Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Can Lois escape her bonds before she loses too much intelligence?

Lois Lane Manages To Escape...But Not Without Losing A Few IQ Points

Concentrate, Lane, Lois told herself as her wrists worked on the duct tape. The more she worked, the looser they got...but Lois could hardly breathe. Pink good dribbled out of her nostrils, and she could taste the sweet candy-flavor of the dissolving pills, which had become a mush in her mouth. She stared dully at the glass eye of the camera. She could see a reflection of her own face in that eye.

Even as she worked at the constricting tape, Lois could feel her attention wander. She blinked into the eyes, head suddenly light and fuzzy. It felt almost like being drunk, but not pleasant. The tape tore at her skin, the pink goo dripped out of her nose, and for a moment Lois wondered if that was really the pills or if her brain was slowly melting. There was an ache in her nipples, stiff despite everything that had happened.

My tits aren't growing, Lois thought as she ripped one wrist free. The flash of pain almost made her swallow, but it also helped her focus. With trembling fingers, she tore at the tape on her mouth, and once her mouth was free she opened it and spat out the gob of partially dissolved pills. Lois stared at the pile of pink mush, sniffed...and then a thought wriggled through the haze in her brain.

She opened her mouth wide and jammed two fingers into back of her throat. Right to the back of her tongue. Her throat and stomach lurched...and Lois opened her mouth wide and leaned forward as far as the duct tape would allow.

A jet of pink-tinged bile erupted from her throat. Lois Lane continued to lean over, to let it pass through her. The unwinking eye caught it out. Her embarrasment. Her vulnerability. She panted as the vomiting ran its course...stared back into the camera at her slack-jawed, idiotic face...and shook herself. Lois spat and with her free hand pulled at the duct tape. In only a few minutes she was free, and stood up on her own two feet.

Her hands fumbled with the camera. Searching for a memory card, whatever data storage it had. Dully, Lois knew she didn't want people to see her that way...although for one ditzy moment, she couldn't remember why...