End: In The Milking Chamber

Down below the club, below the shrine, behind a black door that seldom opened, the demon Blaze strode among her prizes. Four women lay bound in wooden stocks, all in a row, their heads and hands protruding out from wooden boards. Naked bellies glistened and shook, swollen and taut as any pregnant women's...and ovoid white things slithered out of their pussies, one after another, to skitter about their feet.

Blaze dropped into a squat in front of the smallest of them. Her red and grasped a swollen teat. Red lips opened as her hand squeezed...and from the dark nipple spurted her cherished libation. Mother's milk, warm and savory. The woman moaned, lost in a haze of lust as she gave birth to another of the tadpole-like creatures that were to be the vanguard of Blaze's new demon army.

Once the spray abated, Blaze released the breast and stood, licking her lips, milk dipping down her scarlet chin.

"Soon, my dears...soon, Lois Lane will join us. Another cunt to swell the ranks of my soldiers, another pair of udders to quench my thirst," black lightning crackled up the demon's horns, and her pale eyes began to glow.

A hero, at that point, might have announced their presence, or issued some witty remark. They might have focused on distracting Blaze while Maria desperately freed the trapped women. Perhaps they would have had Maria call the Justice League to deal with Blaze, and **** would have been little more than an afterthought.

Except Lois Lane was no hero. She was pissed...and Blaze did not see her coming.

Not until the bottle, in an underhand strike, tore through the demon's panties and pierced her pussy. Superhuman though the scarlet succubus was, the **** of the intrusion caused her to rise up on her toes...and Lois Lane drew her foot back and slammed it upward, burying the bottle all the way in Blaze's cunt.

Lois Lane did not understand the complex metaphysics of the curse that Blaze had set on the bottle, or the consequences of returning that curse to its source. But she heard Blaze's scream as she collapsed...and how every slithering white demon tadpole-thing in the room suddenly converged on her scarlet form. The reporter watched, not without a certain amount of fascination, as the scarlet succubus was swarmed by the sperm-like critters...how Blaze sought to crush them, but was quickly buried under a quivering, heaving mound of those critters.

The four women moaned. New white forms dropped out of their bare pussies and wriggled out to join the mating ball.

The reporter waited half an hour before she called the Justice League; long enough to write up and submit her first draft of the article to Perry White at the Daily Planet using her smartphone. Her violet eyes flashed as she imagined what Blaze must be feeling...all those critters trying to penetrate her every hole...but she could feel no pity for Blaze, no after the night out that she'd had.