Chapter 19 by Zeebop

Who Does The Voice In Her Head Belong To?

Deadman

The reporter recognized the voice of Boston Brand, the Deadman.

She breathed a little easier. Even with the painful pressure on her gut, even with the tube stuffed down her throat and ten gallons of jizz on its way, Lois knew that help was on the way. All she had to do was hang on as long as she could.

Angelica Blaze walked toward her. She laid her hands on the reporter's knees and stared deep into Lois Lane's eyes, as though she could stare right down into her soul.

"You still have a sense of self-preservation," the dickgirl said. "You know your stomach can't handle all that. You'll either burst...or your hand will tire. Either way, you will give in. Then that jizz will be pumped up into your cunt...and you know what that means."

A wicked smile crossed Blaze's face.

"I'll give you one chance. Blink twice...and I'll use my magic to make your stomach elastic. You'll be able to take all of that ten gallons of cum down your gullet. Blink once...and I'll let you suffer on your own. No help."

Lois Lane froze, trying not to blink. She was playing for time, and every second was precious. The reporter wasn't sure what help Deadman had mustered or when it would get here...and there was something to what Blaze said. The bound woman's heart began to race as she thought about the offer.

Pregnancy or dark magic...hell of a choice! Lois felt her eyes itch, harder and hard to hold them open. In a moment she would have to blink...but would she blink once or twice?