Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Open Her Eyes

I'm not afraid, Lois Lane told herself. The cock was warm between her thighs. She could almost feel the eyes on her, knew what it would look like. What they would call her. Whore. Slut. All the things she had avoided her entire career.

I'm not afraid, Lois said as she opened her eyes.

For a moment, the reporter wasn't sure if she had opened her eyes. Only darkness greeted her vision.

"Some matters, like mushrooms," Blaze's voice came in her ear. "require darkness to grow. Put out your hands."

Taking a deep breath, Lois raised her hands in front of her. She could feel the movement, the positioning, as well as she could feel the floor beneath her feet, the hard cock between her thighs, the skin of it resting against her labia. But she couldn't see it.

"This is absolute darkness," Blaze spoke again. "Your eyes will never adjust. You can't see anything. No-one can see what you do...in the dark."

Arms slid under and inside the reporter's own, smooth and warm. Placed themselves so that the wrists rested in the palms of the reporter's hands. Almost instinctively, the reporter's hands closed on the wrists.

"These are your hands, now. What will you do, now that nobody can see you?" Lips brushed against Lois Lane's right ear. "Know now that whatever happens here, is only between us. No one else will ever know."

The reporter shivered—not so much at the words or the situation, but at the idea. The terrible freedom of it. The permission it gave. She could do anything at all...and even without trying to think of them, the possibilities excited her.