she patted down her pockets. The wallet was still there, with her cash. Smartphone was there too—and Lois noted the time. 11:57. She'd been in the club for hours. The memory of the latex hell and the fucking she'd received was vivid in her memory...but was it all some sort of dream? Maybe she'd had too much to drink, come into the bathroom to be sick, and then fallen asleep?

Yet Lois felt wide awake and sober. She stood up, massaging life back into her legs inside their tight red pants. Stretched a little. There were some odd aches and pains...and that familiar languor that sometimes came to Lois after sex...but she felt generally clean and fresh. There was something different though, a tightness about her hips, a fullness inside of her. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, Lois pulled them out as far as they could go, determined to check on things "down there"...

...and swiftly ran into a problem.

Something hard and rubbery. The reporter peeled her pants down, and stared in horror at the smooth, shiny blackness that hugged her hips and crotch. She had seen latex panties before...but she had never worn them. These seemed almost molded in place, so that the reporter could clearly see the outline of her vulva, and the band hugged her hips so tightly they were digging into the pale flesh.

Lois ran her finger down the edge, but they were so tight she couldn't even wiggle a single finger in the seam...and she was now certain, terribly certain, that a cargo of potent sperm was trapped inside her pussy. She could practically feel the sticky ooze inside of there...but these latex panties were so tight, she'd have to basically cut them off. Swiftly her fingers slid over the back, searching for any sort of easy way to get them off...and blushed as she found the heart-shaped hole centered around her anus. Lois could poop without taking the panties off...or do other things, with her asshole.

Thinking about those other things made Lois blush harder.

With a muttered curse, the reporter pulled her pants back up. Obviously, the dickgirl wanted Lois to have someone to remember her by—but the night wasn't over yet, and Lois Lane was still on the trail of her story.