Lois Gets The Key

It was a strange kind of hell that the naked reporter found herself in. Baking in a room that was growing hotter by the moment, her lips, tongue, and throat were numb or burning with cold as they slid over the rapidly melting dicksicle that she was fellating. Lois Lane pushed herself to her limit, knowing that movement was the key to avoid frostbite and to melt the phallic icicle as quickly as possible.

She didn't even stop to think about the cum-flavored water she swallowed. Any moisture was a godsend as she sweated profusely. The combination of a gut full of cold cock-melt and the oppressive heat turned the reporter's stomach and brought a sharp pain behind her eyes. If the reporter could have spared a moment to chuckle, she would have appreciated the irony: she was getting an ice cream headache, but that was not an excuse she could lean on to get out of sex.

Millimeter by millimeter the icy wand narrowed. Lois could feel the overflowing melt run down her chin and over her breasts. Her jaw ached, her tongue burned, her stomach growled and the reporter knew that she could take only a little more of this cruel treatment...and resolved, at last, to press what was left of the icy cock as deep into her throat as it would go, to press her lips almost to the base...

...and then her teeth came down hard, and with a snap of neck she broke the whole frozen prong free, but was careful not to let it drop, lest the fragile key break. Instead, she took it into her hands...slippery as it melted, faster now than before, the sticky juice all over her fingers...to suck on the other end.

She felt like the owl with the tootsie pop as her teeth gnawed gently at the milky ice...but it came apart in her hands, and the blue plastic key, with its strange butterfly-like handle, came free.

"Very good, Lois. But do you want to know what's special about this key?" Angelica Blaze's voice came over the speaker. "To escape from this room, you don't have to unlock a lock...you need to lock it."

Which is when a vent in the ceiling opened, and a metal chastity belt fell with a clatter onto the ground.

"There's a slot by the door," Blaze said. "Lock yourself in chastity, put the key in the slot, and the door will open."

Lois panted, shivered, baking without and freezing within, sick to her stomach. It was all the worse to know that she was being filmed, that others would see her stuck in this dilemma...to debase herself further, and escape, or refuse even after all she had already done.