To See The Women

"Okay Maria," Lois laid a hand on the back of Maria's neck. The reporter wasn't usually so touchy-feely, but for some reason, she was in the mood. "Can you take me to where the other lab rats are?"

The young woman licked her lips, obviously nervous. Lois ran her hand up and down the neck, somewhere between a pet and massage.

"They're uh...they're downstairs." Maria led the way, down the hall and around a corner to a stairwell. Lois kept her hand on the barmaid, who didn't seem to resist the contact, but she was also keeping an eye out—there was no security that she could see anywhere along the hallway, not even a camera.

At the bottom of the stairwell, the two women emerged into another hallway—albeit one that looked more like a hospital than anything else. Pastel walls, with handrails and bumpers, wide double doors at either end, the smell of antiseptics, the cool breeze of air conditioning a few degrees below comfortable...and a large plexiglass window.

Lois blinked, but Maria moved forward, both eagerness and reticence evident in her body language, and then froze in place.

"The uh...the other subjects," Maria licked her lips again. "I don't...I don't know if you want to see them."

The reporter stood in close behind the other woman. Wrapped her hands around Maria's midriff, the warmth of her palms against the young woman's soft tummy. Lois rested her chin on the younger woman's shoulder. It was so hard to think that "Maria" had once been a man.

"Why is that?" she whispered, letting her hands creep up, under Maria's shirt.

"Th-the procedure. I-I wanted t-to be a woman, but the others wanted...different things. I-it affected them. They're not...they're not really ready to go back upstairs yet. That's why they're down here."

Lois' hands cupped the warm, soft swellings of Maria's breasts. Her fingers caught the little barbells that pierced the red-and-pink-haired woman's nipples.

"Show me," the reporter breath, extending her tongue to lick Maria's ear—and felt the young woman quiver in response. Lois smiled, knowing she was going too far, but she was feeling really randy for some reason. She didn't know why. It just felt...right.

Maria breathed deep...and then they walked together over to the plexiglass window.

Once, the room beyond might have been a fairly standard four-bed hospital room...but now the privacy curtains had all been torn away, the beds upended, and the mattresses piled on the floor to make a single wide surface. Bodies writhed on the mattresses, four of them, hips slamming into hips, lips moaning around shafts, hands grasping at breasts or buried in holes...and nearly every surface looked spattered with semen or saliva. A television mounted to the wall blared out pornography. A dark alcove suggested a bathroom, the door broken off, pieces discarded in a corner. It was like an enclosure at the zoo.

Lois blinked, and tilted her head, still resting on Maria's shoulder.

It was the four missing women. Each of them had a stiff cock and a pair of balls between their legs. Each of them was, at the moment, trying to get off—although individually or as a group, Lois wasn't certain. She had seen orgies before, but never this close. This...messy. None of the women looked like they were having a good time, exactly. Their throbbing genitals, what Lois could see of them, looked rubbed raw. And they were entirely engrossed in what they were doing, heedless of the two onlookers.

"Can they see us?" Lois asked.

"No," Maria whispered. "But sometimes, I think, they can smell us. Smell pussy, I mean. Then they start to rub themselves up against the glass."

"How long have they been this way?" The reporter could feel Maria's nipples harden between her fingers, and down between her own legs, the reporter knew her own pussy felt swamped.

"Since the procedure. They have to separate them, sometimes, but...then they attack the staff."

Lois licked her own lips. Different desires warred within her, and she weighed her next question carefully.