End: Blaze Tries To Stab Lois Lane In The Cunt

Blaze closed in fast, a black cock in either hand. One dick swiped at the reporter's face, and Lois brought her footlong weapon down to smack the offending cock out of the way...but the dickgirl's other hand came up, between the reporter's legs...and suddenly the reporter's pants and panties were gone, and Lois gasped at the sudden penetration.

The dickgirl gave an ugly leer of triumph as she pressed her advantage, nearly lifting Lois off of her feet with the **** of her thrust as she slammed the cock in deep. Lois gasped and nearly dropped her cock at the sudden violation, reeled and fell against the tub of cocks.

"Foolisssh ssslut!" Blaze hissed. "You could have been another of my milking cows...now I'm going to fuck you to ****!"

Lois looked up at her...but instead of fighting the dickgirl's inhuman strength, she grabbed the footlong cock by base and glans and brought it down overhead, against the back of Blaze's neck. For a moment, their eyes met.

"Fuck you too."

With a heave, Lois pulled her arms toward her chest and fell back over the edge of the tub. Strong as Blaze was, she didn't weigh much more than the reporter...and superstrength is worthless without the leverage to use it.

Dickgirl and reporter both went over the side into the tub. Briny water, thick as amniotic fluid, closed over them...and as if the dozens of disembodied dicks could sense the unprotected orifices, the two were immediately swarmed. Lois, who had some experience with water polo at university, aimed a kick at the dickgirl's crotch...and then there was a confused tumble in the water. The cocks were in a fucking frenzy, and Lois could feel the small, turgid bodies bump against her face, her ass. The black cock in her cunny spasmed and shifted, while smaller brothers wiggled around it, trying to squeeze into her gash. Lois squeezed tight, striking out against Blaze, afraid to open her eyes lest the cocks fuck her eyes out...

Finally, her scrabbling fingers found the smooth wall. Her head broke the surface, lungs burning, but she didn't dare open her mouth because the dicks were jumping all around her. Tired and exhausted, the reporter found the edge of the tub and heaved herself up and over...to fall, wet and sputtering on the ground, something hard and thick spurting inside her pussy.

Blearily, she coughed, sucked in air, and managed to get to her feet. The dick inside her, spent and exhausted, dropped from her pussy and wiggled in a puddle of mingled spunk. Lois stared at the tank...which had gone white and milky. She could still see Blaze's form, trapped inside, all the cocks molesting her relentlessly.

Lois reached down, picked up the soft cock and tossed it in the tank with the rest. She staggered out of the chapel...reeking of cum, physically and mentally exhausted. The reporter thought back to all the cum she had drunk tonight...and as she stepped back into the milking chamber, the sight of those women in their harnesses, endlessly ejaculating, seemed less strange than it had a few minutes ago.

One telephone call later, and the Justice League was on their way...and Lois switched her smartphone to record mode. She had just enough time to get the material for her interview. The sticky, half-naked reporter stepped up to the nearest cow and pulled out the feeding tube.

"My name is Lois Lane, a reporter with the Daily Planet...I'm here to interview you..."

It had been a long night out, and Lois wasn't thinking quite clearly, operating on journalistic instincts alone...yet by the time the superheroes had arrived to deal with Blaze and her operation, Lois had already emailed her article to the Daily Planet.

For her, that was a happy ending.