Yes, But It Takes Time

Lois Lane **** herself to relax...and in doing so, the loops of duct tape about her arms and legs slackened a little. It was an old trick she had learned from an escape artist, how when they tied you up you tensed your muscles to make them as big as possible. That was all a lot of escapology was, really...a little slack, a little leverage. The camera didn't even matter to Lois, since there was no one to watch it.

She wiggled, twisting her forearms, wincing as the adhesive tugged at her skin. They had taken her clothes, and the lockpicks and other tools she usually kept concealed in her jacket, so the reporter was left with muscle power and her nails...enough to get her out of this, in time.

Yet time was the exact thing she was running out of.

Even breathing carefully through her nose and deliberately trying not to swallow, Lois could feel the bimbo-pills slowly dissolving in her saliva. She could feel the tingle in her gums, and hoped beyond hope that the pills needed to be swallowed to work.

Fingernails scratched at the duct tape. Arms twisted. The red light of the camera gleamed as it recorded her escape attempt. With every breath, Lois Lane wondered if her breasts felt heavier, or the skin tighter. As the tape began to give way, she wondered if her nails were longer. If behind that duct tape holding her mouth shut, the lips had begun to grown swollen and beestung.

Will I even know if I'm getting dumber? Lois wondered as her mouth filled with thick, sweet saliva from the dissolving pills.

It was like holding a candy in her mouth for too long, the burning sweetness, the dryness of her throat increasing moment by moment. Yet knowing that to swallow would doom her faster, so Lois worked, scratching and twisting, feeling the bonds loosen, little by little.

It was working...it was really working...but then one pill touched the back of Lois Lane's throat, and instinctively she gagged...and sputtered, breath exploding in her mouth with nowhere to go, and the ****-laced saliva sought other channels. Perhaps she swallowed some of it. All Lois knew is that when she recovered her breathing her head swam, and she had to blink back stars...and two warm pink trickles of liquid were leaking out of her nostrils and over the duct tape gag.