End: Lois Isn't Going Anywhere

The reporter's eyes narrowed. Her breasts felt like they were going to explode. Yet the meanness of Angelica Blaze's words cut through the nascent fog wrapped around her brain, and the heat that left her bare twat to drip on the floor. She focused on the figure in front of her—and every journalistic instinct told her that this was the one, the boss, the person behind it all. Not the men out there with their pills and cameras. Here with her.

Right where Lois Lane wanted her.

"Whoopsie!" Lois said, and gave her best ditzy smile. "I should turn off my phone. Wouldn't want it to ring during a shoot! Somebody might come looking for me."

The naked, oiled-up reporter turned and grabbed the phone in the pocket of her jacket...fumbled a little, like the brain-drained bimbo she would have been, if she'd had a little more of that ****...and covertly pressed the ultrasonic signal device that Superman had given her.

The reporter straightened up and tapped at her screen.

"You think I should take a selfie?" Lois asked the dark-haired woman who stood, non-plussed but evidently surprised at the reporter's casual attitude. "Like, one of those one-finger challenge things?"

"They'll see all of you, soon enough," Angelica growled. "I'll make sure there's a picture of them holding your cunt and ass wide open on the cover of the DVD."

"That sounds hot!" Lois said as she hit the emergency speed dial for the Justice League. "Do you think I can get some copies? You know, hand out to friends?"

Blaze's hand closed on the smartphone.

"Give me that! You're supposed to go out there and get f—"

Lois remembered to close her eyes when she hit the button on the flash. Blaze closed her eyes, momentarily blind...and the naked reporter rammed her hand forward to slam the thin edge of the phone against the woman's nose. The blow caught Angelica Blaze off-balance, and Lois Lane's right leg caught her knee as she fell back. The joint bent, and Blaze fell backwards over a chair, which smashed on the floor beneath her.

The naked reporter was on her in a moment. She held the phone straight in the woman's face, the flash going off again and again, as Lois Lane's left hand grabbed at her throat, thumb seeking to depress the larynx and cut off her oxygen.

Which worked for precious seconds. Until the tall woman beneath her began to grow and shift. The skin turned red as blood, and dark horns burst out from the wide brow, so fast that one crashed straight through the reporter's smartphone. Lois found herself staring down into a lean, demonic countenance. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris burned with a hateful light, and with a superhuman display of strength the demon's entire body flexed, sending the naked, oiled-up reporter off of her as easily as an NFL linebacker tossing off a small child.

"You're not quite a bimbo yet, are you?" Angelica Blaze said, her voice deeper and huskier, her accent thicker. With unnatural ease, Blaze stood up...in one single motion, like Nosferatu rising from his crypt, ankles pulling the lanky red form aright. Lois Lane, whose ass hurt painfully from where she had landed, noticed that the clothes had shifted to a kind of orange sarong which barely concealed the demon's genitals and small scarlet breasts, held together by a kind of metal belt of leering demonic faces.

"Clever girl. But it won't save you. A little more of my ****, and you'll be a brainless cunt...just like the rest of them. I'll whore you out until you're a disease-ridden shell unable to spell your own name...and then, and only then, will I allow you to die so that you can serve me forever in hell!"

She meant it, too. Lois could feel her heart hammer in her chest as she crawled backwards away from the demon, still playing for time, still praying for...

There was a crash from the ceiling. Blaze turned...and a golden lasso wrapped around the demon and jerked her away from the naked reporter.

On her hands and knees, Lois Lane crawled toward the shattered doorway, her swollen breasts pressed against the floor as she watched the battle. Superman and Wonder Woman held the demon, whose claws were raised to fire streams of black lightning at Green Lantern and Zatanna. The Flash was a crimson blur around the edges, carrying naked bimbos away and tying up gangsters and crew. A piercing, avian shriek was followed by Hawkgirl launching herself at the demon. White lightning crackled around her mace and streamed behind it. Black lightning burst from the demon's eyes. The mace struck Blaze's skull with a momentous crack...

The demon's horn, still impaling Lois Lane's smartphone, landed mere inches from where she lay.

The clash of powers set off a shockwave that knocked everyone away from the lanky red figure. Blaze staggered, panted, raised her arms...and then a green figure floated through the floor behind her, like a ghost. His outstretched fingers touched her head very lightly, and Lois Lane heard a single word echo through her mind, as though whispered from the base of her skull.

<<Sleep.>>

Blaze collapsed. There heroes picked themselves up. Lois Lane saw red boots come toward her. A red cape fluttered down to cover her naked body.

Superman knelt to help her up.

"Lois?" he said, voice full of concern. "Are you...alright?"

The naked reporter grinned, suddenly aware of how careful he was not to stare at her swollen breasts.

"Superman," she said. "Just wait until you hear the night out I've had!"