No, But The Pipe Does

There must have been some flaw in the pipe. That was all Lois could think as something clunked heavily behind the wall...and then she was pushed forward, the pipe still embedded in her pussy, jizz splashing against her backside as though a fire hydrant had been unleashed at the sperm bank.

The **** of the burst pipe sent Lois against the tile hard enough to crack it, and she slid down into the now overflowing tub in a shower of broken tile and plaster. Bruised and leaking cum out of the metal faucet still embedded in her pussy, Lois groggily shook herself. Punch-drunk and coated inside and out with baby batter, the reporter crawled out of the tub, sperm spilling out onto the floor now.

No...not sperm. A red wave was washing out over the white sticky flood on the floor. Lois tasted copper, and turned to look at the broken pipe in the wall.

It was gushing blood. Bright red, gallons of it spurting out.

Brief concerns flooded through the reporter's mind. Pregnancy. Her security deposit. Scenes from a thousand horror movies. She wondered, very briefly, if a portal to another dimension had opened in her bathtub. If that was where all the jizz had come from, some erotic dimension where sperm flowed liked water through macabre rivers, and women who wanted to get knocked up just waded down to the ever-flowing spunk and lapped it up into their cunts with both hands.

She pictured crimson-skinned succubi who drank the jizz. Who had it piped into their houses to bathe in it as Lois had done, to hump those faucets...the clever, clever faucets with their hidden tricks, all to heighten the pleasure of those inhuman beauties. The reporter lost herself for a moment imagining a crimson cunt spread on a metal faucet, rubbing handfuls of sperm into her scarlet breasts.

Lois shook her head to clear the vision and crawled out of the bathroom. All the way to her phone on the kitchen table. What had started out as a weird night had gone straight through all the strange territories of carnal and bizarre dreams into the real world of an erotic nightmare. She was stuck with a pipe lodged in her pussy, still leaking jizz from her overpacked womb, and her bathtub was bleeding.

It was time to call for help.