End: Gangcaping

Freed from her bonds and with her sexual urges at least temporarily sated, Wonder Woman made short work of her prison cell. Lois Lane rubbed her bloated belly as she admired the Amaozn's form pounding at the walls; the stone cracked, crumbled, and gave way with disconcerting ease. The minutes gave Lois Lane time to think...

...and as soon as the wall came down, revealing a long and lonely corridor, Lois Lane's smartphone regained a bit of signal.

"Okay," the naked reporter said. Diana held the reporter's arm for support, as the reporter's legs were still too wobbly to walk straight. "Now, here's the plan..."

Before the altar, Blaze held up the golden lasso of truth she had taken from the **** Amazon.

"With this," the scarlet succubus said to her devoted acolytes. "We will spread our dark faith throughout this city. All will bow as they confront the terrible lusts that lurk within their souls...and only I will be able to grant their innermost wishes! Soon our power will spread. Tonight, Metropolis...tomorrow, the world!"

"I don't think so."

The horned demon cast her gaze across her following of robed cultists. Women drawn into her web by a mix of magic, ****, and lust...college students and housewives, prostitutes and businesswomen, all those who were susceptible to the promise of new pleasures to brighten up their tawdry lives.

One threw back her hood, and let the robe slip to the floor. Wonder Woman stood there, proud and defiant, in some stolen clothes. Her sizable breasts were squeezed into a too-small shirt that was labeled JUICY, her midriff bared, Amazonian assets squeezed into low cut-off shorts that did nothing to hide her muscular thighs, and barely contained her pert ass.

Blaze smiled. "Wonder Whore. You really think you can defeat me on your own?"

Diana smiled back. "Who said I'm alone?"

The rest of the acolytes rose and threw off their robes. The scarlet succubus stepped backwards as she recognized the masked and costumed assemblage...there was Supergirl, Power Girl, Stargirl, Wonder Girl, Vixen, Zatanna in her top hat and fishnets, Hawkgirl...

How did I miss the wings on that one? The demon asked herself. Strategically, Blaze knew she should be looking at a withdrawal. Powerful as she was, she was outnumbered and had lost the element of...

"Surprise!" Lois Lane said as she grabbed the golden lasso out of Blaze's hands. The demon stared upwards, and saw Batgirl and Batwoman holding the reporter's legs as they dangled from the ceiling.

The superheroines closed in on the demon from all sides.

Growing up as an Army brat, Lois Lane had heard the term "blanket party" used. It was a form of hazing that recruits sometimes did to each other, to get those who weren't performing to shape up. Now, she had a front row seat to watch the superhero equivalent.

Diana's fist cracked against Blaze's jaw as the demon's entire world went wrong. Power Girl caught the falling demon with a haymaker that could have leveled a building. Blaze staggered, tried to regroup—and Supergirl punched her in the back of the head. The demon fell down...and the super-women closed in, feet stomping, fists plunging, the occasional energy beam bursting out...

"She's tough," Batgirl said. "We'll give them, oh, ten minutes or so, and then Zatanna will bind her."

A bloody, ragged arm with broken claws reached out from the mob and clawed at the floor. Someone dragged the demon back into the press.

They set the reporter down as the furor of the beating petered out. Diana emerged from the scrum, her borrowed shirt stained with black blood and looking very happy. Lois handed the lasso back to her in exchange for a kiss.

"By the way," Batwoman said as she stared at the reporter's stomach. "Are you...?"

"I don't know yet," the reporter said. "But maybe?"

"Oh, wow." Batwoman looked at Wonder Woman. "Does that mean you're not coming to the parties anymore?"

"Parties?" Lois asked, and looked from one superheroine to another. Behind her, she heard Zatanna chant something.

"A kind of Girl's Night Out," Wonder Woman said. "It's a traditional Amazonian ritual to strengthen bonds of fellowship. It involves music, drinking, games, dancing..."

"...in the nude," Batwoman said. Diana reached over and squeezed the reporter's ass, which made Lois blush and Batwoman smile.

Lois Lane raised an eyebrow. She suddenly knew what she wanted to do for her next night out.