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On the brink of exhaustion, dick drained, barely conscious, the reporter staggered after the retreating cum bucket. Maybe it was the last vestiges of the command still echoing in her brain; maybe it was the realization that here, at last, was one of the women that Lois had come here for—or maybe it was sheer will, driving her tired body to the limits of her endurance.

Yet Lois Lane put one foot in front of the other, following that white trail.

So much cum.

Her pulse pounded in her temples as Lois Lane struggled to raise her head, saw that it was some sort of robot on a wheeled cart dragging the **** cum receptacle away. Automation... Lois couldn't hear any actual people move about as they left the room they had been to enter a familiar corridor, down and around a corner she and Maria had not turned that lifetime ago when the barmaid had led her in here.

Doors opened for them and Lois followed, struggling to keep up the pace with the tireless machine. Feverishly she tried to keep track of the turns...was it two lefts of three? And then, as Lois felt ready to collapse, they arrived.

It was a dry, clean cell. Lois saw an open toilet, drains in the floor. White plastic everywhere, including bubbles around the light fixtures, giving everything a subdued look. There were three women in there, naked, eating some kind of paste from bags like astronaut food.

She stumbled in as the robot dropped the cum receptacle in the middle of the chamber and then left. Heard the door click behind them. Swayed there. The women looked very familiar...

"That's a big cock," Tonya Wong said, eyes glued to the reporter's crotch.

"Looks like it works, too," Mara de la Cruz said, going over to where Diana lay on the ground.

"She looks like she's about to collapse." Jenny Dunlap observed, and caught Lois as she started to fall.

"Don't worry," the blonde said, flashing a wicked grin. "We'll take good care of you."