End: Lois Lane Cries Out For Rescue...

...and someone answered.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter's eyes went wide as Maria pulled on the strap-on...but the lust-crazed dickgirl reporter wasn't focused on the rapacious young woman. She looked at the shadow that darkened the doorway behind her. Whose hand came down, lightly, to touch Maria's shoulder.

Maria's eyes rolled up into the back of her head. The figure caught her and lowered her gently to the floor...and Lois Lane blinked as she saw who her "hero" was.

Clark Kent.

Dressed in the same ill-fitting suit that she had seen him in earlier that day, broad shoulders filling the doorway.

"How...?" Lois asked.

"I followed you to the club. Lost you when you went downstairs. I thought something was fishy when you went back here...and I heard you call out." He said, as if that explained it all.

Then he knelt on the mattress. For the first time, the mostly-naked reporter realized how big he was. Clark Kent was taller than she was, with the shoulders of a linebacker. Before she could stop him, he reached down between her legs...and then a terrible sense of relief ran through her, as something clicked and the steel cage came away from her trapped prick.

"I...I can explain..." Lois said as she wondered how, exactly, she was going to explain how she had grown a dick.

Then she heard Clark undo his belt.

It was madness. It made no sense. Yet Lois Lane offered no resistance as he freed his own, much bigger and rock-hard erection. Could only watch numbly as he drizzled on the lub from a small packet in his pants...and then **** her down against the filthy matress.

His mouth closed on hers as his cock slid under her balls. Pressed against her tight pucker. She slipped her tongue past his teeth as the head of his cock squeezed inside her ass.

Lois Lane wasn't ready to make love with Clark Kent. Not like this. Not on her night out.

Yet sometimes, love happens when you least expect it.

Down below, in her black robes, Blaze tapped her foot impatiently. She had laid down the clues, expected Lois Lane to be here by now...

"You're sure you saw her at the bar?" the demon said.

"Yes, your unholiness," the bearded men with the chastity cages said.

The demon shook her head. She didn't have time for a scrying spell. There were rituals to perform, and little time to do it in.

"Fine, let's just get the show on the road..."

Lois Lane did not find the missing women that night. Nor did her body go back to normal. Nor, in the end, did she care. Lois and Clark left the club, arm in arm, as his sperm seeped out of her aching ass...and if she had been buggered sore, she didn't mind it one bit. Certainly, the thought that she had missed out on whatever nefarious plot Blaze had going nettled...but there would be other nights out. Other opportunities. For right now...

"You think you can fuck my ass again, Smallville?"

"Always," Clark Kent said. "Whenever you want."

It was a promise he would fulfill.