Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What happens?

The Women Become Overwhelmed With Lust

It was like something clicked off behind their eyes. Lois Lane was panting, tugging at her four-inch long mutated clitoris. The women were all dressed in the same revealing parodies of superhero costumes that Lois had seen the other women in the brothel wear...Wonder Woman with her brassiere too small, so that her nipples were poking out; Green Lantern naked except for body paint; a Catwoman with a triangle cut in her leotard to reveal pussy and ass at once, a Batgirl with cape and cowl and nothing else...

They all turned those dead eyes toward her, the pupils growing. Nipples hardened, nostrils flared. A flush began to creep over their features, and the game they were playing was instantly forgotten.

"S-sorry," the reporter **** a smile...but couldn't stop stroking her clit. "M-my name's Lois Lane, I'm a reporter with the Daily Planet. I came...that is, I'm here to..."

All four of the women moved. There was something wrong in how they moved. Lois smelled...something. A rich reek, musky and feminine. The women were sniffing, snuffling, their eyes great black saucers with almost no iris at all. A look that Lois had only ever seen on **** addicts in the midst of a high...but they had all been normal, until a moment ago.

Instinctively, Lois took a step back...and then they were on her.

Maybe the naked reporter could have fought them, if she'd been able to pry her hand off her monstrously mutated clit. Or if they hadn't closed in on her like a pack of wolves, bearing her down with the weight of numbers. In half a heartbeat, Lois Lane was on her back, her hand pried away from her clit...and then something else slipped onto it.