End: Batman Has A Plan

Even though a strange cock was **** her ass, Lois Lane felt herself relax.

Batman had a plan.

If Batman had a plan, God herself would feel their piss run cold. The sun could go dark, and if Batman had a plan Lois Lane would put on sunscreen. There were few things as unshakeable in Lois Lane's mind than the fact that if Batman had a plan, it was all going to be okay.

Batgirl reached forward and held the reporter's hands as the raper pounded away at the reporter's asshole. The overstretched anus burned, and yet Lois took comfort in knowing that whatever pain she felt, it was nothing compared to whatever Batman had in store for them. Lois almost felt sorry for them...

Lois winced as the hands pried at her butt, spreading the reporter's ass cheeks as wide as they could so that the cock could reach that little bit deeper.

Nope, not gonna be sorry, Lois decided. In fact, I'll be sorry if Batman doesn't let me shove my foot up their...

There was a grunt...and Lois Lane's eyes went wide. She had never felt anyone cum inside her before. The average ejaculation was a tablespoon or two, at most. Utterly insignificant except in the potent cargo it carried. This though...this Lois felt. Like somebody had shoved a hose up her ass and opened up the tap. A warm, wet trickle. Lois squirmed, fighting instincts to bare down, to try and shit it out...and Batgirl clutched the reporter's wrists, the redhead's face a mask of perfect calm.

The reporter took a deep breath and let it out. The cum continued, long after the point when any human ejaculation would have ceased. The pressure inside her ass was growing, and Lois felt like she did when she had diarrhea...just that hot liquid **** for release, yet her ass clamped tight and she knew she dare not...

"Aaaah!"

Lois blinked as the scream echoed down through the tunnel. The pressure was no longer growing, the cock was still in her ass, but something had changed, something had...and then Lois realized that she no longer felt the warmth or touch of legs on the back of her thighs. No hands grasping her ass or holding her in place. Batgirl smiled.

"Time to go," she whispered aloud, and tugging on Lois Lane's wrists, dragged the unresisting reporter forward.

"But I can...it's still..." Lois said...and then she shook herself, and crawled after the retreating Batgirl.

They emerged in what looked like a kind of temple. Grander than the shrine that they had left behind, but obviously disused, every surface covered with dust, mummified spiders hanging in the shrouds of old cobwebs. Batgirl helped Lois out of the tunnel, the reporter still naked from the waist down...and with trepidation, Lois reached back and felt the hunk of meat hanging out of her ass.

"You might want to look away for this part," Lois said. To her relief, Batgirl did.

Pulling the severed cock out of her anus unleashed a torrent of black sperm. It squirted out of the reporter's backside in a gut-wrenching stream of foul-smelling jizz. It took minutes to pump into Lois, and minutes it took to leave out...and when, at the end, Batgirl reached into her utility belt and handed Lois a wet-wipe and an extra pair of bat-panties, the reporter could have kissed her.

"We were tracking some missing persons in Gotham," Batgirl said, when Lois was finished. With flashlight in hand, the heroine led Lois to a staircase that led upwards, totally free of graffiti or foul smells. "And they led us to this old demon-worshipping cult here in Gotham. Batman identified the perpetrator as a demon named Blaze...who has fought Superman several times. We were undercover in the club when we saw you go downstairs, and suspected the demon might strike...though we weren't quite prepared for why and how. Batman had some weapons to use against her, and allies to call...that's why he sent me around this way, so that you could hold Blaze in place until he was ready to deal with the demon on his terms."

"Wonderful," Lois said. "I mean, my ass will never be the same again, but..."

At the top of the stairs was a locked door, and through that another warehouse...but not like the club next door. This one was in use, full of wooden crates...and, Lois could see, Batgirl's motorcycle.

The heroine stepped close...and slid her hand down to cup the reporter's ass cheeks.

"You know," the redhead said. "You might find that you like that sort of thing. I have. Think you're well enough to ride?"

Shocked at Batgirl's brazenness, Lois almost said no...but then the caped crusader leaned forward and Lois found herself leaning into the kiss.

It has been a long night out, Lane, Lois told herself. You deserve a little fun.

So she said yes. And what happened in the wee hours, as dawn broke over Metropolis...and what Lois Lane might have discovered about herself that night...well, that's another story.