Lois Sits In Blaze's Lap

Well, I'm already fucked, Lois Lane thought to herself. I might as well listen to what she has to say and find out what is going on.

The reporter sat down hard. Her ass and thighs hit, not hard metal, but solid flesh. Fim and soft and warm. The arms of the "statue"—now very much alive—pivoted to grasp her breasts. The thin gold foil cracked to reveal blood-red skin beneath. Lois was sure there was more to the statue's sudden transformation than a layer of golden skin-paint, but right now she had more important things to worry about.

"What are you doing with those women?" The reporter asked, in the tone of voice she reserved for hostile interviews.

"I? I merely provide what they wish. Look at the screens."

Men knelt on the mattresses. Lois Lane watched as all four of the women were penetrated at once, naked cocks in naked cunts. The women opened their mouths in silent screams or moans as the men on top of them humped and wiggled. Their hard shafts slid in and out of the wet, hairless pussies. There were black markers tied to the mattress with a bit of string.

"Each man who cums in them will mark their tally. They are paid for however many times they get fucked. All night, sometimes. They're earning their way through school, Lois Lane. When they tire of it—or get pregnant, or an STD that won't be cured so easily—they'll go back to their dreary lives of humping frat boys that won't make them cum and won't pay them for the privilege of being their cum dumpster. Here, at least, they get all the dick they want, and earn cash for their work."

The hands groped the reporter's breasts through her shirt, sought and found the nipples to pinch them through the thin cloth. Blaze's hips shifted, so that her hard cock moved around inside of Lois Lane's pussy. The reporter knew she should feel ill to be fucked like this...taken advantage of sexually...but her stupid body was too sexually excited, and she couldn't muster the rage and indignation that such an event would usually require.

"So...the cult?" Lois asked.

"Devotees. Fangirls. It amuses me to engage with them in their worship. Some of them are only in it for the sex, others for the promise of the magic I will teach them. Which are you, Lois?"

"What?"

"You are here, in my most sacred place. Are you here to be initiated into my mysteries—or just to be fucked?"

"I'm...I didn't come here to fuck you!" Lois insisted. "I was looking for the missing women."

"Now you've found them," Blaze said. Up on screen, the first of the men had finished and pulled out. White sperm slid down from Tonya Wong's slit. Another man quickly took his place. "And you're fucking me anyway. Is that what you want, Lois?"