Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Where Does Lois End Up?

The Milking Room

The dumb waiter came to a halt. The door slid open. Hands grabbed the box containing Lois Lane, began to shift her out.

"Damn, this is heavy. Did she send down a full box by mistake?"

A woman's voice.

The world went sideways, and the reporter spilled out of the box, rolling with the fall, coming up on her knees.

Two naked women stood there, staring down at Lois. They were naked, and Lois recognized them. Jenny Dunlap and Diana Reynolds. Two of the missing women. Quickly, the reporter scanned the room.

It was small, probably some sort of workshop originally, with a large sink at one end and drains in the floor. Overhead lighting were old, flickering fluorescents. There was an open doorway through which Lois could see a toilet, and some piled mattresses in one corner. A single exit, big heavy door, currently locked and barred from the inside. At the sink, Tonya Wong was rinsing out bottles, setting them nearby to dry. There were boxes of bottles, most empty, some filled and waiting to go out.

Yet what caught Lois Lane's attention was the milking operation.

Four men were on their knees in stocks along the far wall. Blindfolded, gagged. In front of their erect cocks were great blue funnels, leading down to the now-familiar bottles. Mara de la Cruz was standing behind one, stroking him off.

Lois blinked. Wait, that wasn't right. Those weren't men...

...and the missing "women" weren't women.

The figures in stocks had, now that Lois could see them, very definite breasts dangling down, and their hips were too wide, waists too narrow, faces just undefinably feminine...but they had jutting cocks and dangling testicles, hairless but very clear.

The missing women that Lois had come to find all had dicks as well. Lois could see them now, small pricks over tiny testicles between their legs, little more than micropenises, but very definitely there.

"Uh...hi." Lois Lane said at last as she stood up, four pairs of eyes focused on her. She could see the blindfolded dickgirls in the stocks turn to the sound of her voice as well. Reporter instincts kicked in. "I'm Lois Lane. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. And I have some questions for you..."