The Pens

Maria led Lois through a maintenance door in the bathroom—which, drunk and high as she was, she noticed was newer and sturdier than the rest of the fixtures, and had a biometic keypad. The barmaid laid her palm flat against the electronic rectangle next to the door, and the bolts unlocked with a heavy thunk. Naked as she was, the reporter stayed behind Maria, and kept at least three fingers in her cunt. It was awkward, but she didn't want to take any chances of the barmaid suddenly getting ideas.

They hobbled along a back corridor; doors led off to offices, storage closets, a breakroom. A large man with a bald head, black glasses, and an earpiece stood in front of a door at the end of it, a heavy pistol visible in a shoulder holster—the lack of concealment alone let Lois know they were close to something big.

"What the fuck is this?" he rumbled.

Lois raised her right arm, and Maria came with it, shrieking as her whole body weight rested on the hand between her legs. The goon should have pulled his gun, but the sudden slam of titties in his face distracted him—at least long enough for Lois to drive her knee into his crotch, driving his testicles up to about where his kidneys should be.

Terry crumpled, clutching his balls, and Lois let Mercy back down on her feet—though she didn't remove her fingers, and could feel the barmaid get wet again.

"Which way?" Lois asked. "Where are the women?"

Maria pointed, not at the door Terry had been guarding, but down the hallway to the fire door and the stairs.

The stairs proved too difficult for the fingering situation; Lois threw the barmaid over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and took the stairs two at a time. She marveled at the way her muscles felt, the cool air on her naked skin. Whether it was the venom or the **** or both, she didn't care who saw her right then, felt almost invincible and strong...a bit, she imagined, like Superman must feel all the time.

The door at the bottom of the stairs had another biometric keypad. Maria, still hanging off the reporter's shoulders, bit her lip as she tapped in a code, and the door thunked as it opened. Lois stepped through...and was immediately hit by the human stench she had so recognized from prison interviews.

There were cages. Five of them. Four were occupied. The things in the cages were...they had been human. Once. Lois was sure of that.

"That's far enough, Lane." A familiar voice said from behind her.