End: Lois Does Not Accept The Terms

"Ugh, fuck this shit," Lois said and minimized the app. She opened up chat windows and was tapping away a message to Zatanna and Batgirl to explain what was going on...when the condom finally lost its structural integrity, disintegrating into mere shreds clinging to the base of Lana Lang's grossly engorged demonic dick.

The possessed redhead plunged deep inside of Lois Lane and her Satanic shaft exploded. Lois watched the face transform from a mask of lust and rage to sheer, mind-melting ecstasy. It was almost beautiful in the awesome contortions that Lana's pretty pale face went through, the way her lips curled, lashes fluttering over eyes that had already rolled up out of sight, mouth falling open so that her tongue could hang limply out of the woman's mouth.

Inside the reporter's cunt, a flood of pitch-black jism sprayed down the walls of her pussy, leaving no pink wall untouched. Lois could almost feel the thick, hot, viscous seed coat her cervix in an impenetrable mass of baby batter, thick as molasses, hot and heavy...and squirt after squirt, long rope after long rope spitting out of the infernal cock, while Lana Lang's body was tensed to the utmost, as if all of her life had waited for this one moment...

At the end...when the warm goo was packed tight into the reporter's cunny, and the cock had ceased throbbing...Lois felt the infernal rod soften and shrink inside of her. A little at a time, the redhead's body relaxed. Until just before the dickgirl collapsed, she blinked shook her head...and looked Lois Lane in the eye, the possession gone, the eyes full of such misty love and affection that it caused Lois Lane's heart to melt, just that half-second before consciousness left the redhead's body and Lois found herself pinned under an ****, naked woman.

Lois rolled Lana off of her. Even in her sleep, she was smiling. The crimson dick had shrunk down to a little scarlet sausage, sticky with black cum...and then a moment later it was gone, as if it had never been.

The reporter looked down at her own pussy. It was back to normal...except for the almost-solid glob of black jizz that was drying and forming a taffy-like plug in her pussy.

Her smartphone buzzed. Lois read the message from the DMN app carefully.

"Thank you for using DMN Basic! Upgrade to PREMIUM now to unlock special features like pregnancy reversal, contraception options, expanded genital choice..."

Lois closed the app...but didn't uninstall it. She looked over at the sleeping redhead.

"So...friends with benefits?"

Lana murmured something in her sleep. Lois caught the words "taste" and "cunt."

"That," the reporter said. "can be arranged."

Clubgoers barely spared a glance when they saw the dark-haired woman half-carry, half-drag her redheaded friend out of the bathroom. Perhaps they smirked at their rumpled clothes. More than one nearby must have heard the sounds of their shrieking. Lois, staggering under her load, didn't care about their stares...only getting Lana and herself into a car and heading back to her apartment, where a bottle of vodka and a hot shower and clean bed awaited them both, to deal with the night-before during the morning-after.

In a certain sense, Lois Lane knew that she had failed. The missing women remained missing. The DMN app was something that would have to be investigated. Her pussy was sore and needed a good licking. She wasn't on birth control. These were all things that could be sorted out—would be sorted out—later.

Lana curled up next to Lois in the car, like a cat that wanted to steal her body heat. Lois dropped an arm around her.

"Well, at least I got laid," Lois said to no-one in particular. The driver, a dark-haired woman with a Mona Lisa smile, raised her right hand and gave the reporter a thumb's up.

One thing Lois Lane was certain of: she would be back in that club another night.