He held back the next men in line and reaching over the bed, cut her bonds.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Lois rolled her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he commanded to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Squint directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a busy intersection
Lois felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing into the now dripping slit in her crotch. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying the long thin instrument deep up her crevice, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into Lois's gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on the bed in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice like between his strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into her face viciously, like it was a second delicious cunt. Lois gagged, as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the out-stroke.
"Oh God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but a great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited men
incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again.
She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again until more of the hot sticky fluid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again.
She sucked voraciously at the cock in her mouth her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel thrusts. She had never tasted a cock before and she explored its every pore. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the gland on the end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her body in great torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hair-covered lips into the matted hair of his belly.
His balls pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth
to the hilt. It too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her and his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin narrow sticky strings of cum hung from her lips connected still to the deflated cock several inches away.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed on the bed as the cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
Time, after that, became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different cocks, fucking her as they would and where they would. Lois was beyond emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm to several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will but her strength was gone and she followed mechanically the directions Squint would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her limbs to comply with his shouts.
Many long hours later, the room was finally emptied and she fell into a deep exhausted sleep on the soiled sticky mattress that was was the beginning of her lifetime quest for hard, thrusting cocks.
Superman's distress was great as he flew toward earth. He had witnessed every detail of Lois' debauchery with his instantaneous telescopic-x/ray vision. As his powers returned, he picked up speed and was now actually doing five times the speed of light. However, he knew that at this distance from earth he would have to move much faster to reach earth in time to prevent the total corruption of his love Lois. He calculated that, at the rate he was gaining speed, he would not arrive for at least another ten hours, by which time the very worst could happen to her.
Superman knew that the only thing he could do was send a telepathic message to his faithful guard at the fortress of solitude, the only other sentient being he knew that had super powers and the loyalty to put them to use in the service of good.
He sent the message, just as he was passing a red sun, whose radiation, very unfortunately, had the property of distorting telepathic messages, and in another lamentable instance of miscalculation and disruption of Superman's intentions. Superman's friend at the Fortress of Solitude received the message and paused, completely confused, yes after the briefest of hesitations, he flew into the blue, too faithful and true ever to disobey even the most bizarre command from his Master. Within two minutes he had traveled thousands of miles to Metropolis and was circling over the harbor, his own x-ray vision searching for Lois.
Lois had risen from the bed, changed the sheets, and showered herself thoroughly, trying hard to expunge the feeling of dirtiness from her flesh, douching her pussy until she was sure that the vile seed of all those horrible men had been rinsed from her tender pussy. Physically, she felt clean, yet she knew that the memory would never leave her. Her pussy would remember their hard, thrusting cocks every time she saw any man, and she knew that that newly-awakened love channel between her perfect thighs would always want one more fucking shaft inside it.
She knew that Lex Luthor had gone out with his cronies to find another gang to men to make use of her body, and she knew that she would have to fight them to avoid another episode like the last. She had tied the sheer robe around her and with her feet in the satin slippers she had been given, was eyeing, longingly, the skylight above her. If she could get through that skylight and out on the roof, she might stand some chance of escaping, or at least of casting herself over the side and end her life, so that she should not be forced endure Luthor's evil treatment again.
Lois, with great difficulty and much sweaty effort, managed to move the heavy armoire away from the concrete-based wall and under the skylight. She saw that, if she could succeed in balancing the dressing table chair on the armoire and standing on it, her fingers, with a good long stretch, might reach the latch. Then, if she could find the strength, she could pull herself up into the free, fresh air. How she longed for that freedom.