One of the Missing Women

Maria led Lois deeper through the secret passage, past strange sounds and smells. The thump of beds against walls, the quiet moans and shrieks all seemed to merge together until Lois was following that shapely ass into a dark pit of sex. She wondered if Maria came down here at times, during the working hours, just to listen to it. Like her collage days studying at the library, headphones on, the white noise of endless grunts and orgasms as Lois did her research for journalism classes. She still did that, sometimes, in the privacy of her own home.

Every now and then, Maria would quickly pick a spyhole, check it, and then close it and move on. She seemed to be searching for something...and then she found it. Turned and gestured to Lois.

"This is it," she said. "One of the women you're looking for."

Lois eagerly turned to look through the spy hole. It was low enough she had to bend over—and she was not prepared for the sight that came to her.

It was a bathroom. A men's room, with those upright urinals that went all the way down to the floor, which were always so strange to her eyes. And there, in one of those upright basins of white porcelain, was Diana Reynolds. 19, reddish copper hair, green eyes. A barista and literature major. Tattoos in Tolkien's Elvish all down her slim arms, which were now bound above her head to the urinal's plumbing fixture. Her bare pussy hovered above the drain.

A spreader bar kept her from closing her knees, and she was in a permanent squat against the smooth blue tile of the wall. Her breasts, perky b-cups, were bare except for a light glaze. Yet what drew Lois to her was the pink pussy attached to her mouth, a silicone orifice that wrapped around the bottom of her face and was cinched tight to the back of her head.

Cum dribbled from the hole. Pale white splatters covered hair and face, even to a line of sperm across her nose, but there was a sticky mess of it sthat ran from the mouth-pussy down her chin, to drip on her breasts, her stomach, to get caught up as grey mats in the soft red fur of her sex.

As Lois watched, a man came up, to stand at the urinal. Diana's eyes watched him with her peripheral vision, and Lois watched too as he unbuckled his pants and stood there...then flushed the handle. The sound of the moving water got him started, and she saw the pale yellow stream against the porcelain. Like Diana, she watched and waited, to see what he would do next...

"You want this, bitch? Guess I could use a cleaning." He rumbled, and turned. Lois could see his cock, limp in his hand. Diana tried to turn her body towards him, arching her back to display her breasts.

"We have to help her," Lois whispered. "He's about to..."

Maria laid a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't understand," the barmaid said. "This isn't her punishment. This is her reward."