Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Is The Sound?

A Slow Clap

It echoed in the cavern, imperious and mocking.

Reporter and thief turned to the source of the sound.

A woman stood there, skin as red as blood, dark horns curling from her head. She wore a kind of orange costume, a V-shaped shift that just covered her breasts, a flowing loin cloth that left her long legs bare. Lois Lane wasn't sure how she kept decent moving in it.

"Bravo," the demon said. Men came up behind her, tough-looking mooks in bad suits holding stun guns. Pointed at Lois and Selina. "You've uncovered quite a bit. Now, you will learn the rest—as my whores! Seize them!"

The men moved forward. There were at least ten of them.

"How many can you take?" Selina whispered as she backed away toward the river of jizz.

"I don't think more than two," Lois said honestly. She balled her fists, feet still squelching with sperm with every step.

"Leaving eight for me, plus the bitch." Selina hissed. "At least we have the advantage in that they don't want to hurt u—"

"Don't worry about hurting them!" The demon shouted. "We can sell them half-priced as damaged goods!"

"Shit!" Lois swore. "A genre-savvy villain. What do we do?"

"Well, we get taken by these mooks and end up whores fucked in every hole," Selina said. The men were fanning out, surrounding the pair of women. There was nowhere to escape. "Or..."