Epilogue: Lois Lane, Supergimp

"Mistress loves you very much," Supergirl said, and kissed Lois on the lips. "I'll be back right after I save the world. You'll be safe here."

Then she closed the lid of the box and locked it.

The suit clung to Lois Lane's skin. Her arms in the black sleeves were crossed over her breasts, the hands encased in solid mittens over each pierced nipple. The blindfold locked out all the sights that might hurt her. The mask had no earholes, so she heard nothing that might hurt her. The cock-shaped gag was locked in place.

Alone in the dark again. Safe. Secure.

The buzzing began with the vibrators taped to her nipples. Lois shivered as she felt them shake the heavy rings that pierced her nipples. They went through a cycle...faster and faster, until Lois moaned around her gag...and then just as she felt like her breasts might go numb, they would fade...and down between her legs the vibrator taped to her clit would begin. The hood piercing shook, and the little nub of flesh stiffened.

Lois **** herself to relax into the process. The balls in her ass would vibrate next...and then the dildo in her pussy...and finally her throat. It was like a symphony, each instrument having its part, and Lois Lane was herself instrument and audience all at once. Her pussy clutched, her body spasmed. Heat built up within the box and she began to sweat. Locked safely away from the world, time itself would have lost meaning except for the pattern and sequence of vibrations as they played out, different stimulation at different times...and as they began to pulse in and out of one another, forming rhythms and beats, Lois grew light-headed and faint.

Her mistress was so kind to her.

In the dark, confined and constrained, her hips shook. An electric wave radiated out from her pelvis, along her spine. Inchoate moans hummed in tune with the vibrating crescendo of the dildo-gag. A puddle of pussy juice squirted around the dildo in her clit, her ass burned as one by one the vibrating balls added their bass notes. There was no world outside. Only the hummingbird beat of her own heart, the tides of her blood, the hot sticky air in the box and the echoes of her own climaxes that resounded over and over in her own ears.

It could have been minutes...hours...days...

Then the box opened. There was a tug at the hand that had been sewn into the back of her outfit. Lois felt herself lifted out of the box, like a piece of furniture. A few snaps and the gag was loose, pulled forth from her throat, coated thickly in saliva...and Lois Lane gulped down the cool outer air, panting and hot as she sensed the tight, wet pussy in front of her...she unrolled her tongue to lick desperately at it.

"Good ****," Supergirl murmured as she brought the reporter's mouth to her slit. The reporter lapped eagerly at her mistress' cunt. There was something different about it. A salty thickness, a bitterness she hadn't tasted before, but rang a dim and distant bell. "Clean me out. I told Kal it was okay. He's been so tense lately, and needed the release. He misses you, you know. I wonder sometimes if we shouldn't bring him into our games...but not yet. I don't want to share you."

Lois ran her tongue over and in her mistress' pussy, sucked and slurped up Superman's sperm...and wondered when mistress would put her back in the box.