Run, Call For Help

Lois turned heel and bolted. Blaze's demonic laughter followed her as she burst from the bathroom, plunging back into the noise and lights of the crowded club. She could still hear it in her mind as she pushed through the press, heart thundering in her chest...and down inside of her belly, a kind of throbbing pulse she had never known before...

The night air was cool and sweet as Lois Lane burst onto the streets of Metropolis again. She called down, walking quickly away from the club. Two blocks away from the scene, she'd mastered her panic, and once again began to think like the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

She pulled out her smartphone to call a taxi...and instead found herself flipping through the contacts in a very special folder...and dialed the number. Apprehension gnawed at her guts as the phone rang, followed by relief as a familiar voice came over the line.

"Hello, Zatanna? It's Lois Lane," she said. "I've got a bit of a problem..."

Lois was blunt. She told Zatanna everything, all the gory details, omitting nothing of the terrible affair...even found herself reliving those moments as Blaze plunged her cock into her burning cunt, the terrible explosion of cum inside of her, the way Lois Lane had begged to be fucked and impregnated by that fat cocked shemale...it was making Lois hot again just thinking about it, despite the cool air.

On the other end of the line, Zatanna was mostly silent, listening..and as Lois got more graphic, all she could hear was the witch's breath blowing into the phone...harder now, almost panting...and Lois wondered what the sorceress was doing now, whether she had caught the magician in the middle of battle or doing her exercises or...or...

Is she getting off to this? Lois thought, pausing her story.

"Lois? Lois are you there?" the witch's voice came through.

"Yeah...sorry," The reporter answered.

"Please tell me again, from when you entered the restroom. Tell me everything. Spare no detail..." Zatanna trailed off, and Lois picked up where she left off.

It was weird, thinking of the witch in her fishnet and tails, listening at the other end of the phone and...touching herself as Lois told the story of her humiliation, her passionate fuckfest, the culminating in her impregnation and Blaze's reveal...the slim hand down between her toned thighs, rubbing her pussy. It was getting Lois wet just thinking about it...but what she really wondered was...

Is Zatanna imagining me...or Blaze?

A question for later. Lois reached the end of her story, and she could swear she heard Zatanna panting into the phone now, almost moaning.

"I think I can help you, Lois. Where are you?" The witch said.

The reporter looked up. She had been walking aimlessly, and found herself in front of a motel—the kind that rented rooms by the hour. Lois read off the cross streets.