End: Lois Defies Her

Lois Lane looked deep inside herself. She knew that this was the real world, not the funny books. That terrible things happened every day. Women were ****. Women got pregnant with their ****'s babies. Superman could not be everywhere at once, could not save everyone.

Not even her.

For a heartbeat, Lois felt her whole life on the knife's edge. She could feel every bump and vein of the cock that violated her. Her nails dug into her palm. Resignation bit like acid into the reporter's soul...but her resolve hardened. Lois Lane didn't give up, and she knew beter than to make deals with demons.

"Go fuck yourself," Lois said with as much strength as she could muster.

"Later, perhaps," the self-proclaimed Queen of Hell said. "But for right now—fuck you."

Lois Lane could not see what happened next, but she could feel it. The hands pinned her down by the small of her back. The demon's hips slammed hard into her ass, the cock pistoned in and out...faster and harder than before. Lois had thought she had been fucked before, but now she knew she was being ****. It was somehow worse to know that someone was doing this deliberately, knowing it was Lois Lane who was her victim, fucking her harder because of it...but no tears came as she clenched her teeth and her fists and endured the brutal pounding.

Nor was Blaze kidding when she said she wanted Lois to bleed.

If anything, the cock felt harder and longer. It never failed to slam painfully into the back of the reporter's pussy, and there were rough patches on it now that scraped against her sensitive cunny walls like bits of sandpaper, or hard nodules that tore at the soft pink walls. It scratched at her cunt until the whole of her pussy was on fire, and something hot and wet trickled out of her pussy to splatter down her thighs...

It went on for what seemed like a long time, though it could have been only minutes, or it could have been an hour.

She didn't actually feel the end of it. She was just aware that the cock was pressed inside of her...deeper than before...for a long time. Then Blaze pulled out.

The cum didn't spill out. Lois tried to squeeze her pussy, but pain wracked her body. It felt as if her cunt was destroyed, and packed full of demonic jizz as thick as jelly.

It was a long time before Lois could bring herself to move. Her night out had ended in pain, violation, humiliation...yet the reporter allowed herself the condolence that she had not given in to the demon. She had defied her...and she had a name. A name she could give to Superman.

The reporter allowed herself a grim smile.

"I hope he ties your dick in a knot."

A dark end to Lois Lane's night out...but it was an end, and as the sun broke over Metropolis, Lois crawled out of the hole she had so unwisely climbed into, to make her way home. Alive, and in possession of herself. She wondered, as she thought back to the decisions she had made this night, the other Lois Lanes in all the alternate timelines...whether they could say the same.