A Turkey Baster

Steam rose from the opened roller bag. Lois Lane's brows furrowed. Is she carrying dry ice? Why?

Angelica put on a pair of latex gloves and carefully lifted out a plastic specimen jar from suitcase. Lois swallowed as she saw the liquid grey-white goo inside of it. The naked woman placed the cup right on the bedside. It looked...very familiar.

The other thing that Blaze took out of the suitcase was a turkey baster. Not one of those plastic models, but a long, slender glass tube with a dull golden rubber bulb. She carried it into the kitchen, and though Lois couldn't see what was going on, she heard cabinets open, pots clang, water filling a vessel, the clang of glass on steel, and then the click-click-click-fwoosh of the gas stovetop.

The woman returned, smiling that secret smile.

"Ten minutes," she said. "I want to make sure it's sterilized and warm, before I inseminate you. Until then, we can enjoy ourselves..."

She sat on the bed, next to the bound reporter. Lois looked back and forth from Angelica to the cup.

"What...is that?" Lois asked, indicating the cup with a nod of her head.

"Semen, of course," Angelica bent down and kissed one of Lois Lane's nipples. The reporter shivered as the woman's mouth sucked gently on her sensitive breasts.

"Are you really going to use a turkey baster to impregnate me?" Lois said.

Angelica released the nipple, a line of saliva drooling from her mouth as she smiled.

"Unless you tell me to stop. This is a challenge, my dear. To find out your limits," a gloved finger trailed up Lois Lane's slit. "How far are you willing to let me go? How far do you dare let me pleasure you?"

Lois shook, body wanting to squirm beneath the caresses.

"But...why are you carrying semen?" She asked.

"Maybe it's so I can knock up naughty lesbian cunts," Angelica said, using two fingers to spread her lips. Her other hand began to grope the reporter's breasts, squeezing and pulling, teasing the nipples until they were bright red and erect.

The words teased the reporter as much as Angelica Blaze's hands. Lois could feel the frisson of danger, the slight sense of panic that was setting in. Is this all part of the game, or is she really going to impregnate me? The reporter couldn't tell, and that in itself was exciting her to a degree she had scarcely considered possible.

In the kitchen, the timer was ticking away, the glass turkey baster boiling.