End: Lois Distracts Blaze While Wonder Woman Grabs Her Uniform

"You're still faster and stronger than I am," the reporter whispered as she laid out her plan. Tersely, the Amazon nodded...leaned forward and quickly pressed her lips against Lois Lane's...and then crept around the door.

Lois, meanwhile, grabbed a fire extinguisher hanging from the wall and ripped off the health and safety tag. It was heavy...and with the greenstick fracture in her hand, hard to hold; the reporter had to awkwardly cradle the red tube under her broken arm while she held the nozzle and hose in her good hand.

The reporter followed Wonder Woman's progress as she slid around the crowd, using the line...and when Lois Lane judged the time was right she ran forward.

On bare feet, her footfalls were lost in the clamor of the sucking and masturbating crowd. The demon Blaze had her back to the reporter, to direct the spray of jizz onto the costume on the altar. Lois Lane's target was right between those crimson cheeks...

It shouldn't have worked. Lois kept expecting the demon to turn around at the last moment, look down at her and snarl, then unleash a burst of hellfire or something. The distance closed, one lope at a time. Thee yards. Two. Her heart pounded. Eyes on target...and then the last footfall. The slim scarlet body churned.

Lois hadn't expected the hard cock that came swinging around toward her. There was no time to stop. Her hand with the nozzle came up automatically.

A human cock would have ripped as the narrow nozzle slammed in, with all the mass of Lois Lane behind it. Lois caught sight of pure white eyes without pupil or iris, open wide. The scarlet lips gaped—Lois didn't know what the demon was going to say. A growl, a curse, a burst of fire.

All Lois knew was the pain in her broken hand as she squeezed down on the lever and sent ammonium phosphate shooting down her urethra.

The nozzle burst out almost immediately; too much pressure for Lois Lane's broken hand to hold. White foam and oily black goo shot out of the demon's dick as she fell back, and her hands grabbed at her afflicted cock. Lois gritted her teeth and aimed the nozzle at the demon's face, which swiftly became obscured in a white chemical cloud. She needed to buy Diana as much time as she could...

...and in seconds the white stream ended, the extinguisher exhausted.

A hand shot out and knocked the metal canister out of the reporter's grasp. Lois thought, too late, about running away...but then Blaze was on her, crimson talons locked around her throat, which foam burning along the skin of her face, her swollen, smoking cockhead continuing to disgorge oily black fluid.

"Lois Lane," Blaze growled. "I'm going to gut your cunt like a fish..."

Lois Lane did not see the naked Amazon that leaped past the line of masturbating cultists. Or see her lover spin and dress in the blink of an eye. All she saw was the gossamer golden thread that floated in the air between herself and the demon for a moment...and then the golden lasso lynched tight around the crimson neck and pulled...

...to land with a crack at Wonder Woman's feet. Lois saw Dian's foot come down on the face, and winced at the crunch of broken bone...and then frowned and cringed as Diana's foot came up and down again and again. The floor vibrated with the impact, and the next crack that the reporter heard was the concrete slab as it broke in radial spikes...and then the Amazon turned to the cultists.

"Alright. Does anyone else want to resist arrest?"

Which is how, after a call to the police and several hours later, Lois Lane found herself in her apartment, in a t-shirt and nothing else, her broken hand bandaged up, and her story typed and filed one-handed. Diana was in the kitchen, washing the cum stains out of her uniform.

Lois eased herself back in the chair. Her job was done. Her night out was over.

"All done?" Diana said, as her hands slid down to massage the reporter's shoulders from behind.

"Yep. Perry's probably telling them to stop the presses as we speak, to get it on the front page for tomorrow."

"Good," the Amazon said as she effortlessly lifted up the reporter and threw her over her shoulder. Lois Lane didn't even resist as she was carried into the bedroom. "You know it's traditional after a victory for an Amazon to make love until dawn?"

I love my job, Lois Lane thought as Wonder Woman threw her on the bed.

There were still a few hours left until dawn...and all told, Lois Lane's night out was not a night she would ever forget.