End: Fuck Lois Lane For All To See

Lois Lane awoke with a pounding pain in the back of her head. A sharp, horrid odor burned her nostrils, and Lois recognized the distinctive chemical scent of smelling salts. Groggy, she opened her eyes and looked about her.

The reporter had been stripped of what few clothes she had left. Chains had been wrapped around her wrists, and the hard facets of the gigantic jewel dug cruelly into her back...but her legs hung free, and the reporter immediately drew her legs together, to hide as best she could her pussy from the cameras...

...because there were cameras, at least half a dozen of them set up on shelves of stone in the rocky grotto. Grips adjusted lights and reflector boards, booms were maneuvered into place. All of these figures had dark goggles over their eyes, which Lois guessed protected them from the hypnotic influence of the gem. Most disconcertingly, a six-foot-tall demoness was directing a gaggle of men into a line. They were naked except for their goggles, hands on their dicks and stroking them to life.

Blaze turned to Lois. There was something smug in the scarlet succubus' half-smile. A wicked gleam in those pure white eyes. The reporter swallowed. She needed to buy time...and there was one sure-fire way to do that.

"So...what's the plan here?" Lois asked.

The demon faced her, hands on her hips. The metal demon faces emblazoned on her belt seemed to leer at the reporter's naked body.

"Simply put, Lois Lane, you are going to get fucked—and I am going to become a god!"

Internally, the reporter groaned. She'd lost track of how many would-be gods she'd encountered during her lifetime, but it was clear Blaze was a nutter. A very dangerous, powerful nutter. Still, the reporter hoped she could keep her talking...even monologuing...anything to put off the gang-**** that seemed about to start.

"It's something to do with the gem, isn't it?" Lois said. "All this cum...it's drawn to it."

The demon nodded. "Very good, Lois! Yes, this gem is my heart...and it is powered by the spent lust of this wicked world. Each drop of cum drawn toward it increases my power...every spurt that does not fall within a woman's womb is drawn here! Already, my gem has grown to titanic proportions...and soon, with your help, I will have power enough that no one may challenge me."

Lois nodded painfully. Her head felt like it was about to fall off, and the chains bit into her wrists.

"Is that why you have all the naked women?" She asked.

"Indeed—I used them as whores, eager whores, to collect the seed of their clients. Sent them off into the world so that they could send back all that yummy power. But I have discovered a different, more efficient way to increase my!" The demon stepped aside and gestured at a laptop. "Behind—the internet! Millions of men masturbate to the images on here every hour of every day. Soon, your 'livestream' shall begin...and who could resist masturbating to Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter? I shall make you a porn star, Lois—and every drop of semen those frantically flogging fans ejaculate will come here! My stream of sperm shall swell into a raging river of cum...and no one will be able to stop me!"

The reporter stared at the demon. It was hard to think, with the massive blossom of pain inthe back of her skull. Lois knew she'd have to get checked for a concussion if she survived this. But with Selina Kyle lost in whatever mystic hypnosis effect the gem had on women, the reporter knew she was on her own...and while she didn't count on anyone coming to save her, she knew she had to buy what time she could.

"Are you sure that's going to work?" Lois said. "I mean, it's not like it's anything my fans haven't seen before."

The white eyes beneath the demon's dark horns slowly winked out of existence and opened again.

"What?" Blaze said.

"I did some nude modeling at university," Lois said. "Even a couple of softcore videos. They leaked online years ago. Some of my ardent admirers have been using them to create morphs, fanart, deepfakes..."

"What is a 'deepfake?'" Blaze said, as the skin between her horns furrowed.

"It's why you use a compute program to map a celebrity's face onto hardcore pornography," Lois explained. "There's deepfakes out there of me being fucked up the ass by Superman and Superboy at the same time, videos where I'm a transwoman flogging my cock and drinking cum out of a glass, even one where I'm mounted by Comet."

"A comet? Like the space rock?" Blaze said, confusion apparent in the demon's voice.

"Comet the Superhorse. He's a friend to Supergirl...and he's not really a horse, he's some sort of an alien centaur, it's kind of confusing, but most of the time he's this white stallion."

"And there's...video of you...with the horse?" Blaze said, utterly aghast.

"At least one where my digital doppelganger is sucking him off," Lois said. "Of course, it's pretty obvious that one isn't me because the actress was pregnant, and I've never been pregnant, and she has some tattoos I don't have..."

"You don't have any tattoos!" Blaze said.

"I guess you didn't look at my butthole when your goons stripped me and chained me up?" Lois said with a grin. "I've got an S-shield right next to my ass. It's because I...I was saving myself back there. For when I married Superman. I wanted him to have my anal virginity."

Which was, the reporter admitted to herself, at least half true. There was no tattoo, but Blaze didn't know that.

"Hellfire and damnation!" Blaze's foot stomped onto the stone. "Well, even if the outflow of power isn't quite what I hoped, we'll find some new way to fuck you and that will bring viewers...but first, let me see this tattoo. If your 'deepfakers' missed it, perhaps we can use that to prove that this is the real Lois Lane getting **** to pieces for their entertainment."

The reporter's fingers gripped the chains as the demon stepped forward. She twisted her hips as Blaze grabbed at her, but the demon simply caught Lois' legs and flipped her over. The reporter had the presence of mind to close her eyes so that she wouldn't stare directly at the jewel, even though its ruddy glow was almost bright enough to shine through the lids. As the demon's thumbs dug into her ass, Lois Lane enacted her final, **** plan.

Her arms heaved to lift herself up, and the reporter kicked backwards. Powerful as Blaze might be, the scarlet succubus still had a pussy between her legs...and was still susceptible to a cunt-punt. The demon gasped in momentary pain...and Lois scrabbled up the slick facets of the gemstone. The chain above wasn't secured, merely tossed around the uppermost point; with a little slack, Lois could lift the chain up...and then...

In her mind's eye, the reporter had planned something like a backward summersault, whipping the steel chain between her fists to catch on Blaze's throat. What actually happened was that the reporter, with her eyes tightly shut and still off-balance from her head injury and tired from hanging by her arms, slipped and fell backwards...right into the demon's face. A bone-cracking jolt ran up the reporter's spine as the two landed on the stone shelf, Lois on top, Blaze's head slamming into the exposed rock. The impact was enough, Lois learned later, to fracture her tailbone. As for Blaze...

The demon was still breathing, though her head no doubt hurt worse than Lois Lane's did. The reporter hauled her broken butt over to the laptop. Even with the chains still wrapped around her wrists, it took her mere seconds to open a webmail account, type in a message and send it. Blaze barely had time to open her eyes before the Justice League arrived.

"Good job, Lois," Superman said as he pressed an ice pack to the back of her head. "You saved all those women, defeated the villain, and got your story."

He had lent the reporter his cape to cover herself, and Lois had appropriated the laptop so that she could interview the women as they were removed from the gem-chamber. Batman, surprisingly, had taken Selina Kyle out of the chamber directly, and asked Lois not to mention her in her article...which Lois had agreed to, in exchange for a future exclusive interview with the Dark Knight.

The doctors at the hospital said she didn't have a concussion, or a fractured skull, just a nasty, nasty bruise. She had been very grateful when the Man of Steel had flown her home...and more grateful when he had drawn her a hot bath, poured her a glass of wine, and gotten her an ice pack. The reporter was so tired she didn't even care that she was naked in front of him; he just sat by the tub and held the ice to her head as she soaked in the steaming water and sipped her wine. He was so thoughtful...

"I have to ask though...what's this I heard about you having a tattoo?"

Lois Lane grinned. Her night out might be over, but she felt there might be time for one more little adventure.