Get A Weapon

As nonchalantly as she could, Lois reached outside the bathroom door to the umbrella stand. Her cum-slick hand grasped the firm handle of the closest thing to a weapon. She had never intended to actually use it, but right then and there, she was absolutely certain that there was someone invisible in her bathroom. So she drew it out of the umbrella stand and held it in front of her like a Jedi.

It was a meter-long dildo, bright purple, with the aluminum handle of a baseball bat sticking out from beneath the flat base beneath the stiff silicone testicles. The woman at the adult trade show Lois had been covering at the time had called it "The Penetrator," and it was just...absurdly purple, and expensive. And she had bought it, taken it home, and never, ever thought seriously of using it.

Until now.

The bathroom wasn't that big. The smoldering cigarette was on the edge of the sink, near the toilet. If some invisible pervert were there...

The naked, cum-covered reporter swung the bat with all her strength, at about where the head would be on a normal human.

A jolt ran up both of Lois Lane's arms as it hit something solid, the flexible cock-head end of the Penetrator flailing back and forth. To all appearances, it looked as though it had stuck in mid-air. Lois frowned, tried to draw it back...and found it fixed firmly in place at a certain point...and then ripped out of her hands.

"An unexpected gift," the voice came from the direction of the toilet seat. Feminine, a strange accent, something Mediterranean. The Penetrator seemed to float in mid-air, and Lois backed away as it moved toward her, held by invisible hands.

"But you know what they say: 'tis better to give than receive."

The hit came faster than Lois expected.