End: Lois In Chastity

Blaze brought her hands together over her breasts. Black lightning crackled between her fingers. Lois Lane smelled smoke and ozone...and when the small displace had ended, she saw something strange between the woman's fingers.

It was of black metal, and shaped like a drooping cage, with a thick band at the base with alternating spikes and runes. A small tube protruded from the middle, leading to a hole in the front of the thing.

Lois paused in her fucking. She frowned.

"What is that?"

"A cage," Blaze said. "For your—my—cock."

The slim fingers turned over, showing the small lock, the little black key. the handle was shaped like a heart, perforated by a little hole, through which ran a fine chain.

"So..." Lois took a breath. "I wear that. During the day. It comes off whenever you want to fuck me or I want to fuck you."

Blaze nodded. A little smile on her lips.

"I suppose," Lois said, as her hips began to move again, sliding the cock in and out of that tight ass which had, not so long ago, been her own. "Every relationship needs its little sacrifices. You give up crime and carry our baby..."

"...and you keep our cock solely for our pussy." Blaze finished.

Lois Lane looked down at herself. Here she was, in almost an identical version of her own body but with a cock, fucking her own already-pregnant self. Making plans for the future. Thinking about how she was going to cum inside of her next. Nothing like how the reporter had ever thought this night would end.

"Will it hurt?" Lois asked, picking up the pace. Watching the blush of sexual arousal across her other-self's features, the pupils in the violet eyes expanding as her ass was fucked faster and harder.

"I-it's a bit uncomfortable. At first." Blaze said, her voice the same, the exactly same except for a hint of accent and tone. "You will be distracted. You will think of me. Beg me to take it off when I get home."

"And you're not going to have any visitors?" Lois growled, her heavy balls slapping against that ass. She could feel the familiar pressure building at the base of her cock now, body getting ready to unleash another torrent of sperm, but she wanted to hold off as long as she could. "You'll be a good girl? No fucking anyone behind my back!"

The violet eyes glowed from within. "Return and I return, keep thy faith and so shall I."

An electric tingle seemed to go down Lois Lane's spine. She brought her hand down to the familiar cunt, thumb rubbing against that clit. The reporter wanted to see her cum while getting fucked in the ass, and if Lois knew herself, she was almost there.

"Okay," Lois said, plunging her cock in harder and fast, thumb rubbing faster and faster at the clit. "I'll do it. I'll wear it. But I'm going to ride your cunt and ass and throat every day when I get home."

Then Blaze smiled—not a secret smile, not a natural smile, but one of Lois Lane's smiles, the smile she smiled when genuinely happy and surprised, all of her defensive barriers down—and then those eyes rolled up in her head and she began to squirt, hot juice spraying from her pussy, body tensing, toes curling, and as her asshole clamped down on Lois Lane's cock the dickgirl winced. Every thrust felt like she was about to drag the pregnant woman's asshole out of her body...and after three such poundings Lois Lane pressed balls deep and unloaded what felt like her entire soul into her lover's shithole.

Suddenly lightheaded, Lois retracted her half-erect dick, and collapsed onto the bed. Blaze set the chastity cage on the bed between them. They panted, those two strange women, almost identical. The pregnant woman reached down, fingers cupping Lois Lane's testicles.

"I am worth it," Blaze promised, as she moved southwards. Lois groaned as she felt the lips seize her half-erect cock, which had only moments ago been in Blaze's ass.

Lois Lane wasn't sure what the future would bring, what kind of relationship that they would have. In the space of the night she had gained a cock, a girlfriend, and a baby on the way. She had promised to lock herself in chastity and not fuck anyone else. There were thousands of ways that this could go wrong, and so few in which they could go right...yet as Blaze did her best to suck the sperm out of the half-erect cock, and Lois Lane looked down at her "twin" and realized what all of her boyfriends must have seen when she had done as much for them...she realized that Blaze was right.

It was worth it.