Lois Lane Is Not Dead...And She Has A Fun New Hole To Play With!

Lois Lane awoke like a cat. She gave no outward sign, but came fully awake, all at once. Eyes closed, she realized she was naked....beneath warm, clean, soft sheets that were smooth as satin. The air smelled oddly antiseptic, recycled, like in an airplane. There was nothing of the pain she had experienced when she had passed out, and Lois had no memory of anything after Superman had saved her for Blaze.

Opening her eyelids just a hair, Lois saw that she was in a room lit by subdued lighting...she was in some sort of great golden bed, in a vaguely oval-shaped room. The walls looked like they were made out of crystal, and there were odd glowing lines in them that looked like circuitry buried in ice.

She sat up, one arm instinctively pressing the sheet against her brest. THe temperature was comfortable...and opening her violet eyes fully, to look around, she couldn't see anyone else in the room. Looking down, she saw that the sheet she was clasping to her breast was a bright, familiar red...and there was a great golden S-sigil printed on it.

This has to be the Fortress of Solitude! Lois reasoned.

The reporter's free hand went under the sheet to feel at her pussy...and let out a sigh of relief to find everything in order down there. Her fingers played over her lips, just as she remembered them...a little damp maybe, not sore at all...and then up, and she was a little surprised to find that her pubic hair was gone, as though freshly shaved or waxed. Lois blushed.

He must have had to do surgery...and it's common to shave around the site of surgery, the reporter thought. Still, her cheeks burned to think that Superman had shaved her pubis. Then her fingers explored higher...and she froze. Poked about at her abdomen, just beneath her navel...and then tossed the sheet aside to lay eyes on her midriff.

Her pussy between her legs was perfectly normal. The crotch smooth as a baby's bottom. But about three inches about her clit, and leading up to just below her belly button, was a very unexpected interruption in the smooth skin of her flat stomach. A long, flat seam. With trembling, curious fingers, Lois pulled at the sides...and they pulled apart easily, revealing a tight, pink, wet-looking channel.

"Oh," a voice came from above. "You're awake. How do you feel?"

Superman floated down, and Lois looked up, realized for the first time that the ceiling was several dozen meters above, and her bed lay at the bottom of a very long well. The Man of Steel, still dressed in his customary costume, smiled at her as his red boots hit the ground next to her bed.

He sat on the edge...and Lois felt her heart beat faster as she realized how close he was...and she was naked. Exposed. Moreso than normal.

"I feel fine," she said, and glanced down at the new hole in her stomach. "What is this?"