End: Go Downstairs And Bring Me Back A Cunt Full OF Cum

Lois Lane left her clothes behind her, as a butterfly leaves behind its chrysalis. She no longer needed them. Her swollen tits, resting high on her chest, bounced as she stepped into the elevator. Her lips were **** into a perpetual pout, her eyes were wide and a vivid violet. Strange excitement ran through her body as it began its descent. A rising thrill of anticipation, that something was going to happen. She rubbed her thighs together, and moaned softly.

The button on the elevator had pressed on its own...and when the doors opened it wasn't the floor of the club. It was the basement...a single vast room where dozens of men, Black and white and Hispanic were busied sorting piles of pink pills into bags and boxes, counting bills, cutting deals.

The bimbo's mouth curled up at the corners as she stepped out into the room, every eye on her naked body.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

The security stayed where they were, hands on their guns. But there were others...

The first grabbed her by her arm, unnecessarily rough, and threw her across a stack of boxes. Lois cried out in pain as her sensitive tits slammed on top of the heavy cardboard...and then his pants were down and his hands spread her legs.

The cock wasn't the biggest...but it was hard, and pushed into Lois with all the pent-up lust of someone who had just gotten out of prison. Around Lois, the other gangsters circled. Cocks came out, Lois barely opened her lips when the first dick, dirty and strangely mottled with bumps from subdermal beads, pushed past her mouth-pillows. The sour cockhead slammed into her tongue, and Lois could taste piss, grit, smegma...

...and she moaned around the cock like the bimbo slut she had become, relishing the foulness, the manly scent, the rough hands that groped and squeezed her ass, the uncaring way her first cusotmer bucked and heeved. She didn't even feel when he came in her...she just felt the friction rubbing at her sensnitive cunny ease a bit and then he pulled out, a hot load lodged in her pussy, and the next one was right behind him.

No more thought of the Daily Planet, or finding the missing women. Lois Lane had succumbed to her new, bimbo nature totally. Hours later, perhaps, when her long night out was over, Lois Lane might recover somewhat...awake dizzyingly, on her back, splattered in jizz. The exhausted, sore woman might cup a hand between her pussy to keep the cum inside as she staggered back into the elevator...not to go home, but to return to Blaze, to get her next fix, the only thought rattling around in her brain the desire for more of those little pink pills, to make her titties bigger and get more hard cocks for her hungry gash...

...and Blaze would laugh and give Lois what she wanted. After all...there were depths to which human beings could sink that Lois Lane had never dreamed. Now that the demon had the reporter within her power, her dark imagination had begun to plan degradations that would blast the soul of the Marquis de Sade...and it pleased her to know that through it all, Lois Lane would remain impregnable, free of disease and children...at least, until the demon found it amusing for her to be otherwise.

"Fuck me," Lois burbled, cum-bubbles dribbling out of her lips as the men flipped her over onto her back, so that they could slap and **** her swollen teats. "Fuck me..."

By the end of her night out, Lois Lan would be truly fucked.