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Chapter 15 by Zeebop Zeebop

What plan does the Black woman have for Lois Lane now?

Show Her Off To Her Lady Friends

"Girl? I just got a new dog. You have to come see her. Right now. Bring some wine. That's right..."

Lois Lane looked up. The Black woman was on the phone. The reporter's fingers hooked through the bars of her cage, her head pressed against the ceiling, knees bent up so that she could squeeze the dildo inside of her...and with the knot inside of her, and without the cage door open, Lois wasn't sure she could get off of it, even if she wanted to.

It was such a strange sensation, sort of claustrophobic yet at the same time she could see perfectly outside the bounds of her prison. Her violet eyes shifted to the latch on the door, hoping to at least be able to escape if she needed to...and felt her heart leap into her throat as she saw the padlock that secured the latch. Not something she could just **** open.

Trapped...and the older woman kept making calls on her phone, dreads swinging, ignoring the naked white woman trapped in her living room. Normally, Lois Lane would have said something...tried to escape...or at least told the woman to let her out. Yet the reporter did none of those things...and as Lois sat there, uncomfortably full, naked and alone, she tried to figure out why.

She ran her mind back through the evening. Ever since she had first had that drink, Lois felt like things hadn't gone right. As though she hadn't quite been herself.

Is that it? Lois wondered. Was I ****, maybe? Is all of this really happening? Do I really want to be treated like a dog and shown off, or is someone just screwing with my head?

Then the doorbell rang...and the taxi driver went to answer it. Lois tested the walls of her cage. The bars were thin steel, appropriate enough for a large dog, arranged in six "plates" that were held together with hooked rods. She thought, however, that if push came to shove she could work the rods out and make her way out of the cage, padlock or no padlock...although it would be tricky with her pussy plugged like this, and impossible to do sight unseen.

Then the ladies filtered into the room...and a creeping blush came over Lois Lane's face as she felt a new emotion.

How does Lois feel?

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