Chapter 12
by 
Zeebop
What Happens To Lois On The Way Home?
She Trips And The Bottle Breaks
Lois could feel the events of the night catch up to her as they came near the edge of Suicide Slum. It was near midnight, and she had walked miles from the club. She could feel the heavy bottle in her pussy, the **** crammed up into her sore ass. ****, ****, sex...and just as J-dawg and his boys said their goodbyes, Lois was looking forward to a hot shower and her bed...
Her heel hit the crack in the pavement. Her left leg went forward and her right leg didn't. She saw the skyscrapers in the night sky limned against the moon as she fell backwards. The impact jarred her tailbone, ran up her spine, teeth clenching tightly a moment before the pain hit. Yet what caught the reporter's attention was a single sound.
CRACK
Pain lanced through the reporter's pussy. She blinked back tears, mouth twisting as she strove not to cry out. With exaggerated care, the reporter freed her heel from the crack in the sidewalk and carefully got back to her feet.
She could hear and feel the broken glass inside of her. Something warm was leaking in her pants. Tears in her eyes, Lois Lane stumbled forward. Her apartment was only a block away.
It would be the longest block of her life.
Every step seemed to cause the broken bottle to grind against itself. The warm fluid was slipping out of her pussy, spreading through her pants as though she left herself. Lois **** herself to keep moving. There was a first aid kit at home. She could pick the broken glass out of her pussy, the **** out of her ass, and leave this whole bad night behind her.
Lois **** a smile at the doorman as she smoothly entered her building, ignoring the pain in her pussy and ass. The warm trickle was running down her leg, but she was careful not to hurry as she walked through the lobby, not wanting to let on that anything was wrong.
In the elevator, she let out the sob she had been holding in. The warm, wet trickle was running down her foot, into her shoe. Lois **** herself to look down as the elevator rose, fearing what it might be...blood or cum...