Locked

The door rattled. Lois frowned, stepped back...and saw the heavy padlock, high up on the door.

The reporter gritted her teeth, palms suddenly sweaty.

There's always more than one way to suck a dick...she blushed, realizing how badly she'd screwed up the saying.

Climbing over the door was problematic; whatever else Lois Lane was, she wasn't a traceuse and didn't plan on using parkour to run up the wall and vault over the gap. Under the door, however...

Lois dropped onto her belly, tits pressing into the cold, filthy tile. There was a gap of about twelve inches. She could see the bare legs of the women kneeling on the tile...and the chains bolted into the floor, leading up. The reporter gritted her teeth and crawled forward.

Old cum stains splattered the floor, and Lois had to resist a sudden urge to lick them..she slithered forward, tilting her head to squeeze under the gap, then squeezing her shoulders through. She paused as her nipples scraped the floor to look around.

It was a small, cramped stall. The chains bolted to the floor ran up to hooks on the wall, and from there down to collars on the two women. Lois recognized Diana Reynolds and Jenny Dunlap, two of the missing women. They were both naked, sitting almost in a picture of meditation before their respective holes, eyes closed...

The creek of hinges caught Lois' attention. Someone was coming in the bathroom!