At A Gloryhole

Consciousness returned to Lois Lane, along with an ache in her back. She sat forward and stared down at her feet...to see the familiar porcelain lip of a toilet seat, and beyond that her feet crammed into their heels, and the tile of a public bathroom. The reporter raised her head and looked around. It seemed to be a relatively normal bathroom stall...

...except for the hole, about two inches in diameter, that had been drilled through one of the walls, the edges taped down. On the door, someone had written a message.

SLUT TRAINING CENTER

1. ALL COCKS MUST BE SUCKED
2. GOOD SLUTS ARE REWARDED
3. BAD SLUTS ARE PUNISHED

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lois realized exactly what kind of place she had woken up in.

"Don't know how I got here, but I know I'm not saying here," Lois muttered to herself as she heaved onto her feet. One step brought her to touch the door handle.

Stop, a voice said in her head. The reporter froze in her tracks. She knew that voice. It was the same tone had haunted Lois during that dream...vision...whatever it had been, it was still so vivid she could remember every inch of that cock inside of her. Lois took a deep breath and forced her muscles to relax. She wasn't going to get spooked by some unseen voice.

She grabbed the handle and pulled. The door rattled, but did not open. The reporter's frown deepened. Someone had locked the door from the outside. Then she noticed a change...a new line had been added to the message written on the door.

1. ALL COCKS MUST BE SUCKED
2. GOOD SLUTS ARE REWARDED
3. BAD SLUTS ARE PUNISHED
4. BAD SLUTS CANNOT LEAVE

"Fuck," she whispered...and then she heard noises from outside the stall. Masculine voices. Steps coming closer. Instinctively, Lois knelt down to stare through the gloryhole...and was almost blinded in one eye when a brown cock, stiff, hard, covered with a condom, thrust through.

Suck it, the voice said. Or you will never leave.