Prepare Lois...

The reporter felt the strange tongue-penis go deep...deeper than she'd ever had lover or a toy...deep enough to remind her uncomfortably of a trip to the gynecologist's office, her innermost recesses laid bare. The tongue was hardly thrusting now, just swelling and undulating gently, a warm soft spike that Lois could squeeze with her kegel muscles. Impossible as it was, just imagined it must be at the mouth of her cervix already, though fortunately it hadn't actually crammed into the sensitive door to her womb.

Lois stared down...and saw that Angelica Blaze's eyes were focused on her own. The woman's grin was hidden by the reporter's own crotch, but there was a connection there, something that caught Lois' attention and held it...and in her mind, images began to form. Not like hallucinations, but more of a waking daydream...or nightmare.

She found her vision drawn down...through layers of skin, fat, and muscle, to the end of her tunnel. The great pink "head" of the penis-tongue lay there like a fat slug, the urethra pulsating gently, the little lips so oddly feminine at the moment, opening and closing like some kind of deep-ea anemone...and then they gaped wide and something began to emerge.

Slimy dark-red tentacles, tipped with darkness, slid out...and to the entrance to Lois' uterus. The arteries in the fleshy walls undulated with each beat of the reporter's heart as the thin, worm-like appendages smoothly penetrated her cervix...so small and fine that Lois couldn't even feel it, if that is what was really happening...and the reporter's vision as dragged further in, to the dark chamber of her uterus.

Lois swallowed as she saw the thin tentacles spread within. Two of them made bee-lines for orifices on either side...her fallopian tubes, the reporter guessed. Pathways to her ovaries. The other one...

The tip burned bright in the darkness of her womb, but Lois still couldn't feel it as the tentacle pressed itself against her flesh, though she saw the wall of her uterus blacken and sizzle, the small streamers of blood in the fluid-filled space. It was...drawing. Something like a broken trident, or a rune. It meant nothing to Lois...except that the tentacle worked with purpose. Whatever it was doing, it was as important a job as the tentacles were doing in her ovaries. It was marking her...but why?

Their tasks done, the tentacles withdrew from Lois' uterus, and the vision faded...so that she found she was still looking into Blaze's eyes. Was it hypnosis? Or...something more?

The bartender withdrew her tongue—now of normal size and shape—from Lois' pussy.

"You're ready." Blaze smiled, chin sticky with the reporter's juices.