Reluctantly

Lois Lane drew her mouth into a firm line. She knew she should refuse. But she had come down here on the promise of kinky sexy times, and had been mentally preparing herself to get fucked. Trying to pitch a fit now and refusing to cooperate could just end up with her trapped in this room without any hope of escape. No, better to play along and work toward her release...and maybe the truth of what happened to the missing women.

So the reporter pulled on the drawstrings, undoing the knots that held her black lace panties in place. Opened her legs to let them flutter to the ground. Sauntered over to the far wall, very conscious of the little green lights that indicated the cameras were on and filming.

Back to the glass partition. She bent her knees, lining her pussy up with the hole, which she eventually felt as bare air on her exposed pussy. Hands on her knees, Lois waited impatiently.

"You're in a locked room," Blaze's voice came out from the speakers. "To get out, you need a key. Do you want it?"

"Yes," Lois said, trying her best to keep the irritation out of her voice. "Please."

Something burning cold touched the reporter's netherlips. She hissed in sudden shock and twisted away from the wall. Her hand dipped to her bare pussy, feeling the cold spot on her lips, the slight wetness there which didn't come from her own juices. Blushed to think that her reaction had just been recorded.

A large phallus, perhaps seven inches long and nearly two inches wide, was sliding out through the hole. In the middle of it, Lois could see suspended a bright blue plastic key.

"The key is fragile." Blaze's voice boomed. "If it's icy prison is broken, the key will break as well. You will have to remove it...gently."

"Wonderful," Lois muttered. Her mind was already working through the ramifications of the puzzle. There was an obvious solution, of course, and no doubt that was what Blaze wanted...and Lois wasn't sure she could think of any other way, if the key was as fragile as she said.