Revolt

Outside of the simulation for a moment, Lois felt the tube **** between her teeth. Lips fastened on it automatically, cold salty fluid flowed into her mouth and Lois swallowed and swallowed, sucking desperately...but she was awake and thinking.

They're training me, she realized. Training me to...fuck? Why? I have to get out of here.

Fortunately, this wasn't the reporter's first ride on this sort of rodeo. Her arms and legs weren't actively restrained, not securely. They were counting on her being exhausted (which she was) and compliant (which she wasn't). As she sucked down the electrolyte-refresher, the reporter carefully flexed her muscles, testing the limits of the devices holding her.

It wasn't a matter of if she would escape, but when. Lois sucked greedily at the tube, **** to replenish her fluids. The last thing she remembered hearing was "Stage Three"—and Lois wasn't going to sit here and wait for that to start. All she needed was a little opening...just the slightest one...

Lois Lane went limp, completely boneless in the chair. She had known a magician that had taught her a couple tricks about playing dead...lowering her heart rate...making her vitals fall almost to the point of ****...very superficial, but if she put on a good show.

Somewhere, an alarm blared. The reporter heard the sound of running feet, the opening of a door. The helmet lifted off of her...and Lois jerked forward, felt the crunch of cartilage and a stinging pain across her forehead.

Her arms slipped free and she planted a couple good hits into a soft belly as whoever had taken the helmet off went down. Then Lois opened her eyes, squinting against the bright light.

Two women, dressed as hospital orderlies, in apparent shock. Another was on the floor, hands to her bloody face. The reporter roared and moved, tearing herself free.

Her swinging cock whipped a blob of splooge in the eyes of the nearest as Lois ripped her legs off the chair, a bit of luck she took advantage of by focusing on the last nurse standing. The reporter's knuckles cracked against her skull, her heel ground into the woman's instep, and as she went down Lois was already moving. The path to the door was free and clear, and Lois booked it...

...but an obstacle stepped in her way.