Plan B

"I have to go to the bathroom," Lois said, pulling herself off the demon's cock. That released a surge of splooge from her violated pussy. It made the reporter sick to her stomach to think of all those sperm swimming around in her snatch, violating her egg...or that she wanted, really wanted, to dip her hand in her honeypot and stuff it in her mouth. The need gnawed at her as she slid off the bed on shaky legs. She could feel Blaze's eyes upon as, mocking and victorious as her cum dripped down the reporter's thighs.

"Hurry back," the scarlet succubus said. "We want to make sure you take. For the sake of the other women."

Lois closed the bathroom door and slumped against it.

Addicted. Fucked. Probably impregnated. And her pusher wanting to become her pimp, to whore her out to all and sundry.

How did things get so bad so fast? The reporter wondered. Well, obviously Plan A to deal with this has only resulted in the situation getting more fucked. Time for Plan B.

The reporter dug around under the sink to the burner cellphone she kept taped there. One of those little emergency measures that a resourceful investigative reporter with a penchant for getting kidnapped by supervillains kept handy.

Lois sat on the toilet seat, hearing the cum drip out of her into the toilet as she tapped in a number from memory. She didn't dare make a voice call—Blaze would hear it. Instead she sent a text, a code word that had been arranged a while back, and her address.

SHAZAM

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled. Lois sat back on the toilet, wondering how long she could hide in here. Her pussy felt fucked raw. She reached for the toilet paper to wipe some of it out of herself. Not that she expected that to make much of a difference, a part of her was resigned to being pregnant at this point.

Unless... Her mind went to the other Plan B in the bathroom with her. The birth control pill that she kept for other emergencies. It was one of those things that Lois had made a part of her "supplies" after an encounter with a supervillain had bordered on sexual ****. She had woken up at night in cold sweats, afraid of bearing a child of ****.

Except Blaze didn't **** me, the reporter reminded herself, playing a hand on her flat tummy. I let her fuck me. If there is a baby...it's not fair to kill it. I can't. But I won't be her whore, Lois told herself. I'll die first.

Thunder rolled again. Lois had no idea if they had gotten the message, if they would respond, how long it would take. For the first time in a long time, she bent over, elbows on her knees, hands clasped together...and prayed.