What's Happening To Lois?

Pinned to the floor by unseen hands, staring into the scintillating jewel directly above her, Lex Luthor's question echoes through Lois Lane's mind...and her reporter instincts kicked in, as she began to narrate her experience.

"I can hear...three of them, in my head. They're not...telling me to do things. It's like I'm a radio, tuned into their channel." She took a breath. "Right now, two of them are holding me down. I can't see them, but I can feel them. Strong, masculine hands. The...the third..." Lois swallowed. "I...I can feel their fingers spreading my pussy. I think it's a female. Her fingers are smaller..slender...the nails trimmed...but strong..."

The reporter bit her lip, white lines appearing on her upper thighs.

"She...she just scratched me. Her thumbs are holding my labia open. So...so they can see everything. I think...I think she wanted my attention. They're talking...oh...oh..." Lois spasmed, struggling, but invisible hands held her in place, dimpling her flesh. The reporter struggled briefly, before sinking back to the ground. "She...she wants to penetrate me."

Lex zoomed in the camera on the naked reporter's exposed crotch, and double checked to make sure they were recording. "Keep talking Lois," he directed through the speakers. "The energy readings appear to be intensifying."

On screen, Luthor watched as without any apparent actor, the entrance to Lois' vaginal canal was slowly spread open, the pink walls pulled apart by some invisible ****. Not roughly...but inexorably...the pink circle of her canal growing wider and wider, moment by moment, like an obscene flower opening its blossom...and the walls beyond it tried to contract on the invisible intruder, but couldn't, spasming and meeting some unseen resistance.

Luthor could not see the end of the tunnel—not without lights shining directly down there—but he could see Lois gasp and shake as her cunt was spread, as though be an invisible speculum.

"I can feel her hand," Lois groaned, voice quavering as she sought to control herself through the onslaught. "It's like a gynecologist's exam except...she's enjoying this. I can hear her, in my head, laughing as I squirm. The others are saying not to fool around. They say...oh...they told her to go deeper... she's going deeper."

The skin suddenly distended on the reporter's lower abdomen, eliciting a gasp of pain. She grimaced and continued on, skin reflecting the million sparkles of the jewel above her.

"I've never had anything this deep. Can't go much further, all that's left is... I...I think...oh no...she...she wants..."