End: I Broke Them

"The poor little things...they just couldn't handle a single solitary womb-fucking. Maybe I was too rough on them."

"You think?" Lois cried out, utterly aghast. "How the hell could you...where are they? Are they okay?"

"Private hospital. Little bit of trauma, some counseling, secondary infections. The poor dears didn't need a hysterectomy or bleed to **** or anything. I'm a pervert, not a monster." Blaze said. "I just went a little too far, too fast. Tried to **** things open, and ended up bruising the cervix. I've learned better, since then. How to take things nice and slow...lay the groundwork...be patient."

Deep inside of her, Lois could feel something probing around. Unfamiliar muscles deep inside twitched, and she felt...terribly exposed. Worse than that, a part of her wondered if she might be in actual danger. Angelica Blaze knew who she was, had tied her up, and was now dilating her cervix with apparently every intention to just fuck her womb...something which Lois wasn't sure was possible but was sure was going to be traumatic and painful in the attempt.

Not for the first time, Lois considered calling out for Superman. She knew he was out of town—possibly off-planet at the moment—but a part of her could feel the prickle of danger now, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. She tested her bonds...the handcuffs around her wrists were solidly locked, the blindfold wouldn't shift easily, and she couldn't close her legs...

"I wouldn't advise that," Blaze said, to the reporter's unvoiced thought. The poking and prodding deep inside of Lois had stopped. Something else rubbed at the bottom of her pussy.

"Afraid he'll stop you?" The reporter didn't even question how Blaze knew what she was thinking. This kind of elaborate setup, the strange anatomy, and her obvious knowledge of who Lois was, obviously put the dickgirl into supervillain territory.

"Afraid that you will miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime experience," Blaze said. "You want to meet the other women, don't you? I can arrange that. You won't be like them. I've learned how to be...gentle."

The tip of the cock—because that's what it was, Lois was certain—rubbed back and forth on the bottom of the reporter's pussy, the friction building up into a pleasant warmth.

"Think of it Lois. Something that no other woman has experienced, not properly. Aren't you the least bit curious to know what it feels like? Just a little bit? After all, I'm not looking to pound the back of your uterus with my cock, to stretch you open so it never closes again. On the contrary, I just want to...stick my tip in. To feel what it's like, being where no one else has been."

From a practical standpoint, the reporter knew she should say no. Rationally, there was no reason not to scream bloody ****. But if she could trust Blaze at all—and the dickgirl hadn't hurt her yet—maybe it would be okay to humor her, at least a little. The reporter sighed, knowing that she was lying to herself. In truth, her curiosity was insatiable.

"Just the tip," the reporter warned.

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze hummed...and Lois couldn't see it, but she imagined the dickgirl smiling.

The mattress creaked a little as Angelica slowly worked her cock back and forth, always dragging it along the bottom of the reporter's pussy, a little deeper and a little deeper. The dickgirl's thumb found the reporter's clit and began to rub it, back and forth, almost in time with the slowly increasing thrusts...and there was always more cock, even when Lois felt it deeper than any prick she had ever gotten. Uncomfortably deep.

She began to squirm in agitation as the constant stimulation of her clitoris began to have its inevitable effect, and Lois wondered how Blaze would guide her prick to the dilated cervix...and then she felt it. A deep, dull bump inside of her. Like a period cramp, only it didn't go away. The reporter felt oddly transfixed in that moment, as though planted on a stake, afraid to move.

Nor did Blaze move, not for several moments. Stock-still she stayed, her cockhead at the very entrance to the reporter's womb, and she kept rubbing that clit in slow circles, grinding against the nub of sensitive flesh until the reporter's teeth were set on edge. The tension in the reporter's body grew until it seemed unbearable, like a frenzied violin solo approaching a crescendo, her whole body quivering in terrible anticipation...and then Blaze moved, very slowly, and a strange and terrible pain and pressure wracked the reporter's whole body in a way she had never experienced before and couldn't describe—and it went on. It went on slowly as the head of Blaze's cock slid into the dilated cervix, the incredibly pressure forcing the slick prick through the ring of muscle, and Lois Lane wondered if this was something like what it felt like to give birth.

Then...still rubbing away at Lois Lane's clit...Blaze seemed to sigh.

A terrible warmth filled the reporter's abdomen. She screamed then, through gritted teeth. It was like splashing boiling water on your foot, the instant shock of the heat causing your body to react almost before the signal hit your brain, and then the heat came first and the pain only came later, like the rumble of thunder following the flash of lightning. The reporter pulled against the handcuffs until they cut into her wrists, her whole body quivering at the terrible sensation of utter violation as the white-hot jizz poured into her womb like acid.

Wet tears ran down the reporter's face, flowing from beneath the blindfold. Angelica waited until Lois Lane stopped straining, until her upper body sagged, and the reporter remembered to breathe, drawing in air in ragged gasps.

Then she pulled out.

It wasn't as painful, the withdrawal. But it left Lois aware of the emptiness. That ring of dull pain inside of her, the sense of violation, the terrible certainty that there was still some slimy residue left, deep inside her womb, that she could not squeeze out. Lois wanted out of this set up. Wanted to douche, to rinse it out of her pussy, to pack her cunt with ice and cry and drink the pain away.

A warm hand cupped her cheek. Hot lips pressed against her own.

"That was incredible, Lois. You're such a trooper. I knew you could do it."

Lois sucked in air. She shivered, struggled to regain control of herself.

"So...so you came. Inside me. You'll let me go now, right? Show me to this hospital where the women are?"

"Oh yes, sweetmeat. Absolutely. Just as soon as we can confirm it."

The reporter froze. "Confirm what?"

"Your pregnancy! Why else would I want to cum straight inside your womb? Don't worry, I have methods much more efficient than those pee-on-a-stick tests. You just relax and get some rest. Implantation should occur within six hours...and if it doesn't...well, we'll try again."

Blaze's hand patted the reporter on the tummy.

"To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to it."

A pit seemed to open inside Lois Lane's stomach. A part of her didn't want to believe this was happening—but she was too rational to ignore that it was, in fact, what was happening. She had let herself be tied up in some strange villain's sex dungeon, and now they were holding her captive until she conceived. Lois realized, with an ache in her heart, that she could be **** to relive that **** again and again for days...or longer.

"Superman..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Save me."