Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Where Have They Arrived?

The Bitch Boxes

The room was bare, except for five boxes. Four were occupied.

The boxes were clear—some sort of ballistic glass, Lois guessed. The women inside her their legs bent back behind their shoulders, arms tied around the back of their heads, which poked out of one end of the box, their legs at either side. The configuration left their breasts smooshed against the top, pale circles of tit-flesh pressed hard against the glass.

The other end of the box was open. Smooth, shaved pussies and assholes on full display. The black shemale trudged forward, and Lois noted the splatter of cum droplets on the floor, the trashcan with the spent condoms.

The women had been used.

Lois Lane, impaled on the massive erection of the horse-cocked black dickgirl, had their entire attention. They craned their necks to look at her.

"Lucky cunt," Tonya Wong muttered from her box. "Wish I could get some dick like that."

"I'm Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet. I came her to find you...and get you out of here."

The women blinked...and then began to laugh. Their legs flailed as much as they could move them, stomachs heaving in their bondage. There was a music in the way the four women laughed together, and their amusement was such that tears flowed from their eyes.

"Out? We had to fight to get in!" Jenny Dunlap managed to **** out between guffaws.

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"We were tired of it. Tired of everything. Student loans, glass ceilings, the whole fucking rat race of work and dating and all that shit. We wanted to get away from it all. So the Mistress made us a deal." Mara de la Cruz said. "Now we have a home. Pampered and cared for like pets. And all we have to do is a few hours in the box every day and get fucked."

"But...that's horrible!" Lois said. "You've been enslaved! You're being sexually abused!"

"Don't know it 'til you've tried it," Diana Reynolds shot back. "This is the best sex I've ever had. Look, there's an empty box," she nodded as far as the box allowed. "spend an hour with us, and then you can judge how we live."