To Fuck It, Of Course

She said it so matter-of-factly that Lois Lane almost laughed, even given her predicament. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was handcuffed to a bed in a basement of a bar beneath a bar, blindfolded and at the mercy of a strange shemale who was currently ratcheting open her pussy to greater and greater gapes with a speculum...and the reporter was keenly aware of not just how **** she was, but the serious of decisions that had led her to be where she was right now.

"You're serious?" Lois asked, hoping maybe she could delay the inevitable.

"Oh yes. I've been thinking of little else since you arrived."

"Look I...I know I signed up for some kinky sex tonight, but that's not even possible. It's not like in those perverted hentai comics online, you can't actually stick your cock into my womb."

"Where there's a will, there's a way," the dickgirl's strange accent gave a kind of purr to her voice that, despite the tension of the situation, Lois found oddly soothing. She had to **** herself to remember that this wasn't what she had signed up for. "In this case, your cervix is already dilating. I'd say you're about two centimeters right now. We'll want to widen that, of course."

Behind the mask, Lois blinked. It was instinct. She still couldn't see anything, but her brain made her blink anyway.

"How the hell could my cervix be dilating?"

"Misoprostol. Used to help pregnant women dilate for labor. You've been drinking it in those 'special cocktails' earlier tonight. Remember that?"

Lois Lane did. She knew that she'd felt weird after drinking them, but...that seemed like a lot of work to go to just on the off-chance of womb-fucking. If that was what Angelica Blaze had in mind.

"Do you...do this to a lot of women?"

"You're the fifth. I take it you came looking for the others, Lois? The women that have gone missing?"

For the first time that night, Lois felt a stab of real fear.

She knows who I am. She knows why I'm here.

"None of the cops have made the connection yet, but I wasn't surprised to see you here. You are, after all, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. What did surprise me is that you were so easy! To think, I was all prepared to **** you and drag you down here myself...but no, you came of your own free weill." Blaze said. "How does your pussy feel now?"

"Like you could drive a subway car through it," Lois said, a sort of numbness setting into her chest. The fact that Blaze was casually discussing drugging Lois and the other women wasn't good. It meant that she didn't think Lois would tell anyone...and given that the other women were missing, Lois Lane faced the real possibility that she was dealing with a serial killer.

"It's about three inches," Blaze said. "I can see your cervix now. I'm going to use a little probe to apply some more misoprostol. You'll want to be dilated at least three centimeters for when I put my cock in."

Lois licked dry lips. Without trying to look like she was, she tested her bonds again. Velvet-lined handcuffs. If necessary, she could try to break her thumb...maybe slip out that way...

Something cold and hard touched Lois, deep inside. It was uncomfortable, but she did her best not to thrash or move around. A bit like a pap smear, or going to the dentist. Strangely intimate and clinical all at once.

"What did you do with the other women?" Lois asked. "The ones that went missing?"