Black Ooze

Lois Lane stared down at her foot. The trickle from the broken bottle in her pussy was seeping out from the bottom of her tight pants, out onto the pale flesh of her foot. She had been expecting the white XXX she had seen in the bottle...or maybe even a bright trail of blood. Instead, the drop tracing a warm line down the back of her foot was blood, thick as crude oil...and it seemed to drink in the light.

The elevator opened. The reporter swallowed and stepped forward. She was only a few steps from her door. Once inside, she could take off her pants and survey the damage.

Black, she wondered, curiosity running wild. Why black? It couldn't be sepsis, there hasn't been enough time for infection to set in. Maybe some sort of chemical reaction with the air? I've never heard of cum doing that, but...maybe XXX isn't regular jizz...

The broken glass scraped against itself in the reporter's crotch, and she did her best to keep her pussy loose, afraid of cutting herself if she squeezed. Surprisingly, as Lois came to her door the pain in her vagina was entirely gone. That in itself was worrying.

Lois kicked off her shoes in the doorway and proceeded straight to the bathroom, leaving a trail of little black spots on the kitchen floor.

In the bathroom, the reporter took a deep breath and, with latex gloves on, carefully began to peel off her pants. Difficult enough under the best of circumstances, Lois had never tried it with a cunt full of broken glass and an asshole stuffed with hash. The worst part was that Lois could feel the glass edges grind against each other, and even poke into her insides, but there was no pain...no pain at all. That almost worried her more than anything else.

Finally, she got the pants off.

Her pussy was black. Not brown or dark, but the labia itself was coal-black, right up to her clitoris and extended slightly to the skin on either side, as though she had dipped her whole cunt in India ink. Lois gingerly began to extract the broken bits of bottle from her pussy, depositing them in the sink. The insides were all coated with the viscous black goo, as were her pants and panties. The bottle had broken into two major pieces, jagged shards scraping against the inside of her lips...but Lois didn't feel any pain, or see any blood. In fact, it was all she could do to suppress an erotic shiver.

The smell was...off. Not unpleasant, but there was something sickly-sweet about it that rankled the nose slightly, yet had her sniffing again a moment later.

She sat down at the toilet, carefully pulling her labia aside. Lois felt carefully inside, searching for any shards, big or small...and found them, grimacing slightly as the sharp edges punctured her gloves and stabbed her fingers, just not her pussy. That only felt...good. Piece by piece, Lois tossed into the sink, until she couldn't sense any more near the entrance of her vagina.

But what about deeper inside? Lois wondered.