Someone To Remember Me By

The demon's hand grasped the back of Lois Lane's skull. There was a sharp pain in her stomach, down below her navel...growing more intense. Throbbing. Aching. A kind of liquid heat...and then Blaze's voice came in her head. Darkness closed in on her vision, which narrowed to a tiny tunnel of light.

"Nine months from now, you will look into the face of our child and remember when you begged for my cum."

Then the darkness swallowed Lois.

Consciousness came back. Lois Lane's ass was numb. The reporter opened puffy eyes, and winced against the overhead fluorescent lights. She looked down and saw her naked thighs, pants down around her knees. Her stomach lurched, and she bent over, vomiting a pale grey slime into her own lap.

How much did I drink? Lois thought. She searched her memories, but she couldn't remember anything since she had stumbled into the bathroom. She checked her phone, and was surprised to see that hours had passed. Must have passed out...but how...

Stomach churning, Lois reached for the toilet paper and began to clean the vomit off of her crotch. She frowned as she felt the nasty stickiness actually inside her pussy. Lois shook her head, trying to clear it. Maybe somebody had slipped her something at the bar, and she'd stumbled in here before they could take advantage of her. The reporter had heard about women getting ****, even injected.

Standing up, she wiped the foul-smelling good from her pussy, dumping the sodden tissues in the toilet and reaching for more. Now that she'd puked, the reporter began to feel better...but her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her whole body ached.

Did somebody slip me something? the reporter thought as she pulled her pants up. She took a deep breath to clear her lungs, and opened the door to the stall. There were other women in the bathroom, none of whom gave her a second look as the reporter stumbled to the sink and cupped her hands to catch some clear water, washing out her mouth, then swallowing it down.

She closed her eyes, and looked at herself in the mirror. Eyes bloodshot, face pale and waxy beneath the smeared makeup. Immediately, Lois started to fix herself, wishing she could remember what happened during her missing hours. There was a dull pain in her stomach, like a period cramp, but Lois wasn't due for that for a couple of weeks.

So...do I stay and try and get the job done, or go home and write it off as a bad night?