End: At The Moment of Ejaculation

The cruel caveman slapped Lois Lane's tits. His nostrils flared as Lois Lane gave out her first scream. Held down by the **** whores, the reporter could only writhe beneath him, her violet eyes flaring with hatred—and he grin widened as her pushed deep inside of her, grinding the head of his stupidly thick Cro Magnon cock against her cervix until Lois groaned in pain.

"I have broken generations of women on my cock," he said. "Bitten off their tits and roasted them over the fire as succulent morsels. You are no different from any other slut. I think perhaps I will keep you until you know your place...or perhaps I will buy you, cut off your arms and legs, and let you watch day by day as your body swells with a child you can never hold."

Lois Lane jerked forward, almost slipping out of the grip of the **** women. Her spit struck him in the left eye, and almost instinctively he backhanded her.

There was blood on the back of his hand as the reporter went limp.

"Fiery. This one, perhaps, will give me a son worthy of Vandal Savage!"

**** and unable to appreciate his cruelties, the cruel Cro Magnon wasted no more time with taunts. He grabbed the limp reporter by the waist and roughly pulled her pussy on and off of his dick, her legs limp, the **** women holding the reporter's arms loosely. Focused solely on his task, the bloody and bruised body of Lois Lane flopped as he used her body as little more than a sex toy to jerk off into her cunt.

With a wet smack and a grunt, Vandal Savage slammed his cock home one final time, his savage mind ablaze with thoughts of crushing her cervix with his prick, of the women he had committed untold atrocities to over the centuries...millennia of sexual ****, often with his own daughters when they came of age, so that many today could still trace their ancestry to his barbaric line.

Yet like all men, there was one moment when even Vandal Savage was ****...and as his potent white seed burst forth to coat the entrance of Lois Lane's womb, the whore-reporter sat up and drove her nails into his eye sockets until pinkish-white gore erupted over her hands.

He opened his mouth to roar...and with all of her strength, Lois punched him in the throat. Enough power there to have crushed a normal man's larynx, but it only cut Vandal Savage's roar off into a muted squeak.

If Lois Lane had a knife, she would have tried to end it right there. Opened his veins, cut out his heart, sawn off his head and burned it—she wasn't sure how to kill an immortal. Except Lois had no weapon, only the barest opening with which to make her escape.

As Savage collapsed backwards, Lois rose off of him on shaky legs, her labia ripping, blood and spunk drooling down her thighs. The man flailed angrily for a moment the **** women hugging the walls to keep out of his grip. The reporter pushed herself forward, the aches and pains of her body hindering her efforts; even adrenaline can only get you so far...and then she had opened the door...stepped through it...and fell down as one hairy hand gripped her ankle.

Angelica Blaze, seated in a chair opposite the door, sighed as she saw the naked reporter claw at the carpet. Vandal Savage pulled with all of his brute strength, and the exhausted reporter felt herself give, clasping onto the doorframe as harsh whispers behind her promised to tear out her guts and feast on them while she watched.

With exaggereted nonchalance, Blaze stood and strode forward. She leaned into the doorframe over the reporter, whispered a word—Lois could not hear what it was—and suddenly the hand let go. Too exhausted to rise, Lois army-crawled forward, to collapse in the center of the room.

"Well," Blaze said as she looked down at the reporter, the long scratches, the bruises that were beginning to blacken, the jizz that oozed out of a torn and wounded cunt. "I did ask him to break you in. Perhaps your next client will be a little more gentle."

Lois managed to raise her head. There was blood trickling from the corner of her lip.

"Next...client?" She said.

Blaze smiled down. "Of course. You have to earn your keep. Unless you want me to give you back to Vandal Savage so he can finish with you."

Lois Lane shivered...but she did not fight as more women came in, to lift her up and carry her to the showers and dressing room. Struck dumb with shock, Lois at least recognized the four women. They were the ones who had gone missing, the ones she had come here to save...

"He's a mean one," Tonya Wong said. "But some of them are quick. Others aren't so bad. You'll get used to it, after a while. We did."

"Your pussy is pretty hurt, but we can hide it with a merkin. Maybe you can just suck someone off? Or take it up the ass," Jenny Dunlap said. "I never took it up the butt before I came here, but now I kind of like it."

Lois nodded dumbly. She shook her head a little as the women sprayed warm water over her naked body. One had a jar of antiseptic ointment, bandaids, makeup to help cover the bruises. The reporter stared into their eyes and saw an odd, vacant look...and knew these women had been hypnotized, just as she had been.

Right then and there, Lois Lane's resolve hardened. She was getting out of here. She was going to bring them with her. She was going to get her story...

...but it would mean being undercover longer than just one night out.