A Swiss Army Knife

Lois Lane's eyes lighted on the edge of the sink, where alongside the toenail clippers and tweezers she kept the trusty old Swiss Army knife that her daddy had gifted her one Christmas long ago. With careful instructions on how and where to stab any boys that got too "friendly" as he put it. But it also had a screwdriver, and if she could undo the baseplate on the shower, she could maybe turn off the flow of water...or hell, maybe just dismantle the fucking shower, although she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Jizz continued to trickle down Lois Lane's throat as her cum-slick hands wrestled with the Swiss army knife. Using a nail she pried out the screwdriver tool. Unable to see her target because her mouth was still fellating the phallic pipe, Lois worked by touch, gently locating the screw, fitting the tool, beginning to twist.

Slow, tedious work is difficult enough when you aren't stressed, and when you had the right tool. But the thing was that a multi-tool does a lot of things very badly, and though Lois did her best to breathe steadily, to focus on what her fingers were doing, she couldn't stop her body from jittering. It was difficult to ignore the constant drizzle of cum sliding down her throat like a bad runny nose, the ache in her stomach as more and more sperm flowed in. Her gut was already aching, stomach complaining as though she'd eaten an entire three-course meal and gone in double for desserts.

The plate came off. Lois Lane's tongue shifted uneasily in her mouth, tasting the metal of the faucet. She carefully set the screw and plate on the flat rim of the tub, and then her fingers reached into the hole.

Metal pipes. The cross-valve. Okay, so what she had to do...

The reporter hesitated. Tried to picture the plumbing diagram of the tub and shower, how it worked. Could she do anything from here? It was like studying for a test and suddenly coming up blank. Lois began to sweat as she tried to remember what came next, but all she could think about was the growing pain in her belly.

A knock at the door. Then something unexpected, the sound a key in the lock. The door opened. Lois felt a rising edge of panic...

"Plumbing service!" A woman's voice called. "We got reports of a leak. Anyone home?"