The Scarecrow, Again

Laying naked on the bedroom floor, Lois turned her head toward the footsteps coming from the kitchen...and felt the blood chill in her veins.

The Scarecrow stalked forward, the hideous grin of its bag-mask leering down at the defenseless reporter, the old clothes seeming to hang off of the emaciated body...but Lois could see a bulge in the crotch, like a corncob stuck in there as a sick joke, and Johnathan Crane, the fear-obsessed villain, began to titter as he stalked closer and closer...

"Quite a show, my dear. Tell me...and do be honest, this is for my research...do you do this every night, or is it the new chemical I tried on you earlier? Fear and lust roiling around together inside of you..."

Lois was frozen, paralyzed with sudden terror...and yet she felt a wetness in her pussy, a sudden burning arousal as the villain talked around to stand before her parted legs. It was like in a horror movie, the music building tension moment after moment as you waited for the killer or monster to strike, the moment of terrible **** and violation about to occur...and for a moment Lois wondered if he was hallucinating again, another waking nightmare from his fear-****, like last time...

But then one bony hand rested against her right knee.

"My, such a state you are in. You know, in the old days, doctors would treat their female patients for...hysteria." The tinny titter echoed from the mask again as with the other hand the Scarecrow undid a series of fasteners, and reaching within his pants brought forth a thin and very human-looking cock, pale and erect with a bulbous, head. lt reminded Lois of some obscene fungus that grew only in the dark places of the world.

He knelt before her, stroking himself with his right hand, the left hand gliding down Lois' thigh. Her heart felt like it would burst in her chest, and she began to hyperventilate, powerless to resist.

He's going to **** me. Was all Lois could think, and she damned her body for the stiff, erect nipples, the cunt juices she could feel drip down her buttocks, the fluttering in her stomach...or was that her womb?

The Scarecrow leaned over the naked reporter, letting the swollen head of his reedy prick slide across her belly, leaving a trail of slime. His left hand reached past her to pick up the cigarette.

"Such a bad habit," Crane's voice was hollow, as he casually crushed the cigarette in his hand, letting it crumble into the carpet. "Don't you know? You shouldn't smoke if you are pregnant..."

But...if it isn't his cigarette...then who... Lois' confusion was stopped by the sudden attention as the Scarecrow lined his cock up with the entrance to her vagina. "...or are about to become pregnant."