End: Lois Goes Down The Corridor And Thinks Hard About Her Situation

It was a long corridor. Lois Lane had a lot of time to reflect on things as she inched her way along. Limbless. A living fucktoy. Her drooling pussy dragging along the carpet. Anyone could come along and take advantage of her.

As a woman, Lois had always lived with the knowledge that some part of society would simply view her with an eye toward sex. The male gaze, sometimes even the female gaze. She had grown up learning to protect herself from sexual ****, knowing all the cares and worries of a woman alone.

Never like this.

She had rugburn on her cunt, and her tits. Her hips were sore, her whole body tired as the effects of the transformation and the night caught up with her. The reporter eyed her target door with care as she drew herself up closer. The handle was horizontal, which she could just about manage, but what caught her interest was the little sign on it.

Telephone room.

Whatever pride Lois had, she swallowed about two-thirds of the way down the corridor. There was no shame in asking for help if you needed it—and Lois Lane was big enough to admit that right now, basically a quadriplegic, she needed as much help as she could get. If she was ever to get back to normal...if she was ever going to get out of here and live any life as something other than a customer's cumdump...she was going to have to call for help.

Panting hard, she leaned against the door. Used her head to lever the handle down, threw her weight against it...and the door opened. She slumped inside, and almost smiled at the touch-tone phone in its plastic cradle on a little niche in the wall, rather than set up high out of her reach. With much huffing and puffing, balanced on her butt and her pussy, Lois managed to knock the phone off the cradle...and then she fell back down on the floor, rolling over to it.

She had to dial the number with her tongue. It took three attempts.

Then there was nothing to do but wait.

Long minutes passed as Lois lay on her back. Stared at the ceiling. Listened for...she didn't know what. Sirens. Screams. The sounds of battle. Wondering what anyone would say, if they saw her right there. What they would do to her. Knowing there was nothing she could do about it.

The door creaked open. Lois raised her head as far as she could, sudden fear gripping her...but a familiar face stared down at her. A figure in blue and red who knelt down, unclipping his scarlet cape to wrap around her naked body.

"It's okay, Lois," Superman said as he gathered the living onahole in his arms. "I'm here! The Justice League is on its way. We'll get you out of here. I promise."

She almost cried. Turned her head into his chest and nuzzled him with her cheek. Somehow, it was okay now. Superman had her.

As it was, Lois Lane never saw the final battle with whoever was behind it all. The Justice League brought the transformed women out of the brothel. Lois was surprised to hear that some were worse off than she was.

"A complex enchantment, old and powerful," Zatanna had told her, as she examined Lois in private. The witch bit her lip. "It's been resisting my logomancy. I know this is a lot to ask but...can you stand to be like this, for a few days? Some of the other women, they'll die without immediate treatment. I'm not even sure if I can reverse some of what has been done to them."

"Help them," Lois said. The reporter looked up at Superman. "If, um...you don't mind looking after me for a few days?"

"Of course, Lois," he said. "Of course."

Which is how, an hour before dawn, they ended up at Clark Kent's apartment. The revelation of Superman's secret identity hadn't come as much of a shock to the reporter, not after the night she'd had...and they both agreed that it was probably easier for him to care for her at his apartment than hers.

There were some basic bodily functions to take care of. Lois could, by being propped on the toilet seat, handle the basics on her own...but she needed Clark to wipe her clean. The reporter noted the blush that came across his cheeks as he wiped her pussy. She'd need his help to eat breakfast in the morning too, she realized. He'd have to spoonfeed her like a baby.

Except Lois Lane was not a baby. She was a woman...and women have needs.

"Clark," she said after a minute. "I...have to ask you something. Something I've always wanted, and I know the time isn't right, and I'm not...maybe not as attractive in this form, but I..." she took a deep breath and just spat it out. "Make love to me."

The most powerful man on the planet blinked.

"What? Lois, you're..."

