Lois Lane in: Of Gals and Dolls

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Lois Lane had always expected a career in journalism to take her to strange and unusual places that, otherwise, she would never have had the chance to, or even have thought, to visit. 

Not once had it ever crossed the young woman’s mind that one such place would be, of all things, an S&M Club. To say it was outside the young woman’s normal purview was an understatement. While Lois didn’t have anything against the practice of BDSM, it simply wasn’t her scene. Yet, here she was, standing outside of Metropolisis’s newest S&M Club, wearing clothes that didn’t belong to her. The owner of the clothes was Cat Grant, Lois’s senior at the Daily Planet. Lois was admittedly surprised that the older woman had anything that fit her considering their difference in size, but she wasn’t complaining. The outfit consisted of a white latex dress that covered her chest and had a slit along the right leg, a pair of matching white heels, and finally a white domino mask. The whole reason for borrowing an outfit was simple: Lois did not want to be recognized. She was here on work, and if she was recognized as one of the Daily Planet’s up-and-coming new reporters it would jeopardize everything. 

Lois also didn’t want anyone who might know her to recognize her, however slim a possibility that was. Admittedly she wasn’t entirely sure how effective a simple domino mask would be, but Cat had insisted it worked perfectly in Gotham.

Now, why was it exactly that Lois Lane was outside of an S&M Club? Well, that was because Lois was looking for Siobhan McDougal, aka Silver Banshee of Intergang. The criminal group had escaped from Task Force X’s custody and had since laid low, but there were rumors starting to spread about Siobhan, rumors that she had ordered Intergang to split up post-escape and then reunite at a safehouse, but never arrived. While it was entirely possible she had been re-captured by Task Force X, Lois was aware of other rumors about a woman named Francis 'Fran' Dulmacher. Fran was a frequent face in the Metropolis BDSM scene, and in recent weeks she’d been seen frequenting this very establishment with a woman who matched Siobhan’s description. Now, it was possible that Siobhan had up and abandoned her criminal life to begin a new one, Lois very much doubted that. The members of Intergang were incredibly loyal to one another and Lois simply couldn’t imagine one of them just up and leaving the group without any warning. Not only that, but it was Cat Grant, her fellow Daily Planet reporter, who Lois had heard these rumors from, giving them much credibility in the young woman’s eyes. Something was fishy, and Lois very much intended to get to the bottom of it. 

Thus, steeling herself, Lois made her way into the club. She’d taken the time to do some research to prepare herself for what she might see, but still she was taken aback as she entered and saw for herself what was inside. Men and women filled the club, as expected, but Lois was given pause by the sight of all present being clad in skin-tight and very shiny latex of varying colors and coverage. Everyone was wearing some article of latex, ranging from latex versions of casual clothing to full on gimp suits, with some even dressed up as and acting like latex animals. Some were moving about freely, others bound and gagged in some manner. There were different types of restraints (including sawhorses, crosses, shackles, and more that Lois couldn’t name) scattered throughout the club, which otherwise looked like a normal establishment. A stage was across from the entrance, and right now there was a woman clad in a cat-themed purple latex bodysuit with black boots and gloves in the process of dominating a smaller woman covered from head to toe in black latex, with pointed ears on her hood and a yellow symbol on her chest that almost looked like a bat. 

Overall, the club was exactly what Lois had expected based on the photos and videos she’d seen online, which is what had made Lois stop in her tracks upon entering. She’d honestly assumed the stuff she’d seen online was all an exaggeration, but no, it appeared as though it was all accurate. It also appeared to Lois that she was underdressed. She’d not told Cat what she needed the outfit for, just that she needed it to be latex, and she wasn’t sure if Cat would have been able to provide a more appropriate outfit even if she had told the truth. The casualness of the outfit made Lois stick out, and it briefly crossed her mind to silently walk backwards and out and leave this to someone else. Surely somebody at the Daily Planet would be willing to set aside his or her dignity and follow up this lead? Again though, this was only a brief thought. Lois Lane was many things and chief among them was dedicated. Once she had decided to follow a story, nothing short of death would stop her, and this was no exception.

