End: Fuck Me If You Want, But I Won't Spy For You

The reporter's words were instinctive, deliberate. She might not have been a hero like Superman, but she'd rather be damned—quite literally—than become a traitor for a devil like Blaze. Terrible resolve came to the reporter then. Better to be fucked and impregnated than to betray all she had ever known.

The demon sighed. Her hands seized upon the reporter's waist. The tip of her cock dug painfully into Lois Lane's cervix. Lois could feel the throb of her heart as the dick pulsed deep within her.

"I suppose I knew you would say that. You are a good soul, Lois Lane. It's a pity. If you were a bit more of a bad girl, we could have had so much more fun together."

The tips of the demon's claws dug into the reporter's skin.

"Now, I'll simply have to discard you like a used condom. Like the others."

Lois Lane yelped as the nails pierced her skin...the hips drew back...and the cock slammed home. Her composure shattered beneath the **** of Blaze's sexual ****, the cock tore through her cunt fast and hard, utterly uncaring of Lois Lane's screams. The reporter's nails bit into the floor and her voice grew hoarse as the **** continued. It never slowed...not even when she was reduced to sobs, when her fingers bled where the nails had cracked, and her cunt felt cored out.

She lay there, and her lower body moved in response to the demon's frantic fucking. Blood spattered the reporter's thighs, and sharp nails left rents along Lois' back and buttocks. She could hear Blaze's grunts now...the heavy pants that grew closer and closer...and that was almost the worst of it. The dread, the anticipation, the knowledge of what was coming...

...but Lois was wrong.

She couldn't see the black spark that jumped from the tip of Blaze's prick...but the reporter felt her cervix spasm. Felt every muscle contract as the electric pulse made its way through her body, as it radiated out from her core to her peripheries. Fingers and toes clenched without her volition, her spine stiffened, stars danced in front of her eyes...and then Blaze did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again and again and again and again and...

Until Lois Lane lost count. Until she flopped around like a marionette with the devil pulling her strings. Until the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could not tell pleasure from pain.

When Blaze finally pulled out, Lois Lane shook with the aftermath of her **** climaxes...and she felt the hot ooze that clogged her cunny, she realized that the demon had cum in her and the reporter had been too lost in her nightmare to even notice.

"Well, that was fun," Blaze said. "But you've served your purpose. Goodbye, Lois. If it's a girl, name her Lilith."

There was a clap of thunder. A lurch. For a moment, Lois felt cold air on her skin...she realized she was falling...

...and then came the crash.

The plastic trash bags in the dumpster ripped as the half-naked reporter hit them; half-eaten food and empty bottles showered her as she sank into the mass. Instinctively, the exhausted, injured reporter flailed...pushed back against the banana peels and plastic cups...and found the cold, hard ledge of the dumpster. With an effort, Lois heaved herself over the side...and dropped into the alley.

Blood and black cum ran in rivulets down from her violated cunt. The reporter shivered, still unable to process the details of her sexual assualt. A part of her wanted to vomit, wanted to die...and then she stared down at her feet. Bent down to pick up the object that had caught her attention.

It was a student ID. Metropolis University. Diana Reynolds. 19 years old, reddish copper hair. One of the women that Lois had come looking for...who had gone missing. Lois remembered what Blaze had said, about the "others"...did that mean the same thing had happened to the other women? Was that why they had disappeared?

The reporter shook coffee grounds out of her hair as she clutched her clue. It had cost her dearly...and the reporter tried not to think about what she was looking at ahead of her, with the restrictions on abortion...but if Blaze had disposed of the others like she had with her, tossed them aside like used jizz rags...then maybe they had been picked up by local women's shelters. Protected. Hidden. It was worth a shot.

With stiff steps, Lois Lane walked out of the alley. Dawn was still a long way off, but she knew that her night out was over. She had lost...and lost badly...but she had not betrayed her own principles, and she had a clue now. Like a drowning woman, she clutched onto that vague hope...and tried not to think of the demonic seed which even now took root in her womb.