Not Inside Me!

"No!" Lois said out loud, desperation overriding sexual excitement. "I'm not ready..."

Blaze did not withdraw her tongue, but she did stop the carnal **** on the reporter's pussy. The bartender stared at Lois, blinking slowly, the weird prehensile penis-tentacle buried deep inside of Lois.

Quiet! The word rang commandingly through the reporter's head. Unless you want everyone to hear...

Lois swallowed, aware once again of the precariousness of her position, on her back behind the bar, tongue-fucked by the strange bartender in a room full of customers and waitresses. She focused on her breathing, calming down.

A strangely vivid image appeared in Lois mind...the swollen, phallic head of the tentacle at the mouth of her womb...splitting open like a flower, the five "petals" lined on the inside by small sharp teeth, and in the center, a small tentacle tipped with a kind of spike.

You came here for a reason, didn't you Lois? Angelica's voice echoed in her head.

In her mind the five "petals" clamped onto the swollen pink donut of the cervix, the teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Lois suppressed a whimper as a sudden pain shot through her, which quickly faded as a strange numbness spread throughout her belly.

The missing women. Lois focused on projecting her thoughts. I was looking for them. They disappeared here.

Slowly...achingly slowly...Lois "saw" the penis-petals begin to move apart, forcing her cervix open, the small gap widening a little at a time. Lois shivered, sick with horror and fear, not sure if what she was "seeing" was really happening, or only a vision being **** on her by the weird, hermaphroditic being who had locked her mouth on Lois' pussy, whose thoughts intruded in the reporter's mind...

They are here. Working off their debts. The eyes blinked again, slowly, and when they opened there were no pupils or iris at all, just white-on-white, glowing softly in the darkness beneath the bar. I can release them, if you will do what they cannot.

The cervix was gaping now, open perhaps half an inch in diameter. Lois knew that should hurt, but she felt nothing, absolutely nothing...like the weird lack of sensation when the dentist gave her a shot of novocaine. But it felt as though the final barrier to her innermost recesses of being was stripped away...****.

What...what do you want? Lois managed, feeling almost as though she already knew.

In her mind's eyes, the thin tentacle moved forward, towards the gaping cervix...and along its semi-translucent length, Lois could see a number of small, yellow spheres with dark nuclei. When Blaze's voice echoed in the reporter's head again, it was no surprise to Lois what she had to say.

I need you to carry my eggs.