Epilogue: Hard Time

They awoke in the cell. There was a single mattress on the floor, a single toilet. One corner was given over to a shower, which doubled as their only source of drinking water. The lights overhead were encapsulated in some kind of thick glass, unbreakable to the blows of hand or foot. A single door, with a slot through which food came, roughly three times a day.

No clothes. No mirrors. Lois Lane had woken up first, and **** Batgirl before the Caped Crusader regained consciousness. It had taken a few more violent encounters before they had figured out that the new tattoo on Barbara Gordon's lower back was the trigger word.

Things had been tense for the prisoners after that. Batgirl kept her back to the wall. Lois simply kept her distance. Their stories came out haltingly. Trust grew slowly. The reporter and the crimefighter surveyed every inch of their prison. Made an inventory of all their assets. Rapped on concrete walls. Ate their meals in grudging silence. Barbara slept on her back, or with her back against the wall, and the dickgirl reporter gave her as much space as possible.

"Maybe we could just...cut it off," Lois said as she pulled at the hair on her leg. There hadn't been any opportunity to shave, and judging by her pubic hair and leg hair, the reporter guessed they'd been imprisoned together for a week.

"What?" Barbara asked. She was examining the door for the millionth time.

"My penis," Lois said. "I woke up hard again today. Maybe we could get some string from the mattress, tie it real tight...maybe break off a tile from the shower and I can saw through it...flush it down the toilet."

"You get hard about sixteen times a day, you don't have to mutilate yourself," Barbara said.

Lois winced. "Sorry. I mean, I'm not normally attracted to women, and I've been trying not to...you know...look..."

"But you like what you see, don't you?" Barbara looked away from the door and smirked. "You haven't cum at all since that first time, right? You're probably backed up."

Lois said nothing. She faced the wall, hands and forehead against the bare cement. She heard the pat-pat-pat of Batgirl's bare feet the cement as she approached her...and Lois knew that was for her benefit. The redhead could move silent as a cat when she wanted to.

The redhead's hands pressed against the reporter's back. Onto her shoulders. Lois almost flinched away. It was the first time they had purposefully touched since that first time.

"Lois, it's okay. It's just a part of you now. When we get out of here, we can see about reversing what was done to you—to us. But right here and now, I need you present and alert. We need to get through this together. Which means you need to take care of that raging erection..."

The dickgirl snorted, unable to hold back a guffaw.

Barbara slid her hands down the reporter's sides, over her ribs.

"...or if you'd like," the crimefighter said in a sultrier tone of voice. "I can help you with that."

The fingers crept around to grasp the stiff prick that pointed toward the wall. Lois gasped.

"Damn," Barbara said. "It's bigger than I remembered."

"Are...are you sure? I mean, last time..." Lois said.

"This time is different," the redhead said as she pressed her breasts into the reporter's back, and her fingers blindly groped the prick. "This time I'm in control."

Nimble fingers explored the reporter's prick. It was thick enough that Barbara couldn't wrap her whole hand around it. Long enough she could grip it with both hands at once. The crimefighter let the base of her thumb rub against the reporter's urethra, which was already oozed a slimy precum. The redhead's other fingers reached down to explore the base...and Lois gasped harder as she found the reporter's pussy.

"I knew you had both," Barbara said. "I mean, I've seen you when you showered...and were on the toilet...but I never got a chance to examine them up close."

Batgirl took two fingers and started rubbing them on the underside of Lois' glans, near the head, while the others rubbed the base just above the split where the reporter's labia began. Lois gasped and shook, her cock throbbed...

"You know," the redhead whispered huskily. "You're not the only one that needs a bit of release...come on big girl...cum for me..."

She pressed her lips against the reporter's neck...and Lois exploded. She tensed and shook as her jizz painted the wall white in thick white gobs, rope after rope splashed against the cement and drizzled down, and Barbara continued to rub the sensitive glans until Lois began to wilt...and then the redhead drew her fingers back and licked them clean.

"I think taking me from behind is out," Batgirl said. "But there are other things we can do..."

Lois didn't know what to say...but she turned around. Cum still dripped from her cock. She stared into Barbara Gordon's eyes...and the redhead silently mouthed the words.

I have a plan. Follow my lead. Don't worry.

Lois mouthed back.

Okay.

The redhead grinned...and then Batgirl sank to her knees. Her lips and tongue guided the half-hard cock into her mouth. Her untrimmed nails scratched at the reporter's abs...and Lois Lane closed her eyes. She trusted that the redhead really did have a plan...but right then and there, to assuage the guilt of her earlier **** and feel Batgirl's lips wrapped around her cock, Lois Lane would have done absolutely anything that the redhead asked of her.