End: Blaze Shows Lois Who She Could Be

This time was different. Darkness swirled around the reporter, the demon's hands on Lois Lane's shoulders.

"Aren't you a little curious...wouldn't you like to experience what those women experience? What it is to be strong, powerful...to be super?" Blaze said.

"Not enough to sell my soul," the reporter said, licking her lips, wishing she had more of that drink. The darkness was spinning around her...at least, Lois hoped it was the darkness. She needed her wits about her. It wouldn't do to be drunk.

"Who said anything about your soul?" Blaze said, her voice little more than a purr in the reporter's ears. Something about that tone of voice raised gooseflesh all over the reporter's body. "Tell you what—why don't I give you a free taste? You can be any super you want until morning. No catches, no cost to you."

Lois bit her lip. It sounded too good to be true—which meant it probably was. She felt dizzy. Lightheaded. A little horny. The demon's fingers kneaded her shoulders, the thumbs digging in to massage the tense muscles.

"You said—any hero—right?" Lois said...

It was so easy. Then Lois Lane was falling, her red cape fluttering behind her, the wind against the S-shield on her chest, the red skirt flapping against her bare legs. She stared down at the pavement rushing toward her...and then, with the barest effort of will, she twisted her body and was heading up, up and away...

Nightwatchers in Metropolis would have seen a familiar form slip past the moon. Superwoman, out on her nightly patrol. Lois Lane grinned, feeling the wind on her face...and so much more. Every sense was heightened, to a degree she had never imagined. She could feel the currents of the air, the slight gravitational pull of skyscrapers, the strange music of millions of humans and cars, the perfume of a thousand restaurants, the faint reflected sunlight bounced off the moon empowering her cells.

She wondered if Superman felt like this all the time.

In the distance, thunder cracked and peeled...twice...and the reporter turned her face in that direction, her vision telescoping out. Something had changed, something was wrong...

Two black figures, trimmed in gold, zoomed toward her, faster than a pair of birds, or trains, or bullets. Shocked, Lois recognized the slim Asian woman as Tonya Wong, and the tall, skinny blonde as Jenny Dunlap...the other two missing women she sought. Except they were dressed in black outfits, golden lightning bolts on their chest...and the grins on their faces were as nasty as crocodiles or sharks.

Lois hesitated, not sure what to do. Were they villains? Was she a hero? They hadn't hurt anyone yet...

...but neither did they slow down. Superwoman barely had time to twist out of the way as they sped past her—but as they zipped past, the duo grabbed her cape. Lois was jerked back, pulled through the air...and then there was a confused shock as they hit the building.

The cape tore. Lois tumbled through the air for a couple of blocks before she righted herself in mid air. She wasn't hurt, but her costume was raggedly torn about her neck...and the two black-clad villains had circled back around the building. The reporter balled her fists, prepared to fight...and then she saw the rubble from the crumbling building heading toward the sidewalk.

She didn't even stop to think. The reporter zipped through the air, catching the rubble, collecting it in her arms, eyes burning as swift bursts of heat-vision burst and vaporized the smaller bits...finally setting the ball of rubble in an empty ally...back exposed...which is when the villains struck again.

They didn't strike to wound. Their hands tore through her costume, skirt and shirt torn off in the blink of an eye. Superman twirled like a tornado, fists lashed out to strike, and caught both women...but they held up her clothes like trophies as Superwoman stood there, naked except for her red boots and panties.

The blackclad villains were fast, strong, and hardy...almost at the level of Superwoman herself. If there weren't two of them, Lois thought she'd have the advantage...but there were two of them, and they worked together with terrific teamwork. No taunts, no efforts to talk, only girlish giggles as they swooped in and out around Lois like a demented game of tag, squeezing her breasts, cuppiing her pussy or ass, trying to steal a kiss...and causing panic amid the nighttime crowd as they did so.

Superwoman launched herlself into the air, as the woman latched onto her boots...and dimly felt her red panties flutter away in the breeze. Naked now, she sensed the two of them following her...and as Lois guided them away from the city and all the people that could be hurt in their mad antics, her super-senses focused on their heartbeats...the smell of their pussies watering...the flush of blood in their faces...and recognized that both women were sexually excited.

They were also faster than Lois had thought. Whether they had been holding back in the city or something else drove them on past her limits, the two of them burst toward Superwoman like twin bolts of lightning.

They caught up to her somewhere over Kansas. They were all over her. Fingers clamping, clutching, pressing into pussy and ass. Lois punched, kicked, blasted them with heat vision...the lascivious smiles flickered on their faces...and then they said in unison:

"Shazam."

There was a blur of speed as they let her go...a moment before twin bolts of mystic lightning fell struck her. Pierced her through the middle. Her naked body spasmed, all the power in the world and yet against this she was helpless...

...and so she fell, into the stubble of the cornfield, the earth compressing beneath her.

Dirty.

Naked.

Beaten.

The twin villains hovered in, wagging their tongues...and now, despite the ringing in her ears from the thunderclap, Lois Lane could hear their high-pitched whine of conversation as they talked about what they were going to do to her. How they were going to **** her. The things they would make her do to despoil her...and Lois knew horror.

She struggled to her knees, resolved to fight...and the first rays of dawn peeked out over horizon.

Lois Lane blinked, sure it was too soon...and then she felt her strength leave her, battered body collapsing into the mud. Superwoman no more, merely mortal as her enemies closed in.

Which is when the devil whispered in her ear.

"The first taste is free, sweetmeat. You had it. Now those ladies...they wanted the full package. All that power, forever. All it cost them was their soul. I'll give you the same deal. Just think...you can be Superwoman again. As she was meant to be. Break these two in half, take them to jail, whatever you want..."

Exhausted, in pain, powerless, Lois Lane raised her face to the scarlet succubus that knelt over her...and spat one word:

"No."

Like a morning mist, the demon vanished. The two blackclad villains closed in. Lois turned around, not caring about getting mud in her pussy as she stared up at them...wondering if they had always been like this, or if Blaze had done something to them. If perhaps this is what happened when normal people got that kind of power. Maybe they had set out to be heroines, but without souls they had degenerated into catering to their own most perverse instincts.

Then there was a crack of air. Lois could barely see the blows that struck, with power and precision. The two women crumpled as though poleaxed...and standing there, in overalls and nothing else, was Clark Kent.

Without his glasses.

Lois Lane's mouth madean 'O' of wonder. Clark gave a shy grin as he picked up the stunned villains, one under each arm.

"You'd best get in to house, Lois," he said. "Ma's making breakfast, and you can get a shower. She might find something to fit you. I'll take care of these two and we'll...talk, later."

His cheeks burned as he looked away...and Lois suddenly closed her eggs, conscious of how she must look.

"Right. Yes. Thank you Supe...Clark. I'll..."

He leaped into the air...and Lois watched those forms dwindle.

From inside the Kent house came the smell of coffee. Trembling, oddly sober now, the naked reporter picked herself up and trundled up to the house, wondering how she would explain this night out to anyone.