Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Is Lois Finished?

Lois Blows Her Final Load

There is only so much that even the strongest mind and body can take. At some point, exhaustion sets in, overstimulation causes the brain to shut down in self-defense. As Lois Lane blew the last of her spermload into her own cunt, she reached that critical threshold. Fell sideways, dick slipping out of her sloppy cunt, legs suddenly nervous.

**** before she hit the ground.

The voices came out of the dark. Unable to move, unsure if she even existed, Lois felt her body being lifted up, unsure how much of this was real and how much was a dream. Medical-talk, most of it too faint to really grasp. Vitals, someone said. Stable, someone answered. Then something else, something with a K, it sounded important.

Darkness claimed her again.

There was more of a sense of movement. And...loss. Like a tongue reaching for a missing tooth, but nothing so concrete. Part of her was gone, Lois was sure of that. Yet every time she tried to think of it, her thoughts just slid off.

Eventually, she opened her eyes.

The ceiling of her apartment came into view. She blinked, and it was still there. Instinctively, she reached down between her legs—but there was nothing there except her pants, and beneath that her panties, and under it all her pussy. It felt wet, sticky, and Lois wondered if she had a wet dream. The sense of loss washed over her, and Lois frowned, not sure why. The reporter turned to stare at the clock.

Just after midnight.

"Did I go to sleep?" She raised herself up on her elbows. Still dressed for the club, in her heels even, on top of the covers in her own bed. So that was...five hours? Six? Had she just passed out? The last thing she could remember was getting ready to head out the door. She remembered reaching for the handle. Then...

Her mind slipped, like trying to recall a lost word. The reporter's brow furrowed, not in pain, but just...unable to process the discontinuity. She was over there, at the door, six hours ago. Ready to head out to the club, to look for the missing women. Now she woke up here.

The problem irked her.

Lois knew she should set it aside. She had lost time, but she still had a job to do.