End: Blaze's Lair

The dressed stone walls gave way to a tunnel that seemed rougher...more natural. Some ancient waters had smoothed the stone, had left the floor a series of graded steps. The ceiling narrowed, and the reporter, her stony burden pressing ever harder against the mouth of her womb, was **** onto her knees...and then her belly, to crawl along...but the reporter's mind was still keen through the pain. She felt cool air blow against her face. Her ears heard...laughter...

There was an opening...like a pool of light in the darkness. Barely able to move, barely able to breathe, wincing at each bump as the stone phallus in her distended cunt seemed to bump against the smooth stone beneath her belly, Lois crawled forward...and looked down.

A red figure was there, staring into a shallow pool. Lois Lane's heart stopped for a moment...for she knew that figure. Though of less heroic proportions, there was no mistaking the horns that rose over that dark mane, or the inhuman, equine cock that she ran both blood-red hands over, jerking herself off with terrible frenzy. This, Lois knew at once with the instinct of the investigative reporter, was the living figure on which the stone image was based...and that cock which the demon flogged with such ecstatic abandon was the very origin of the instrument of Lois Lane's ****.

"Mortal cunt," Blaze said, her strangely accented English floating up to the reporter's ears. "Ah, I wish I could have violated you myself! But it is better this way...better for you to feel your womb invaded because of your own foolish actions. The pangs of your stony impregnation will be only the beginning of your suffering...for then shall come the bearing...and I guarantee, by my Name, you will live to see the terrible offspring of your womb...a creature of Earth and Hell, strong enough to wreck my vengeance on her Superman!"

Lois heard...and in hearing, her resolve hardened. Beyond the shooting pains that told her that her cervix was finely giving way, **** open by the stone rod that was making a bloody ruin of her birth canal, Lois saw an opportunity, however small...and in a moment, decision became action.

Blaze bent over, making a pass before the dark, still pool...searching for sight of her prey...and the image came in, more sharply than before. She saw the reporter lowering herself through a hole...her arms trembling with the effort of keeping herself aloft...and then, as with sudden ****, the arms came up above her, and she dropped through...

The reporter's feet hit Blaze in the back of the skull. The jarring pain ran straight up the reporter's ankles, calves, knees...and the demon went crashing, face-first into the pool. For some reason, Lois stared upwards as the demon's neck crunched against the edge of the pool...and saw, to her shock, the thin, crimson face with the pure white eyes without pupil or iris above her.

Then the reporter fell heavily, atop the lifeless body of the demon.

A moment later, the severed head hit the pool with a splash.

Lois Lane laid like that for a moment. Her whole body hurt from the fall...her legs had absorbed most of the shock, but she could feel the tight compression of her spine, the stiffness of her own neck, the bruises on her arms...and, omnipresent, the ache inside her violated body...and then she blinked.

Her pussy hurt...but for the first time, it didn't seem to be moving. Pulling down her pants, Lois slid her fingers inside her wet and gaping tunnel...ignoring the scrapes on her knuckles, and the pathetic ease with which her entire hand disappeared into her distended cunt...and the fingers found the rough base of the stony cock...and with a prayer to a God she had thought she no longer believed in, Lois felt it give a little when she pulled against it.

Minutes of aching work went by as she slowly gave birth to the stony thing...and Lois shuddered as she saw that the phallic head now bore a likeness very much akin to that of the red-skinned devil's, which was lying in the shallow pool. The reporter held the grisly artifact aloft for a moment, contemplating some terrible **** on the demon's corpse...but in the end, she simply tossed the hateful thing away, and pulled up her pants.

Hurt as she was, inside and out, Lois Lane experienced a sense of triumph. Somehow, by luck and pluck and daring, she had foiled the terrible scheme that she had fallen into...and now, she knew, somewhere out there the city would begin to wake...and it was time for Lois to leave all this **** and darkness behind her. To stand once more under the clean sky, to feel the sun on her skin...and maybe, just maybe, hope her pussy would someday heal.

Lois Lane's long night out was over at last.