Tear

Pain lanced through Lois'. On the screen, she could see the tear—a bloody rip, extending downwards along her perineum, toward her anus—and she screamed. It wasn't a big rip, but it was there, and it hurt, stinging, red blood flowing in a hair-thin trickle down her taint, and the reporter wanted to thrash but was afraid of tearing it wider, making it worse.

The spreading speculum stopped, the screen blinking rapidly, white and pink. Lois blinked rapidly, disoriented, vaguely aware of an alarm going off in the background. The blinking slowed, and as the pulses grew longer, Lois found her heart slow down, body calming. She could still feel the sting, the rip, the open wound down there...could still see it on screen, her pussy split open that little bit...but the pulsing light held her attention as the sound of stamping feet came into the room, and she became aware of people surrounding her.

Gloved hands touched Lois' bare shoulders, leaning her back. She blinked up at the white uniforms of EMTs, two of them, a muscular black man and a buff-looking woman, one of whom was on his knees in front of her crotch, disconnecting the speculum from whatever it was mounted to—but not removing it from her pussy. The reporter felt a little dazed as they spoke back and forth to each other...

"Looks like more than superficial damage to the labia."

"Get the stretcher."

"Is she in shock?"

"We need to get her to surgery."

The words all sounded important, but Lois was in a haze of pain and...something else. She didn't resist as they lifted her into the stretcher, only whimpered a little to feel her genitalia still painfully exposed, the warm trickle leaking out from her broken cunt.

Then, out of the room, down a corridor, through doors—the reporter tried to memorize the route, twisting and strange, and she was sure they were still in the same building, but the hallways changed to the clinical beige and tile of a hospital, through the swinging doors, and there were medical personnel around, people dressed as nurses, doctors... Lois closed her eyes, but all she could see was the swirling, blinking pink...

A bald man with red eyebrows and a surgical mask over his mouth hovering over her vision, blocking out the light.

"Miss Lane?" His voice was familiar, but Lois couldn't place it.

She nodded.

"You've suffered an injury. We can repair the damage, but we need to move quickly. I'm afraid we'll have to operate." He held up a pad with a document on it, and a pen. "This is a release that will allow us to do the surgery. We need your consent to proceed."

The reporter blinked. The ache from the tear in her pussy had spread, although she couldn't see the damage. Her crotch ached from being held forcibly open so long. Numbly, she reached for the pen. Scanned the page. Medical jargon, legalize, endemnities... "vaginal repair, rejuvenation, and enhancement"...approval to use anaesthetics...insurance information already entered in... Lois was vaguely troubled by the clause regarding "other surgerical modifications as necessary or requested."

But she signed.

They whisked her into the surgical chamber, green-smocked nurses hovering about. A green gown covered Lois' nakedness, her legs up and spread in stirrups. She couldn't see anything, and the reporter figured that was maybe for the best. Beside her, an older black woman with a kindly face pressed a plastic face mask over her nose and mouth.

"Just breath deep, dear." Her voice was rich, with a trace of a Southern lilt. "Count back from ten. When you wake up, you'll be better than new."

Lois counted.

10...9...8...7...

The bald doctor appeared again, eyes focused between the reporter's legs. A nurse beside him held a tray of tools.

"Scalpel," his voice was gruff, familiar. Hand held out expectantly.

6...5...4...

The nurse placed the tool in his hand. "The primary incision will enlarge the cut, then we can access the underlying tissues."

3...2...

The mask slipped, just for a moment. Lois Lane stared at Lex Luthor as he hunched over her unprotected cunt. Blackness crept in around the edges of her vision, the reporter's body feeling suddenly heavy.

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