Let The Women Have Their Way With Her

Lois Lane was too weak to resist. She felt as though she had been rolled in crystal meth and thrown to a hockey team. Every part of her hurt, and most of her felt caked with cum, gobs of it still running out of her sore, empty cunt. All she wanted to do was sleep, but even that was to be denied to her.

The women she came here to save moved to sate their lusts on her.

Pussies closed over her stiff fingers, the reporter doing her best to move the sore digits in and out of the tight, wet holes, feeling the unfamiliar hard jangle of labial piercings. Another cunt closed over the reporter's mouth, the clitoris nearly going up her nostrils as Lois extended a tired tongue, feeling the hard metal rings bang against her face, the salty cunt rubbing hard against her lips.

Down below, a much more active tongue and lips clamored at her pussy for its feast, fastidious as a cat, lapping at every drop of jism still clinging to the reporter's aching tunnel. Lois wanted to gasp as she felt the tongue rub over her sore spots, wondered if the woman could taste the coppery splotches of blood there...

"She has no rings," one of the women observed. "I thought all the fucktoys got them."

"Maybe...she isn't into it?" another offered, a hand grasping the reporter's wrist, trying to stuff more of Lois' fingers into her cunt. "I mean, she doesn't seem exactly eager."

"Don't be stupid." Lois thought this was from the one sitting on the reporter's face. "She's tired is all. So were you the first time. No one is stupid enough to come down here without looking to get fucked until they drop."

"I'll tell you this much," the woman drew her tongue out of Lois' slit long enough to comment. "She doesn't have a diaphragm. Good thing the cocks upstairs are all shooting blanks. Well, except for one."

The women all tittered at that, like it was the funniest joke in the world.

Lois listened intently, even as she struggled to keep her eyes open, fingers moving, tongue lapping. She was past the point of orgasm, completely fucked out, a limp ragdoll which these apparently-not-prisoners were squeezing the last meager drops of fun from...but she was curious about this one they were talking about...who or what was it?

A question for later. For right now, as her jaw felt numb and the tongue returned to her twat, Lois wondered only one thing...