Further strengthening Lois’s resolve as she took in the sights of the club was the presence of the particular patron that Lois had come here looking for. Seated at a table off in the corner of the main floor was Fran Dulmacher herself. Once she saw her target, any chance of Lois backing out went out the window. She promptly made her way deeper into the club, hoping to get close enough to Fran to trail her or preferably simply confront her outright, and as she went deeper she couldn’t help but pay attention to the patrons. A blush appeared on Lois’s face as she got a good look, whether she wanted it or not, at the kinky outfits of the various patrons. Her attention was especially drawn to the outfits with the most latex coverage. She couldn’t help but wonder what some of the restraints felt like, how it must feel to be totally helpless and reliant on another, to give yourself up so completely and utterly. 

‘No no, focus,’ Lois told herself, forcing her gaze away from a pair of women, one of whom was acting as a human footrest, only to find her gaze then settled upon a bound man with a large spherical bulge with a lock pattern on it at his crotch. No matter how hard she tried or how many times she redirected her gaze, it constantly settled upon something kinky. With each and every sight she took in, something became increasingly clear to Lois.

She was getting turned on.

Lois couldn’t deny it. The sight of these men and women clad in latex, and especially the sight of those clad in latex AND bound, was arousing her. She’d felt this during her research, but she’d been able to deny it then. Now, exposed to the real deal, it was much harder to make such a denial. Without even realizing it Lois took her sweet time walking through the club, taking in all the sights before she finally arrived at Fran Dulmacher’s table. The blue-eyed and fair-skinned woman with shoulder-length brunette hair and subject of Lois’s investigation didn’t pay any mind to the new arrival, her attention focused on the stage and the two women on it, and Lois’s attention was quickly drawn to the fact that Fran wasn’t alone. 

A woman was seated upon Fran’s lap, her head resting on the woman's shoulders and her overall body language completely and utterly submissive. The woman had long silver hair tied into a pair of pigtails. She was clad in a pink latex ballerina outfit consisting of thigh high light pink ballet boots over a catsuit that’s a regular shade of pink. The shoulders of the suit were puffed up, there was a pink skirt that reached only halfway down her thighs, a pair of elbow length light pink latex gloves, and concluding the outfit was a rubbery white mask that covered the woman’s face with a smile printed upon it. Overall the outfit, coupled with how Fran held her, gave the woman the appearance of a doll. 

However, despite the woman’s body being almost totally covered, Lois still recognized her as the missing Siobhan McDougal. It was most certainly not the state Lois had expected to find her in (though in all honesty her expectation was merely that Siobhan wouldn’t be wearing her Silver Banshee gear) but undeniably her. The mask hugged her face so tightly that Lois could see every little detail that matched with Siobhan, which meant it was either Siobhan or someone had gone through the trouble of making a mask that looked identical to her, the former being much more likely.

 What was also undeniable is that Lois felt just a little jealous looking at her. While she knew the circumstances for Siobhan ending up in this predicament were likely questionable at best, she also couldn’t help but admire the outfit and how it showed off every detail of Siohhan’s body.

‘Focus Lois! Focus!’ Lois told herself as she shook her head, snapping herself back to reality as she opened her mouth, ready to question Fran. Just as quickly though she cloves it as she saw Fran’s hand beginning to drift down towards Siobhan’s crotch. Lois stayed silent as Fran’s hand disappeared under Siobhan’s skirt, but based on how Siobhan had begun to squirm and softly moan, coupled with how Fran’s wrist was moving, it was pretty clear to Lois what was happening. Lois couldn’t believe it though. Even if this was an S&M Club, she couldn’t imagine being so bold as to finger another woman in public. Yet, despite the intimacy of the act, Lois couldn’t look away. She stood there and watched as Fran’s wrist movements sped up and Siobhan began to squirm and whimper more and more. The twinge of jealousy she felt grew more intense as she watched Fran finger Siobhan. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if she and Siobhan were to swap places.

 Lois could hear the moans of the bound bat-woman on the stage growing louder and louder at the same time, the acts on and off stage seemingly in perfect unison until, from behind Lois and on the stage, she heard the loudest moan she’d ever heard in her entire life. Fran, who had already been smiling the entire time, began to grin widely as she slowly pulled her hand away from Siobhan’s crotch, ignoring muffled pleas from the rubber-clad woman as she did so. A part of Lois was relieved that the display had concluded, but another part of her yearned for it to continue, and that same part was well aware that she had begun to grow wet from watching.

