End: Lois Goes For The Info She Came Looking For

We're all born nude, Lois Lane thought as she headed into the club, naked as the day she was born. While Rat slinked behind her, hands between his legs to cover his shame, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter moved naturally, carefully and deliberately unselfconscious and relaxed...and so blended in well with the crowd of thrillseekers, who were more focused on hooking up or enjoying the spectacle of others committing sex acts in public than idle chit chat.

She had thought that her new appendage, tucked inside her pussy and holding in the dripping spunk from earlier tonight, would cause comment, but it was almost as if no-one saw it. The reporter did her best not to draw attention to it, and in turn the club-goers seemed more interested in her tits than her pussy or the cock trapped inside of it.

Yet Lois Lane wasn't the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter for nothing. She got a drink and schmoozed. A word here, a laugh there, her violet eyes flashing as she looked where other people weren't looking, ears keen to catch every mumbled word, working her way through the crowd as she introduced herself an Rat, the anguished, embarrassed man a subject of ridicule and amusement, but also a great icebreaker...

Because everyone needed their two-cock minimum, and Rat was a dick that wasn't spoken for.

Lois almost felt like a pimp as she offered his cock for sucking and fucking. Rat's watery eyes blinked in disbelief as women and men dropped to their knees to taste him. She held his hand and told him how brave he was as two men took turns punching his own ticket. The night wore on in a friendly, sex-positive party.

Slowly, Lois put together the pieces of a disturbing puzzle. Someone named Blaze was behind the club. A woman of nearly magnetic charisma who seduced women to work here, who used this club as the center for a web of influence she was spinning out over Metropolis and beyond. The mayor's aide was at the club tonight, and local television personalities, athletes, the president of Metropolis University, LexCorp executives, mid-level Intergang sub-bosses. All smiles and laughter as they fucked and suck, drank and smoked, laughed and joked.

Yet there was something missing from the eyes of the waitresses that Blaze had seduced. Something mechanical in their step, languid in the way they moved. There was no excitement as they moaned, letting anyone and everyone fuck or finger them, dropping to their knees to suck prick or lick pussy at a word. Utterly subservient, but beyond that, utterly desolate, empty, unengaged with what they were doing. Like living, breathing sex dolls. There was no lust, no anger, no...nothing.

Lois Lane had seen many cultists who had **** heir members into a state of willing obedience, who had **** them to the gills, who had broken their bodies and minds...but nothing like this.

Among their number, Lois recognized the missing women. She knew their names, their pictures from social media. But none of them responded to those names, barely responded to anything Lois said unless it was an order for drink or sex. Once, Lois managed to get them to point out the bathroom, but that was the most she'd gotten from any of them.

By the end of the night, Rat was fucked out. An older woman with sagging tits was sucking on his limp prick, and more by sheer effort than arousal he managed to squirt a white dribble across her face...and then she laughed and smiled as he pissed on her right there in front of the thinned-out crowd. The rest of the group clapped politely.

It wasn't until the wee hours, when Rat slumped **** on a bench, utterly spent, that Lois realized there were no other guests...only the milling waitresses with their soulless eyes. Lois took the opportunity, despite her own exhaustion, to try once more with the women. She grabbed one—Diana Reynolds, a tall blonde with a thin, lean physique that suited her as a dance major—and asked a straightforward question.

"Where is Blaze?"

The response was a tap on the reporter's shoulder. She spun around...and stared straight into he small breasts of a woman a head taller than herself. A woman whose trim, fit body was like a human built on the lines of a greyhound, all lean muscle and bones showing through taut skin. Long dark hair spilled down from a broad forehead, and the eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris.

Yet when immediately grabbed the reporter's attention was the long, hard cock that jutted out from Blaze's crotch, poking Lois in the navel.

"Almost closing time, Lois Lane," the dickgirl's voice was husky, with an accent that Lois couldn't place. "I'm impressed you've gotten this far; anyone else might have gotten distracted or chickened out. Yet here you are. That deserved a little award, don't you think?"

Lois couldn't speak as the long arms drew her close. Blaze knelt down, her mouth closing over the reporter's. Inside of her, the dickgirl reporter could feel her cock stiffening suddenly, pushing deeper into her own cunny. When Blaze broke the kiss, the reporter was trembling with a sexual heat she hadn't felt all evening...and then the waitresses closed in on Lois, grabbing her arms and legs. The reporter tried to fight as they bent her over a table, but there was to many, naked women with soulless eyes...and then a dribble of lube oozed down the crack of her ass.

"A two cock minimum," Blaze said. "And your friend Rat is spent. But don't worry Lois. We'll count the cock stuffed inside your own cunt as one—and I'll give you the other."

Pressed down by so many bodies, Lois Lane couldn't even voice a protest as something warm and hard pressed against her ass...and then the press slackened a little and Lois sucked in air, just to let out a kind of groan as the lube-slick cock penetrated her. The dick trapped in her pussy throbbed as Blaze's cock slid deeper. Lois was getting fucked in both her pussy and ass at the same time...and each cock was stimulating the other, making her tight holes even tighter.

Blaze was slow. Her hands kneaded the reporter's ass as her long cock slowly slid in and out. As she fucked Lois, the dickgirl told her all about her plan...a single, endless villainous monologue of endless boredom only assuaged by little operations like this, a respite from an eternity of crime and corruption...how she had seduced each of these women, how they had exchanged their immortal souls for fleeting pleasures.

"And every time, like a bee to a flower, some little do-gooder comes sniffing around to ruin my fun," Blaze whispered in the reporter's ear. "Which is why I've learned to set my web carefully and wait...and now, here you are."

"You...won't get away with this!" Lois said when she found her voice. Her whole body quaked and shivered, on the very cusp of orgasm...and Blaze sped up, her balls slapping into Lois Lane's stuffed pussy...and before Lois knew it, she was pushed over her limit.

A moan tore from her throat as, for the second time tonight, Lois Lane ejaculated into her own unprotected cunt, coated her own cervix with her virile seed. The warm, liquid flush as Blaze's jizz flooded her bowels was simply an exclamation mark to the conclusion Lois had already reached.

She was fucked.

"Oh, I already have," Blaze said, rubbing the reporter's ass as her softening dick retreated out of Lois Lane's butt. "I'm ending this little game. By morning, there will be no trace of my presence here. My little toys will go back to their old lives, with vague memories of working for a sex club. Rat will remember this as the greatest night of his life. And you, Lois Lane, will find yourself intersex and knocked up with your own spunk. My reward for being the bee that found its flower at last."

Lois swallowed hard...and her stomach sank. The devil's laughter haunted her...

...and it all came out just as she said. One minute, Lois Lane was being fucked in the ass, held down by the soulless slaves Lois had mistaken as a cult. The next moment, she was one of many naked women, confused as though they had awakened from a deep sleep.

With her cock still lodged in her pussy, Lois woke up Rat and they reclaimed their clothes. Calls were made, social services alerted, interviews were taken...but by dawn, Lois Lane was left with an empty sex club and no trace of Blaze. Even the altar was empty, swept clean.

As morning broke over Metropolis and Lois Lane's night out came to an end, Rat wandered away with a mumbled thanks and goodbye...and the reporter laid a hand on her midsection. If Blaze was right, there was still time for a morning-after pill. Lois still had no idea what or how she was supposed to live with a cock and a pussy, much less a baby too. She chewed the thought over and over in her head as her heavy steps dragged her toward home...and by the time she collapsed into bed, Lois Lane still had not made up her mind.