The Bottle Is Empty

There was a hollow clink as Lois' fingernail's tapped the bottom of the bottle, and a sinking feeling in her stomach as she pulled the now much-lighter bottle out of her sore pussy. One glance confirmed her suspicions: the bottle was empty, without even a single white drop left of the contents.

Tentatively, Lois pressed her fingers into her abused cunt, wincing as she pushed them as deep as she dared, then pulled them up...but they were wet with her own juices. The stuff hadn't leaked out of the bottle...but it had to have gone somewhere. With a queasy feeling, Lois laid a hand on her stomach. She had a terrible premonition.

The reporter pulled up her pants and left the bathroom. She didn't bother putting her panties back on.

The blonde Englishman was in her bedroom, going through Lois' underwear drawer. She saw a familiar pair of black lace panties disappear into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat as he turned around.

"Problem," she said to Constantine, holding up the empty bottle. "This was full when I...acquired it. The stuff inside has disappeared."

"Well now, that's not good." The English occultist gave a sigh. "Best we have a look see for ourselves then. Drop your knickers, luv."

Lois blinked. "You want me to..."

"Lower your pants. Lay down on the bed, leg's spread. You've got demon spunk inside of you, and it isn't there just on holiday, is it? I need to do a proper bell, book, and candle job on your fanny and right now." He gave her a cold, calculating gaze.

"I...I don't..."

"I need to exorcise your pussy," Constantine translated. "Unless you fancy giving birth to an antichrist."

Something inside Lois' stomach flipped at the idea. Instinctively, a hand went to her stomach.

Is he lying? She thought to herself. Could that stuff really be trying to pull a Rosemary's Baby on me?

She didn't know...and it all came down to whether or not she could trust this man, whom she had just met. He could be lying, or crazy, or both. But do I dare take that risk?