“Hush,” Fran said into Siobhan’s ear, her voice and husky yet still loud enough for Lois to hear. “You had your chance. If you wanted it so bad, you should have been faster,” she purred as Siobhan let out a defeated whimper in response. Suddenly Fran’s gaze shifted away from her plaything over to Lois, making the tan-skinned woman step back in surprise. 

“Well hello there,” Fran said with a smile that somehow struck Lois as both inviting and threatening, like that of a predator trying to lure in prey. “It’s not often I see a new face here. Usually new faces cover up in some way. Very bold of you.”

“I don’t need to cover up my best features,” Lois said with a slightly forced grin as she steeled herself, trying to push the thoughts of what she had just witnessed out of her mind and focus as best she could on the task at hand, which was investigating Fran and not focusing on the sexiness surrounding her. The flirtatious words that escaped her lips made her scream internally. She’d never say that under any other circumstance, but if it got her closer to the truth, it was worth it. 

“Very bold indeed,” Fran purred, her smile widening into an amused grin. “I like you,” she said as she raised a finger in the air. On cue a rubber-clad waitress appeared, almost her entire body obscured by the shiny material, with the sole exceptions of her eyes and mouth, carrying a tray of drinks. “Care for a drink?” Fran asked as she took a glass of red wine off of the tray.

“How could I refuse?” Lois responded, her grin a bit more natural now as Fran handed her a glass. Normally Lois wouldn’t drink on the job, but if it meant getting closer to Fran, she was willing to do it. Besides, a sip of wine wouldn’t hurt her, would it?

“That’s the spirit,” Fran said, raising her glass in a toast, with Lois mimicking the action, before taking a sip of her drink. It tasted sweet, a bit sweeter than the wines Lois had had before, but not to an alarming degree. “I must say, I am happy you chose not to cover up. You have a beautiful face,” the brunette said as Lois took another sip, and then another. She couldn’t help herself. The wine was so sweet it was impossible for her to stop or for her to realize that her vision was starting to blur ever so slightly and her head was feeling lighter and lighter…

When Lois Lane woke up she was not in the middle of the S&M Club. For all she knew she was still in it, but she was definitely not where she last remembered being. She was on a bed, with rope wrapped around her wrists and ankles and lashed to the posts of the bed, forcing Lois to spread her arms and legs in an X shape. Leather mittens encased Lois’s hands, rendering her digits useless and ensuring that she wouldn’t be able to even try to undo the knots in the ropes and free herself. The bondage, however unwilling it was, was not the worst part.

The worst part was that Lois Lane was naked. Every article of her clothing, including her bra and panties, had been stripped away, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. 

Lois didn’t have much time to focus on that though as she promptly noticed she wasn’t alone. Seated at the foot of the bed was Fran and Siobhan, both of them seated on opposite sides, though Siobhan’s body language remained incredibly submissive. Lois could also now get a good look at how Fran was dressed. The catsuit she wore made her look like a kinky nurse, with it mostly being a light shade of blue, with white gloves and high-heeled boots on her hands and feet and the area of the suit from her neck, down her chest, and finishing at her crotch totally white. There were also red crosses on her chest, shoulders, and thighs, completing the medical look the suit gave.

“Nice of you to join us Miss Lane,” Fran said, a sentence that made Lois gulp. So her disguise had been a failure. Fran both knew who she was and recognized her. She’d obviously drugged Lois’s wine, knocking her out and dragging her wherever here was. 

‘Probably paid off the club staff to do it. If they’re not in on it,’ Lois thought to herself as the initial expression of surprise that had appeared on her face upon awakening gave way to a sterner expression, the young Korean-American woman putting on what she called her game face. Yes, this was bad, but Lois had faced down worse. Compared to the likes of Parasite, Fran was nothing.

“Alright, so what’s the story?” Lois asked. “Everyone knows this is when the bad guy, or gal in your case, starts to spill their guts about what their evil scheme is and what a tragic backstory they have.”

“Oh no, no tragic backstory Miss Lane,” Fran said. “I had a perfectly happy childhood and my life is overall good. My motivation is fun, pure and simple,” from the woman’s tone and expression, Lois could tell she was being sincere. 

