Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Does Lois Wait, or Call For Help?

Lois Waits

The black dickgirl slumbered peacefully on the floor. Lois Lane, still standing, embedded on the cock, checked her phone. Twenty minutes had passed. Enough time to clear her head a little. To put together everything she'd seen and heard.

To plan.

Faux-superhero prostitutes. Some sort of mistress in charge of it all. Four missing women. One particularly helpful bartender. Lois Lane shifted her weight, trying to see if the erection had softened enough for her to clamber off. Looked at the puddle of cum that had dripped out of her already, onto the sleeping figure below.

Someone wanted her here. It was the only thing that made sense. Why else would Maria have led Lois deeper and deeper in? A spider inviting the fly into the web. The only questions were who and why.

A few internet searches had narrowed down the possibilities. There weren't that many female villains, and few with the resources to pull something like this off. And the transformations...that smacked of magic. Of those few, very few would get much out of running a brothel. You'd make ten times that just empowering wanna-be supervillains.

So: someone with the means, and not the desire for money. Lois Lane had narrowed it down to the ancient sorceresses Circe or Morgan Le Fay, or the demon Blaze. All of whom were heavy hitters, capable of shenanigans.

At this point, Lois knew she should call for backup. Zatanna, Wonder Woman, that whole crowd. But the why still gnawed at her—as did the horsecocked dickgirl's talk about a gem. That sounded like the key to the whole thing.

Twenty-five minutes. Lois Lane planted her feet and tried to stand. This time, she could feel something give. Slowly, achingly, she pulled her pussy off the swollen cock, a torrent of jizz falling down on the sleeping dickgirl. When she did finally manage to pry her pussy off the still-erect cock, it was with a wet *pop*.

The reporter felt sore. Like when she was a young woman, and had fallen asleep and left a toy inside her all night. But the pain helped her to focus. She was tired of the runaround. Time to get to the bottom of all this.

It was a matter of how focused Lois Lane was that she left the room without bothering to replace her pants.