Lois Lane Plays The Game

"Okay," Lois Lane announced out loud. "I'll play your game."

"Oh, very good, dearie," the old woman's voice came through the speakers. The lights shifted patterns, and Lois blinked as they began to flash. It left pink afterimages on her vision. "You have ten seconds to remove your clothes. If you do, you earn ten points! Ready?"

Lois frowned and blinked. She squinted against the light.

"Wait? What?"

"Begin!" The voice boomed pleasantly. "Ten...nine..."

There was no time to waste. The reporter had already half-stripped to flash the guard. She tore off her jacket and kicked off her heels. The tight red pants and panties were more difficult—it had taken Lois an effort to squeeze into them—but the reporter hooked her thumbs into the wasteband and yanked them down to her knees.

It wasn't until a moment later that Lois realized that there must be cameras in the room, to see if she complied. That some of those flashing lights might be the flash of photographs being taken. Yet before the voice got to three, the reporter stood naked, one hand demurely covering her carefully-trimmed bush.

"...three—oh, very good dear! Well done! Ten points," the granny on the screen beamed. A big glowing pink 10 appeared on the screen, and settled into the upper right corner, where it remained. "Oh, but you've left such a mess! Why don't you put your clothes away?"

A small black slot, barely big enough to get the reporter's hand through, opened in the wall.

"Do I get points for that too?" Lois asked aloud...but when she got no answer, she picked up her clothes, even her shoes, and fed them through the slot.

Which just left her and the **** guard. The flashing lights that were giving her a headache, and the demented old woman on screen.

And behind that, Lois Lane thought. Someone who likes to play games with people like they were toys.

The Toyman giggled as he ogled the naked reporter. All so childishly simple...but as much as he appreciated the reporter's clean, strong limbs, the soft swell of her small breasts, the pout of her lips, the Toyman liked even more that the reporter had begun to be effected by the hypnotics in the room. Just enough to make her suggestible, to lower her inhibitions...but what she did was all on her.

Of course, the question was, what to make Lois Lane do next...