“Okay then… So why abduct Silver Banshee?”

“One thing led to another there,” Fran said, her lips curling into a grin as she spoke. “I had some competitors, I wanted said competitors gone, and so I hired Siobhan here to wreck their stuff for me. She was very eager to earn some money after her prison break. Unfortunately for her I couldn’t run the risk of having anyone find out what I’d done, so I used this little toy on her,” with that Fran took out a flat metal circle, holding it up for Lois to see. It looked like nothing special, but Lois had learned that things were not always what they seemed, and that that circle most likely had some special property to it.

“This was an invention of mine back when I worked for ARGUS that I kept after I switched to the private sector,” Fran began to explain. “Built from salvaged alien technology, it was supposed to be a sealant. Nanobots spread out once this is applied, forming a perfect rubbery seal. It was intended to be used for quick field repairs of military equipment. That’s one half of it at least. The other half was a device known as “the Black Mercy” which from what the boys in the lab gathered was used to manipulate the wearer. I decided I’d take a chance on merging these two together, and I found it to be excellent for getting people to do what I want them to do.”

“Unfortunately I wasn’t quite able to mimic the Black Mercy proper, meaning I need to rely on additional means of weakening someones will enough for it to take hold. Thankfully though that’s just a minor annoyance,” the explanation was a lot for Lois to take in, but she managed to absorb most of it. The most important parts at least. 

“So you brainwashed her,” Lois said. “You hired Silver Banshee to take out your competition, and then you brainwashed her into being your sex slave?” 

“Correct,” Fran said. “Truthfully though the original intention wasn’t to make her my sex slave, it just worked out this way,” Lois raised an eyebrow in response, and Fran continued. “In order to gain control of someone's mind, the nanobots need to overload it. There are several ways to do this, but I found that overloading someone with pure sexual pleasure with the quickest and easiest method. Not to mention the funnest for me,” she added as she reached over and began to grope Siobhan’s breast, making the grey-haired woman moan in pleasure. 

Again Lois’s expression changed, this time fear creeping onto her face. Fran was insane, but not the usual brand of insanity Lois had grown accustomed to dealing with. The insanity Fran displayed was sexual, and that alarmed Lois.

Well, alarmed and aroused. Lois certainly didn’t admit it, but she was getting very aroused by this experience, and it was impossible to deny it. Her pussy was wet, visibly wet, and Fran took note of that. 

“My my, is the reporter getting turned on by her scoop?” Fran asked, her grin widening as she looked down at Lois’s crotch, licking her lips as she did so. “It looks as though we’ll be having lots of fun together~” she declared as she produced a rubber dildo, the sight of which made Lois’s eyes widen. The young woman opened her mouth, intent on protesting, only to give Fran the perfect opportunity to shove the dildo, not into Lois’s wet womanhood, but instead into her now open mouth. Fran took her time, almost teasing Lois with how slow the process was, taking great joy in making her bound victim cough and sputter uncontrollably. By the time the dildo was pushed in as much as possible Lois’s eyes were tear-filled. She wasn’t crying, not yet, but the tears threatened to spill out at any moment.

“By the way,” Fran said as she waved the metal circle in her hand. “This is just an old prototype. The real deal is even smaller and can be hidden in damn near any object. Any object including something like a dildo,” on que the base of the dildo began to open up. Lois looked on (as much as she could given where it was positioned) as the nanobots began to pour out of the newly opened end. It didn’t even take half a minute for the nanobots to spread out across Lois’s face, totally covering it in the same white rubber mask that hid Siobhan’s expressions. 

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Fran asked as Lois began to frantically thrash around, trying to break free. There were two small holes for her to breathe through, but that did nothing to alleviate the fear she felt. “The rubber on your skin that is. I do hope you like the feeling, because you’ll be feeling it constantly from now on.” 

