End: Fuck Blaze Up

Blaze sat back in her chair behind her desk, enjoying a 20-year old single malt scotch. For the first time in a long time, she felt...sated. The python in her pants was content, not twitching at every bit of cooze that came on the monitor. She leaned back and slid one hand down her pants to scratch at her balls, thinking of how utterly well her night had gone...Lois Lane hadn't just walked right into her trap, she had thrown herself into it, cunt-first. All the time and effort that the demon had put into this set-up had been worth it. Now with any luck, Lois would...

The summoning hit Blaze faster and harder than normal. Invisible bonds tugged her through the space between worlds so fast and smooth that her spirit arrived a fraction of a second before her physical form had time to catch up. So that for the briefest moment the intangible essence of Blaze hovered in the center of the elaborate magical circle, and she saw the sorceresses and witches that had summoned her...and then the dim forms that crowded around them.

Blaze frowned as her physical body arrived, body and spirit integrating quickly. As a spirit she had only a dim sense of where she was, but now she opened her eyes and saw it was...some kind of ruined cathedral, the altar and crosses long gone, and yet.

The first punch nearly took her head off. The summoning had occurred in the nave, the circle drawn where the altar had been, and the person who struck Blaze had sprinted the length of the aisle, broken the circle and in the same moment struck the demon such a blow as she had never felt, right on the back of the head. Shock ran through the demon's body as her knees hit the stone floor, and she tasted and smelled blood before she could even form words.

"All right," she slurred, instinctively drawing up protective enchantments. "Who's got the balls..."

The demon raised her shaky head, and for a moment she thought she was seeing double. Two blonde women, faces as close as sisters, speeding toward her. Their names ripped through the demon's brain...Supergirl and Power Girl...and then the Kryptonian's fists burst through the hastily-conjured enchantments and smashed against the crimson face. Blaze heard as much as felt her horns shatter.

In this time, and in this place, the women were not holding back.

Blood streaming from her nostrils and forehead, Blaze flung out her arms and unleashed an indiscriminate blast of hellfire. It cleared a space, a whole second for Blaze to rise to her feet on shaky knees. She tried to teleport, to gate to another dimension, to step into shadows...

".ereh ezalB dloH"

The pure white eyes blinked as the power drained from her, like coffee through a sieve. The devil made out the forms of the witches who were even now working to restrain her powers...Zatanna, Raven, a Dr. Fate with breasts, Encantadora...but others stepped forward.

Supergirl and Power Girl had their fists up. Wonder Woman wiped a spot of the demon's blood from her knuckles. Big Barda held up a short mace. The alien Starfire raised her hands, a nimbus of green light around her hands...and there were more. Superheroines that Blaze barely recognized. Powers she didn't know. The cathedral was packed with them.

The demon threw her shoulders back and sneered.

"Is this all? I expected more. In fact, I expect before this night is over I'm going to fuck you all!"

A shadow detached itself from the rafters. A Nth-metal mace slammed on the demon's head so hard that the sound of it shattered the demon's world. Her teeth bit down through her tongue, the tip of it falling bloodily to the floor. Hawkgirl swooped back up to the rafters.

"No Blaze," Wonder Woman said as she drew back. "By the end of tonight, you won't fuck anyone...ever again."

The Amazon's fist buried itself beneath the demon's heart. Blaze fell back, and Big Barda slammed her mace into the scarlet succubus' shoulder. The demon spun around, and Power Girl caught her under the chin, spraying blood and broken teeth from mashed lips that had once burned to kiss Lois Lane.

It wasn't a battle. It was a curb stomp. Outnumbered, outgunned, outthought, every blow robbed the demon of more energy. She tried to fight back, but the women gave her no pause to regroup, no let up. All of them knew the score here. Knew what Blaze had done, what she had said she would do. Blow by blow the power was beaten out of her. Every bone broken and healed cost her. Every hurried incantation thwarted by the assembled sorcerers sapped at her reserves. Until the damage became too much. Wounds opened and would not close. Punches grew wild, and even when they did connect, lacked ****. Searing beams of radiant power vaporized any chunk of her flesh that was separated from her, denying Blaze even that scant hope of escape. Piece by piece, they took her apart.

The end came as Supergirl and Power Girl dislocated her arms out of their sockets. Wonder Woman trod on the red python of the demon's cock...and from the back of the church, Lois Lane stepped forward. Batgirl gave her a silver-edged batarang, razor sharp.

Blaze's hung there between them. Coughed and spat chunks of herself...yet she raised her ragged head and tried to smile.

"You'll...never...be free...of me," the voice had nothing to do with the demon's throat and mouth. "A part...of me...will always...be in you..."

Lois raised the batarang above her head and brought it down. The enchanted blade sliced through the base of the demon's cock, right above the root that joined it to the body. Blaze didn't even scream as the reporter sawed through the stringy flesh. She stood up the dismembered cock and balls in her hand.

Big Barda stepped forward and applied pressure at the base of the broken jaw, forcing it open wide.

"That's where you're wrong," Lois said, her voice tired.

The cock, half-rigid slid down the demon's throat. Her cheeks split as the fat balls were **** in, so that Lois could see red skin through the tears. She stepped back, her grisly part in this work done...just as Raven and Mary Marvel stepped forward with a silver needle and thread

"**** is no release for your kind," the Titan said. "But we will sew your eyes and mouth and wounds shut, sew skin to skin and flesh to flesh, so as you heal you will merge together...and as you are bound, your power will be bound with you. There will be no escape from the darkness of your own soul, and we will bury you where none will find you for a thousand years, until even your name is forgotten."

Blaze, gagging on her own cock, could not even scream.

Outside the church, Lois raised sad, tired eyes to stare at the rising sun. Supergirl came out there, and Lois didn't flinch when the younger woman put her arm around her shoulder.

"Are you going to be okay?" Supergirl asked Lois Lane.

The reporter tried a sad smile.

"Yeah." Lois placed a hand on her own stomach. "Zatanna says the charm is gone. I can get rid of the pregnancy, if I want to. I don't know if I will. I just...I wanted the choice, you know?"

Supergirl gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Whatever you decide, we've got your back."

"I know," Lois laid her head on Supergirl's shoulder. "I know."

For Lois Lane, the long night was at an end...in a bloody beatdown that she would not soon forget the horror of.

For Blaze...she would live that night for a long, long time to come.