End: Lois Lane's Cock Is Stronger

It was there, on the ground, the New God's boot grinding into Lois Lane's erection, all of Apokalips screaming from the stands, that something broke within the dickgirl reporter. Her eyes narrowed. Fingers dug into the dirt of the arena floor. Her pelvic muscles strained...and Stompa, pressing all of her weight and power against the recumbent reporter, watched unbelieving as her leg was **** back...back...and then with a surge Lois thrust her hips toward the sky and the New God was throne backward, falling heavily onto her back.

In an instant, Lois Lane was on top of her. The mighty rod throbbed and quivered, aching for release. The dickgirl crawled over the stunned New God, who too late attempted to grapple with the reporter, to crush her, to rip her limb from limb—but by then Lois had seized on her opponent's helmet, thrust the tip of her cock against the bared teeth...

The reporter's buttocks rose...slammed down...and the crowd went silent as teeth that could bite through mild steel shattered. The New God choked as the diamond-hard shaft pushed past the broken stumps, the shards little more than an erotic tingle to the reporter's invulnerable cock as she pushed deeper...deeper.

Blind panic caused Stompa to grasp the reporter's hips, to try and pull her off, but Lois Lane laughed hollowly and tightened her grip as she **** her cock down into the god's tight, hot throat. Strength drove the reporter's flexing hips...strength that broke the feeble grips of the New God. That slammed her crotch down against the broken, bleeding face with a **** more powerful than a locomotive. Again and again the reporter's buttocks rose and fell, and across the silent arena all of Apokolips watched as their favorite champion of the Female Furies was face-fucked into submission.

"Glk...glk...glk...gkk...gk...g..."

Wet chokes broke down into sloppy gasps. Air wheezed through Stompa's nostrils as the echo of Lois Lane's cock violating her throat echoed throughout the silent arena.

Sometime after Stompa had ceased her struggles, Lois pulled her cock free. The air was hot and rancid in her lungs, and the burning glow of the energy pits illumined the reporter's naked body.

Something terrible had been awoken inside of Lois Lane. First by Lex Luthor's experiments, and then by the harsh arena of Apokolips. The reporter felt the power in her frame for the first time. Determination fired her soul. She was through running. If these alien gods wanted a fight...Lois would fuck them up.

Perhaps literally.

Gaudily-clad forms filtered into the arena. The remaining Female Furies aligned themselves against this interloper from Earth who had felled two of their mightiest. Lois Lane's lips curled back as she assayed the array of warrior women before her in their garish costumes. Stompa's blood ran down the length of her cock, still as hard as ever.

"You...are all...MY...bitches!" Lois screamed.

The naked reporter charged at them...her feet barely seemed to touch the ground...and her night out ended in a melee that would either see her broken, or the Female Furies fucked into submission. Little did Lois Lane know that her night out had ended...and her legend had begun.