Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Lois Picks The Public Over Blaze

It was a hell of a choice...but a spark of resistance flared inside the latex-caged reporter. She would rather be stuck out here than to give up her pussy to Blaze. Lois Lane didn't know why the mysterious dickgirl didn't just take it...she'd done nearly everything else to Lois...but the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter wasn't about to surrender her cunt to anyone. Not if Superman himself demanded it.

So Blaze put her finger in the reporter's gagged mouth...and Lois backed her tongue as far away from it as possible.

The finger rested there, Lois breathing as little as she dared. A second ticked by...two...three...

"Very well," Angelica Blaze said as she withdrew her finger. "I respect your choice. It's midnight. Dawn is in six hours. The DJ's current set ends in ten minutes. Everyone is going to come down off the dance floor and see you here. Word will spread fast. Oh, and if you have to piss yourself...there's no opening in that shell. You'll have to sit with it. All night. As they use you."

Hot breath blew into the mouth hole. Lois knew that Blaze must have bent over, her lips almost touching the latex gag itself.

"Then again, maybe that's what you always wanted, Lois. To just get away from it all. The big, bad, independent reporter...an object for someone else to use. Not even a ****. Just a piece of furniture. Cumbucket. Toilet."

Heels clicked on the filthy tile floor. A door opened and closed.

Just like that, Lois Lane was all alone. Naked. Locked in a latex prison. Unable to see. To scream. Entombed alive, her mouth exposed, hand over her cunny, and she could already feel the sweat pooling in the lower extremities of her shell, muscles clamping beneath her.

Wondering how long she had to wait.