End: Go Fuck Yourself

Lois Lane was done with running. This whole night, it felt like she had made one bad decision after another, and all of them seemed to lead to people that wanted to fuck her—and she was tired of it. Tired of all the bullshit, of living her life like she was in a badly-written internet sex story.

So when the demon Blaze lunged forward after the bottomless reporter, apparently obsessed with cramming her crimson cock in some sweet cunny, Lois didn't back away. She dove forward, tucking and rolling as she moved between Blaze's legs...but reached up, as she passed through, to grab that scarlet schlong...

...and bend it back.

It was an unnatural angle for a cock...but then, Blaze nothing if not very unnatural herself. Her cock bent like a three-inch tube of rubber, and as Lois twisted and stood, she bent the cock back on itself and aimed it at a new target.

"Aaaargh!" Blaze squawked in surprise as the purple head of her pecker pressed against her pink pucker. Lois growled and exerted all of her strength as she pushed on the dick, forcing that swollen head into the demon's own ass...her crimson balls squeezed and spilling out on either side of the cock.

Lois Lane grinned, sweating with effort. It felt good to be able finally be the one doing the fucking, to take control of her own destiny...

There was a series of cracks as Blaze's horned head twisted around on her neck. The reporter found herself shaken as the pure white eyes burned into her own...and then dropped down, to look down to her own spine, to see her own cock penetrating her crimson buttocks.

"Well!" Blaze said. "I am truly ass-invaded."

Lois Lane's heart sank. That had been her only idea. She had nowhere else to run, no other shot to take...

Blaze sniffed, and stared at Lois again. Drawing herself up to her full height, the demon's body turned around, while the head continued to face Lois. The succubus didn't even both to remove her cock from her ass.

"Ah, I see what happened. You've awoken a superpower, Lois. Superpheromones. A honey trap. There's no one on this Earth that won't want to fuck you." A red thumb rubbed against Blaze's chin. "Including me. But...as much fun as that would be...in truth, I think it would be more fun to send you out into the world like this. Granted, I might be damning you to a life of constant ****..."

That Mona Lisa smile grew a fraction wider.

"...or a life of reclusion, cut off from all human contact just to avoid being fucked to ****. Yes, I think that's perfect."

"No...no!" Lois said. "Just...take it away! I don't want this power. I just came to find these women who had gone missing, I didn't..."

"Bye now," Blaze made a dismissive gesture...and Lois felt herself flung through shadows and light, scenes passing by too fast to see them clearly....and she came to rest against her own bed, in her apartment. Sans pants. The demon's mocking words in her ears.

Lois Lane shuddered as she thought through what Blaze had said. If it was true, she dare not go out...but if she was lying...how would Lois test it?

The reporter sat in her apartment, thinking through the problem for long hours...and when dawn came over Metropolis, and Lois Lane's night out was over, she was still sitting there, all along, desperately seeking a solution. Was she damned to a life without human contact...or to be fucked by everyone? Which was a worse hell?

Lois didn't know...but she had a feeling that she would find out.