End: Lois Lane Has To Cum!

Not every would-be hero makes it all the way to the end of the journey. Not every challenge and pitfall that they come across can be overcome. We laud and admire those who overcome terrible contests and great difficulties, because so many that have gone before them have failed. If every hero effortlessly overcame every foe, there would be little point to even calling them heroes. There would be no thrill as they faced the prospect of a defeat that would never come, for we would know from the beginning that they were destined to prevail.

This is a long way to say that Lois Lane, so new to having a penis, so hungry for sex, so utterly unprepared for the pleasures of a demonic skank's asshole, ejaculated almost immediately.

There was not even time for a scream.

To outside observers, it would have appeared that Lois Lane was simply sucked down and swallowed by that asshole, as an astronaut might be pulled through a hole in the wall between the inside of a space station and the great vacuum beyond. The reporter's entire body collapsed in an instant, her cock spewing out not just her first virile load but her very life essence, the entirety of her soul and intellect, a white-hot injection of pure soul-stuff deep into the core of the bottomless abyss that was the demonic skank's asshole, even as her body was swiftly broken down into its constituent elements and sucked up that Satanic shitter, never to be seen again.

Neron raised one blonde eyebrow and muttered a final rhyme.

Fucking slut,

You couldn't hold your load?

Lost in the rut,

Your soul is on hell's road!

Other heroines, perhaps, would answer the call. Investigate the missing women. Discover what terrible plans the demon Blaze had made, which had lured the reporter into this doom. In time, perhaps, the scarlet succubus behind the Black Door would be confronted and defeated.

Just not by Lois Lane.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter's awoke, as from a pleasant daydream. Skin like black latex clung tight to a supply body. A collar tugged at her neck, and she turned her eyeless face in that direction as strange scents and sounds came to her senses. She ran a black tongue over teeth dulled by the passage of a million cocks into rounded nubs. Great rubbery teats swung from her chest, a swollen ass shivered as a hand slapped it. Cruel tongues lashed her in barbarous languages, dialects of hell...

She wanted to scream as unseen hands plunged into her asshole, the rounded donut of a sphincter instinctively sucking down on the invaders. A terrible familiar odor filled her mouth as an unwashed prick pushed itself past lips that would not close. Hard blows rained on her rubbery body, that stung but did no damage as they guided latex-clad hands to grip and stroke their stinking manhoods.

A line was forming. Only a million or so of the damned, preparing for their one moment of surcease, to make all their untold years of **** in Hell that much more terrible. Trapped in the body of a demonic skank, the soul of Lois Lane began her stint as Hell's whore...and what happened to her there, as untold perversions were acted out upon her immortal body, as the lowest of the damned unleashed their carnal lusts on the helpless reporter, and what happened after...

Well. That is another story.