End: Give Lois What She Came For

Smoke slid out of the reporter's mouth. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, naked as the day she was born, swayed in the grip of one of the women she had come to find. Lois Lane shook, suddenly filled with energy as she swooned in the narcotic high, skin flushed.

"We were like you once," Jenny Dunlap said. She pulled at the collar of the woman whose head was buried in her crotch. Di took a hold of the collar, dragging the sex **** away. Lois stared at Jenny Dunlap's pussy...and for the first time she saw the little bumps and sores that might have been the hallmark of disease.

"We lived boring, stupid lives. No sex, no ****, no money. Doing everything that society told us to do, and for what? So we could go work for someone else. Marry some limp-dick prick. Get knocked up. Then we met someone that showed us another way."

Mara **** Lois forward. The reporter squirmed as Jenny spread her nasty cunt with two fingers, holding the pistol in her other hand.

"She told us about how we were trapped in this wicked world. That there was nothing else for us. No God. No great future. We could spend our lives being good little cunts, and get nothing for it...or...we could indulge ourselves."

Di grabbed the reporter's hair. The **** was lending strength to the reporter's struggles, and she felt her heart pound so fast in her chest that she thought it might explode. Her neck stiffened as she fought, her face being pressed closer and closer.

"So we dropped out of our old boring lives. Now, we live to get high and get fucked. People actually pay for this pussy! The more we earn, the more we use!"

"You can't go on like that forever!" Lois blurted. "You'll die!"

The barrel of the gun pressed into the side of Lois Lane's head.

"Bitch, everybody dies. Now eat my fucking cunt, and maybe I'll let you suck that glass dick again...and eat another pussy...and smoke some more...and by the time you leave here, you'll be another ****-addicted whore just like us."

Tears spilled from the reporter's eyes. She fought against the sudden urge to bite down on that diseased flesh. Lois Lane was no coward, but she didn't want to die...and as her lips pressed against the crack dealer's labia, Lois Lane knew she was in for a long night ahead.

Because it happened just as she said.

People came and went in the room, during the hours of Lois Lane's humiliation. No one spared a glance for the naked woman, **** to lick one pussy after another, her tired jaw and tongue given a rest only when Di flicked a lighter, and held the bubbling, smoking pipe up to the reporter's trembling lips. At one point, Tonya Wong came in, asking for more ****...and Lois was appalled to see how cadaverously thin the young woman was, the brown and black spots on her teeth, bite marks on her breasts, fresh jizz streaming down her legs from a pusy that was overgrown and sticky with grey globs of dried cum, lice crawling in the hairy forest.

Less than a month ago, she had been a business major at Metropolis University.

Lois strove to keep her head about her, but it was hard. She grew to crave the periods of surcease, the chemical pleasure of the crack pipe. Already, the reporter wasn't sure how she could live without it. Her body was wracked with pain, desire, disgust, exhaustion...and near dawn, through cracked lips, throat raw from crack-smoke, not knowing how many diseases she might have been exposed to or spread, Lois finally got the answer to a question she had been asking herself all night.

"Sun's coming up," Di said tiredly. "What are we going to tell Blaze when she gets here?"

"Tell her we turned her favorite reporter into a cunt-licking dyke slut," Jenny said, in between yawns. "And that we need some more crack."

Blaze, the reporter burned the name into her brain. That's who is behind all this.

They let her go, not long after that. Clutching her clothes to her chest, so that Lois had to dress in the street. Disheveled and weak, eyes vacant, avoiding police because Lois knew she couldn't stand even the slightest scrutiny, and a **** test would ruin her life...yet she held that prize in her mind.

Blaze did this to me.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but in the pale morning light, she swore she would find some way to make Blaze pay. Not just for what had happened to her, but for what she had done to four innocent young women.