Red Kryptonite (#63)

It was like a line of fire ran straight up Lois' cunt, burning throughout her abdomen, and branching out. The reporter shook and gasped, unable to control her body, as though seized by an electric current...yet the burning was spreading, slowly. She could not see, with the blindfold, what was happening to her. But she could feel it.

Lois' entire body tingled, but the strange, terrible heat was focused on her breasts and crotch. Other parts of her flared suddenly, here and there—her hips, her face along the jawline, across her shoulders and upper arms where the skin suddenly felt too-tight, the constricting pain in her hips and down her thighs. It wasn't pain, exactly, but a terrible sensation of awareness that something was happening to her body, of which she had no inkling or control.

Her nipples were still erect. She could feel them, like points of fire, but the rest of the sensation from her breasts felt strangely muted...and the tingle seemed to recede, withdrawing back to that terrible white-hot point just above her clit...and as it receded, new sensations came in, almost faster than Lois could process them.

The reporter felt...full. It was strange to think about it in those terms, but then Lois wasn't used to thinking about being empty, either. Walking around, day by day, she was hardly aware of there being nothing in her vagina, except for the few times when she used a tampon, and then she generally got used to it and could forget the sensation within a bit. This was...like the tampon. There wasn't any sensation of her inner walls, anymore. Instead, there was something new.

There was skin touching her inner thighs, and it wasn't her other thigh, or her labia. She could feel it, feel herself at both points of contact. Maria's breath passed over her body, and she shivered...but it was where it passed over that was strange to her. Lois could sense the position of all her limbs, even though she couldn't see them. Her feet hanging off the chair, planted flat on the ground now; her ass pressed into the cushion, the top of her back supported by the chair's back, her arms on either arm.... Lois' legs were spread, as though to bare herself. Yet she couldn't feel her pussy lips. Instead, she felt something that...shouldn't be. Something beyond her lips, that rested on the chair, that touched her thighs.

"Alright, baby." Lois heard Maria say, as she took the burning pinprick away. "Looks like you're done. Did you want to see it?"