Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What does Lois have to do?

Don't Think

The words were like a spike driven through Lois Lane's frontal lobes.

Immediately, the reporter's eyes half-drooped, her body eased out of the tension it had been holding, as if she had been on the table at the massage parlor. It is impossible to try not to think, but sometimes Lois had come close to just...living in the moment. On the beach in Spain, soaking up all the Mediterranean heat; at that retreat in Nepal, where she had meditated before a mountain lake; the one time she had dropped acid in an Imax theater which had been programmed to show nothing but static for six hours...

For a moment, Lois just was. The liquid goo sliding down her throat and up her ass. Calories pouring into her body. The heat of her metabolism burning, churning all that into fat, tits and belly and ass swelling, plumping, growing softer and thicker.

Angelica Blaze straddled the recumbent reporter. Lois was dimly aware of the soft pads of her fingertips as they rubbed the reporter's temples. Not able to see the small black sparks that arced from those fingers into her skin.

"That's it...that's a good piggy..." Blaze's voice was soft and mellow. "...no thoughts, head empty, no thoughts, heady empty...don't fight it...just go with the flow...no thoughts, head empty..."

No thoughts, heady empty. The words rang through the reporter's brain. A soft sheen of sweat had broken out over her body. She breathed slowly, calmly, evenly through her nostrils, eyes focused on some middle distance beyond the tube that was feeding its rich load into her gullet. Her head swam as **** surged into her system. The demon's magic helped her process it faster, but there was still that pleasant buzz, the lightheaded feeling of the room spinning even though she was quite still, naked and bent over a shower chair.

"...good piggy...no thoughts, head empty...good slut...no thoughts, head empty..." Blaze's voice spoke the words over and over in those hypnotic tones, and Lois felt the words sink deeper and deeper inside of her mind, becoming more and more true with each repetition. Found herself repeating them alongside of Blaze, in her own head...and then:

"...stupid slut..."

And something inside of Lois Lane, in the very core of her being, rebelled.