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Lois Lane watched as the blonde woman maneuvered her face—the fake lips of the pussy—onto the man's dripping cock. She couldn't see the mouth and tongue working, but the action of the muscles along the jaw were clearly visible through the skin. Within a few moments, the man pulled his cock out, and it was slimy and hard...and then he gripped her head in both hands and slammed it back in.

The reporter watched in mute horror as he humped Diana Reynold's face. The man was rough, uncaring, thrusting his prick in and out of the mouth-pussy at his own pace, a thin stream of drool leaking out around the edges, down her chin, splashing on the floor...

"You see? She loves it." Maria whispered.

Lois blinked, and she saw the scene as though for the first time. The naked woman chained to the toilets, pussy dripping, nipples hard. Face bobbing eagerly on the cock, meeting his thrusts, balls slamming into her chin, and then he held her close...the reporter heard him grunt as he ejaculated, and saw the blonde's throat work, swallowing the salty load, the pupils in the eyes wide and elated at being so used.

"Do you think you might ever like to try something like that?" Maria asked. "Just...let someone use you? To let it all go? To feel his appreciation, sliding down your throat?"

The reporter swallowed. "No."

The protest was weaker than it should have been, Lois knew.

"The others." The reporter said suddenly. "They're here, right?"

"Yes."

"Like her?"

"No. This was...she wanted this one. The others are doing their own thing. The owner, she found a place for them. That's why they're here."

Lois paused. The owner. Whoever he or she was, they were at the center of this. If Diana Reynolds was being manipulated in some way...but maybe it would be better to see the other women first, gauge how they were doing.

"Show me..." the reporter started.