“Now then, a new doll like you will need some clothing,” Fran said as she rose off the bed. “Oh doll~” she said as she looked over at Siobhan, who perked up at the attention. “Give your new sister some attention~” 

Immediately Siobhan pounced up Lois. Her hands promptly were drawn towards Lois’s breasts, beginning to knead them like dough and rubbing her crotch against Lois’s as the Korean-American woman struggled beneath her. Her struggles were both out of pleasure and in an attempt to break free. Lois was currently of two minds. She wanted to break free, but she was enjoying herself, and she wasn’t entirely sure, if she were to get out of her restraints, that she would use the opportunity to try and flee or if she would attempt to get even more intimate with both Siobhan and Fran. Moans, muffled by the mask but still very audible, escaped from Lois. All the while Fran stood off to the side, watching Lois squirming and Siobhan playing rather than picking out an outfit for Lois. She’d been through this song and dance before, and she knew how this went. From how Lois was squirming, she knew the young woman was reaching her limit.

Sure enough, as Siobhan continued to grope Lois and rub her rubber-covered body against the bound woman’s nude form, the bound woman couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire body went rigid as she climaxed and she practically screamed into her gag.

“MMH! MMH! MMHHHH!” under the mask, Lois’s eyes threatened to roll back as pleasure, for the moment, overwhelmed her. She’d come to her senses, eventually, but for the moment pleasure was the only thing on her mind….

It was dusk when Lois Lane had entered the S&M Club, and it was the dead of night as she left. She did not leave on her own, and her outfit was completely changed. 

Fran was the first one out the door, and side by side behind her were Siobhan and Lois. The nanobots had severed Lois’s control over her own body, giving it over to Fran and allowing her to do as she pleased. To that end, she had dressed Lois up in an outfit much more fitting for her new position as a slave. Lois’s body was now almost totally covered by purple latex. A dark purple bodysuit, which covered her totally from the neck down, composed the majority of the outfit. Over the bodysuit were thigh high ballet boots and elbow length gloves, both a lighter shade of purple to provide some contrast, with the gloves ending in spheres that rendered Lois’s hands useless and reinforced to the young woman how helpless she was. The final two parts of the outfit were a light purple playboy bunny leotard and a pair of matching bunny ears resting on Lois’s head. Much to Lois’s relief, the white latex mask still covered her face totally, ensuring her identity remained hidden.

Lois’s relief, however, paled in comparison to her embarrassment. Under the mask a heavy blush was on her face as Fran led her and Siobhan down the street. It might be the dead of night, but there were still plenty of people out and about, many of whom stopped and stared at the trio of women. 

‘Please please please don’t stare… Stop her, call for help, anything!’ Lois thought to herself. It was impossible to tell if anyone was actually looking at her thanks to the mask, but she could just tell there were eyes on her. She couldn’t speak clearly thanks to the mask, so all she could do was hope some bystander might notice something was wrong and step in. Fran’s control over her was forcing her to keep moving forwards, but it didn’t stop her body language from showcasing Lois’s embarrassment. Or rather, Fran allowed this, as she found it very amusing. Every so often she turned her gaze back to Lois, grinning at the sight of her.

‘Somebody please look at me and see what’s happening!’ Lois mentally pleaded. ‘Look at me! Look at my shiny body! Look at… wait, what? Why did I think that? Why WOULD I think that?’ under her mask Lois’s eyes widened in alarm at where her thoughts were going. ‘I just want people to look at me so they can see what’s wrong. That’s the only reason,’ Lois told herself. ‘That and I’m such a pretty dolly… no no no! Freedom! Freedom is what I want! I want people to look at me so they can see the freedom Mistress was so kind to take away in order to make me into a good dolly…’

‘No! I’m not… I’m not a reporter…. I’m a good dolly…. I’m a good obedient shiny dolly…’ try as she might Lois couldn’t stop her thoughts. It was impossible. Just as Fran had said, sexual arousal weakened the mind. The latex made Lois horny regardless of the peril she was in, and combined with the orgasm Siobhan had caused, it wasn’t that hard for the nanobots to begin working their magic on her mind. Her thoughts of escape, of resistance, of freedom, and anything else along those lines slowly but surely disappeared, replaced with horny ramblings about how much she loved latex and her mistress. 

‘Yes! Please look at me! Look how pretty I am! Look at how pretty a dolly I am!’ as these thoughts ran through Lois’s head her body language shifted. Any sign of embarrassment left as she instead began to flaunt her body as much as she possibly could while still following along behind Fran. 

Lois Lane was now a good rubber bunny dolly, and she wanted everyone to see that.