I'm Not Ready

The reporter's voice was a whisper. She couldn't tear her hand away. Absolutely frozen, shivering, stomach churning, heart beating so hard inside her chest...

"Why do you say that?" Angelica's voice was somewhere behind Lois. "You're young. Not as young as them, but still in your child-bearing years. Fertile."

"I can't...I can't..." Lois repeated under her breath. On the screen, Jenny Dunlap was squirming as the hot jizz was injected deep inside of her cunt. The reporter could feel herself sitting in a little puddle.

"Are you scared that it won't work?" The dickgirl's breath was on Lois Lane's neck. "Or that it will?"

"I...I'm a reporter, I'm not married, I don't...I can't be a mother..."

The plunger was depressing. The pink cunt was tight around the syringe. Lois could actually see the cum being **** down into her womb.

A hand touched her bare stomach, and Lois nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Is that all you're scared of? Plenty of women manage to be single mothers. But say you were married. Say you were rich. If money was no object...if your career was no obstacle...would you get pregnant, right here, right now?"

"No," Lois said. Her throat was dry, and she swallowed. The syringe looked so big. She couldn't believe that the 22-year-old could take it all. It looked as big as the reporter's forearm. Something that big would tear her in two. "The idea of something living inside of me...a parasite..."

There was a whole hand pressed against her stomach now. It was hot...hotter than the air around her, and Lois could feel the sweat running down her ribs, over her breasts...drops hanging off her nipples, that were already erect. She was sitting in a puddle and she wasn't sure if it was all sweat.

"Be honest with yourself, Lois," Blaze's lips brushed the reporter's ear. "Does that horrify you...or excite you? All those women in the movies. Getting penetrated. Violated. **** to carry that thing, growing inside them. You dreamed about them. You dreamed you were one of them. Don't you want to face your fear?"

The fingers closed on her stomach, digging into the flat belly. On the screen, the empty syringe was being withdrawn.

"Say it," Blaze's breasts pressed against the reporter's bare back. Something else was digging into her lower back. "Tell me what you want..."