No, Lois Is Very Persuasive

"Show me these women, and drinks are on me!" Lois Lane said.

Aisha and Maria looked at each other...and grinned.

"You're on!" they said in unison.

Which is how the reporter found herself following her new friends deeper into the bowels of the building. Past the doors for the men's room and ladies' room, through a hole that had been knocked into the wall. They walked through a dim bricklined hallway and arrived into a larger open space...and Lois thought that they weren't in the same building anymore, but probably the basement of one of the adjacent warehouses. Possibly one whose basement had been bricked up and forgotten for who knows how many years...

And who knew it was here, this space? Lois wandered.

The room was surprisingly clean, consisting of a few scattered tables and chairs, a makeshift bar in one corner, and a kind of stage in another. The only unusual bit was the weird Satanic graffiti on the wall. Lois saw famous occult images and pentagrams spray-painted as high up as a person could reach, and the far wall was an erotic mural featuring a crimson female figure with horns and dark hair, small breasts and a gaping slit, much like a sheela na gig. The white eyes without pupil or iris seemed to follow Lois as her new friends brought her toward the stage.

There were five concrete pillars, running from the floor up to the ceiling, all in a row, the wooden stage built around them. Someone had drilled metal rings into the pillars about seven feet up, and manacles had been drilled into these. One set, in the center pillar, hung empty. The others held the dainty wrists of four naked young women.

Lois recognized them from their social media profiles. She knew their names, the majors they were pursuing at Metropolis University. Mara de la Cruz, Diana Reynolds, Tonya Wong, and Jenny Dunlap. The missing women that Lois had come to find. They stood there, each of them, pussies and armpits shaven, breasts bare, not showing any sign of embarrassment, nipples stiff.

It was early in the evening, so they were relatively clean. No one had cum on them yet, or spit on them. One figure, dressed in a dark robe as though it was Halloween, had a pitcher of beer, and was going from one to the next, holding it to their lips to slake their thirst. There was something odd about that figure. Lois frowned as she stepped past her companions approaching right to the edge of the stage. The light was so dim that Lois had to be almost on top of the stage before it hit her...