Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Does Lois Get Frozen?

Lois Gets Frozen

There was a blue-white flash.

For the last three years, Lois Lane had joined the Polar Bears Club for their annual dip. She would stand there with them, in a bikini in the snow, as the ice was cut away. Would leap into the dark, cold water with them. There was that sense, when it closed over her head. As if the cold penetrated to the deeper part of her. That for that one fraction of a second, she was suspended between life and ****.

Then she would **** her arms and legs to kick, back toward the light. Break the surface and throw back her head. In that moment, that frozen air cut through her like a knife...and then she would laugh and haul herself up, roll in the snow, and then crawl into a tent to be warmed back up before hypothermia or frostbite set in.

Except this time, there was no kick back toward light. The reporter remained in that moment. Frozen solid, so swiftly that she stood suspended, panties around her ankles, fingers buried inside her pussy. Unable to see or think. A statue shrouded in ice, as two supervillains quarrelled over her.

Time lost all meaning. Her fingers, buried in her pussy, provided neither heat nor pleasure. She could not even dream. Her existence hung suspended, and for a time Lois Lane neither lived nor died, but hung on a precipice of existence and non-existence. The cat in Schrodinger's box.

Until heat and light would break through once again.