"Horny. Don't tell me you're not. I can see the bulge in your pants, Clark Kent!" Lois lay on the bed, on her back. Her pussy on full display. "I know this isn't what either of us had in mind for our first time, but...we're here now. We're both adults. Couldn't we...?"

"Well..." his blush deepened. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you, in your current state and all."

"Smallville, I love you," she said simply. "But right now, I'm begging you to fuck me."

Well, there were no more words for that. Clark Kent undressed and laid down on the bed next to her...and her eyes roamed over his hard-muscled body, the broad shoulders and hairy chest, the chiseled abs, and down between his legs...

"Great Caesar's ghost," she whispered. "How do you stuff that thing into your tight little red shorts?"

"Male Kryptonians can tuck their genitalia away," he said, slowly stroking a cock that had to be eight or nine inches long. It wasn't growing much longer as it stiffened, but it was growing thicker.

Effortlessly, he lifted Lois up and brought her base down on his face...and Lois gave a little squeak as his tongue slid up inside her slot. He was amateur—unpracticed—but enthusiastic as he lapped at her cunny, and that counted for much in Lois Lane's book. The living onahole squirmed in his grip, powerless to do anything else as he mercilessly tickled her twat with his tongue, until she was nearly on the verge of orgasm...and then he stopped...and lifted her down and up, up and away...

"You...ever use an onahole before, Smallville?" Lois gulped as the great purple head of the Kryptonian cock pressed against her cunny.

"No," he said. Then a pause. "I've...never made love to a woman before either."

Something in Lois Lane's heart melted right then. She was going to be his first.

"Well, a woman you have to treat differently. But me...right now..." Lois drew in a ragged breath. Her whole body was hot, and she wiggled her base against the head of his super-prick. "You're going to have to do all the work. I want you to fuck me hard, Clark. Just run me up and down. Think of it like you're masturbating to me. Have you masturbated to me?"

The idea had come to her suddenly, but she saw the farmboy's face blush all the way to his ears.

"Yes," he said softly.

"Then do it like that," Lois said. "I can take it. And Clark?"

"Yes?"

"I want to feel you cum inside me. Okay?"

"Okay, Lois," he said as he began to lower her onto his stiff Kryptonian cock. There was all the wonder in his voice as there was in a child's opening the presents on Christmas morning. "Okay..."

He left gravity pull her down until the onahole's ass rested on his balls. Lois gasped like a virgin, and he certainly hit virgin territory inside of her, Lois's labia spreading wide as all her weight settled on the base. His hands slid up her slender, almost tubular body, groped her breasts...and then he took hold of her, by hip and shoulder, and began to jerk off with her cunt.

She bobbed on his dick, utterly unable to control her own movements, but she controlled her cunt and that she squeezed whenever he was sliding her up, and relaxed whenever he slid her down. Lois stared into his face as he pulled her on and off his dick, faster and harder as she goaded him on with moans and cries, wriggled her base and felt the glans scrape against her g-spot.

It wasn't heaven. It was something Lois had never experienced before. This total lack of control, this utter surrender to a man's will...and if there was one man in all the world she trusted to fuck her properly, it was Clark Kent. Superman. Her Smallville.

Near the end, her pussy was just a blur. The heat of the friction approached the point of pain, and Lois shuddered as his thumb came down on her clit, vibrating hard and fast, and her whole body clamped down in a single massive orgasm that almost made her miss his own climax...

Superman's face contorted into a look of absolute bliss as he came inside a woman for the first time. Her body was so slick with sweat, the **** of the charge felt like it would lift her straight off his super-prick...but her strange body could handle it. And as rope after rope of hot sticky super-sperm assailed her cervix, he sighed...and let her sink back down, the slowly-softening cock plugging her hole. She fell forward and he hugged Lois to his chest, and the two shared a kiss, face-to-face.

"In the morning," she said weakly. "I want to try giving you a blowjob."

"Okay, Lois," Superman said. "Whatever you say."