Kryptonian Bondage Bidets

The bathroom was surprisingly clean, considering the condition of the rest of the club, as though it had been recently remodeled. Better luck still, there were two open stalls, right next to each other. At the sound of the door opening behind them, Lois Lane pointed toward one stall and Luma Lynai, understanding immediately what was on the reporter's mind, slipped into the other.

The toilet, she was surprised to see, was amazingly high-tech, like one of those strange Japanese toilets with buttons and controls; this one was solid black, glossy-looking, and appeared as if it had been designed in a wind tunnel. Inside, Lois could see the nozzle of a bidet. Fancy stuff for an underground club...and Lois felt the tug of hesitation...but then she buried it as Luma Lynai knocked softly on the wall between them.

Instinctively, Lois sat down, fully clothed, and leaned toward the wall.

"Can you hear me?" The reporter whispered.

"Loud and clear," the blonde whispered back. "The way you spoke, earlier...you know Ka—Superman? You can contact him? You are...friends?"

Lois swallowed dryly. She knew that tone. "Kal-El. Yes. Just a friend. I mean, I want to be more, but he's...I'm just human."

"I know what you mean. I'm...not from around here. On my planet, I am known as Superwoman." The blonde said.

Lois Lane's eyes widened...and the last piece slipped into place. Her accent, the little hints.

"My world orbits an orange sun; like Superman I am a visitor from another world...a cousin of the Kryptonians. Orange sunlight gives me powers equivalent to his. But yellow sunlight robs me of my powers, like a red sun does to him. That's why I was developing the orange sunlight generator. I thought...I could use it to retain my powers, to be with him. But in the wrong hands, it can be a weapon used against him." Luma Lynai said.

Lois Lane once again felt that odd connection to this woman. They both loved the same man...yet Lois felt no pang of jealousy, no bitterness. Only sympathy. She had gone through her own attempts to be Superman's equal, to be a fit mate for him.

"I know what you mean," Lois said. "But who would steal such a device? And why would they kidnap Earth women?"

"I don't know about the latter," Luma said. "But the ship I tracked to Earth was of Kryptonian dsign...and had residues of Phantom Zone radiation."

"Phantom zone criminals!" Lois hissed. "We might not be able to involve Superman, but we might want to contact the Justice League. If we're dealing with evil Kryptonians, then..."

A shriek from Luma Lynai's stall caught the reporter's attention. Instinctively, Lois attempted to stand...and found, to her horror, that her ass was stuck to the smooth black mass of the futuristic toilet as securely as if it was a magnet. Worse, she saw the red material of her pants bubbling and dissolving.

"I can't get up!" Lois said. "The toilet has me!"

"Me too!" Luma said. "On Earth, I only have as much power as an Earth woman! It's like I'm stuck in place, and..."