Lois Gets A Massage

Lois Lane sighed and stripped off her soaking wet jacket, shirt, and bra. Angelica had a point. There was no sense being cold and wet while waiting for rescue. The reporter carefully laid down, head facing the incline at the back of the cave. Careful not to show her bare breasts to the young, touchy-feely lesbian.

Angelica got to work, hands moving down from the reporter's shoulders.

"You're so tense," the young woman said, fingers digging into the skin, pressing against the muscles. "Try to relax."

The reporter took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This didn't make any sense. Missing women. A trap. A river of what appeared to be cum. A cave with a young lesbian woman that was high as a kite, giving her a massage. It felt like a badly-plotted story in an erotic fanfic. Yet Lois knew that if she just had the right information, it would all come together. Life wasn't so random, so uncontrolled.

Hell, if it was, she thought. Then right about now this hottie would be in my pants.

Angelica's hands had migrated down the reporter's spine to the reporter's lower-back. Lois felt languid. It had been ages since she'd had a massage. She almost felt at one with the ground, and it set her mind free. Free-associating, putting facts together...

Okay, assuming everything that happened, happened. What's the right question to ask? Somebody has to be behind the missing women, the trap, the river of sperm. Somebody that can make women disappear and a river of jizz. So...mad science or magic? I guess you could clone something to produce all that jizz, but it would require a lot of biological material and set-up, a whole lab...and if you went through all the trouble to do that, then why have it run through dirty rock? Okay, so let's assume it's magic...

"I need to do your legs," Angelica said. "Can I take off your pants?"

Lois didn't want to lose her train of thought, so answered quickly. "Fine, but the panties stay on."

The young woman deftly began peeling the tight wet pants off the reporter, exposing her bare legs and ass to the open air. Her tight black lace thong panties were absolutely soaked and crusted with jizz, but Lois didn't want to think about that now. She focused on picking up where she had left off as Angelica's hands began to shimmy down her legs, working the muscles in the reporter's thighs and calves.

Right, so it's magic. Why jizz, then? Some sort of fertility aspect. Has to be. Which could well explain the missing women: subjects to knock up. Unless the jizz isn't being generated by the mysterious magical villain behind the scenes, it's being stolen somehow. Can they get some sort of power out of it? I mean, it works for blood, I guess it could work for semen. So either the missing women are involved or they stumbled into it...

The hands reached all the way down to Lois Lane's feet, and she moaned, appreciating the foot rub. Walking in those heels was a bit of ****. Lois almost felt half-melted as the hands started making their way back up, on the inside of her thigh, and the reporter didn't even care if Angelica made a grab for her butt at this point.

Okay, so there's a river of cum. So it must be going FROM somewhere TO somewhere. The source maybe is important, but a lot of work has been done to get it to the destination...and that tells me that's what I should focus on. Just follow the river and maybe I'll find out what the jizz is being used for...and if I find that out, maybe I find out what the hell is going on. And where the missing women are.

Angelica asked Lois another question, and without thinking the reporter replied in the affirmative.