Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Does Lois Fight Dirty, or Delay?

Delay

"Who is 'She'?" Lois Lane asked, **** to delay things, buy some time to find a chance to escape. Her mind immediately went to plant-based villains. "You mean, Poison Ivy?"

"NO!" Snowflame almost shouted. His eyes were fully dilated now, veins standing out on his neck, snowy white hair shaking as his grip on Lois Lane's armed tightened. "No no no no NO that SKANK that SLUT, I asked her, I wanted her, I needed her to GROW for ME, but she wouldn't LISTEN. She had no VISION. Not like HER..."

He quivered.

"SHE came to me in a dream of FIRE. Crimson and BEAUTIFUL, with DARK HORNS and WHITE EYES, intense as a pure Peruvian FLAKE! Just the sight of her made me HARD and NUMB...and all she wanted was my SOUL! I would have given her so MUCH more than that..."

Lois licked her lips. "A...demon? You sold your soul to a demon for...cocaine!"

"NO NO NO," he shook her fiercely. "FOR BRIDES, not just COCAINE, lovely, pure, burning coke, but an INFINITE SUPPLY. THE BEST COCA MILK. STRAIGHT FROM THE TITS."

He turned her around and thrust her against the empty stake. She struggled against him as with deceptive speed, he grabbed a rough cord and began to bind her in place.

"BUT you will SEE! When you are one of them...when you bud...when I suck the COKE from your MILKY TITS!"

Lois Lane shuddered. She was in the grips of a powerful, insane, ****-addled villain...and she still had no idea how to get free of him.

I need to ask another question...or maybe a last request? What can I say or do to distract him? Lois bit her lip. A nasty idea crossed her mind...but because Lois couldn't think of anything better, she threw it out there.

"Before you do that...could you...um...I've always wanted someone to snort cocaine out of my pussy," the reporter said. "Please?"