End: Lois Lane Is Fucking Someone Else

Superman's eyes were the deep blue of a summer sky above Kansas. Yet the eyes of the figure that penetrated her now were white—pure white, without pupil or iris—and a strange, knowing half-smile twisted his lips in a way she had never seen the Man of Steel smile. With a cold shudder down her spine, Lois Lane knew that whoever was fucking her now, it wasn't Superman.

What was worse, she could tell that they knew. Could read in her eyes the sudden fear, the uncertainty. Pushed that now-hateful cock in deep, and Lois gasped in mingled pleasure and horror as it stretched her cunt beyond what she was used to, the great head rubbing against her g-spot, the heat radiating out throughout her twat. It felt perfect, as though her cunt had been made for nothing else but as a sheath for this prick...but it was also wrong, so wrong.

"What's the matter, Lois?" He said, and it was Superman's voice. "Doesn't it feel good? Isn't this what you always wanted? To feel the Man of Steel inside of you? Fucking you so perfectly?"

Belatedly, Lois tried to fight back...to kick and scream...but the hands that gripped her were like cords of steel. She bruised her hands against the hard, wet skin as though it was made of stone. The whole time...the whole time her back was pressed against the shower, those hands held her in place, the cock pumped and pistoned into her pussy. Lois drove her thumbs into those eyes and the nails shattered against eyeballs as hard as ball bearings, and the false Superman laughed.

"You're powerless Lois. You invited me in. Just enjoy it. Enjoy your fantasy. I know I am. I've never had a cunt this tight, this hot, this eager. You may scream and carry on, but deep down inside you want this...want to be taken roughly, want more than that..." The voice dropped down into a whisper. "You want his cum inside you, don't you? Want to feel what it would be like. Well...I can make that dream come true."

Lois felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to beg, to cry, to do anything. But she was trapped...helpless...and for a minute the figure, the demon in Superman's shape sped up. The reporter let out a wail as he jackhammered her cunt, harder and faster than before, pounding her pussy like it had never been pounded. It hurt...though Lois couldn't see it she could feel the hot drip of blood ooze down her thighs as her labia tore a little. Lois screamed in her assailant's face...and then she felt it.

Balls deep inside of her, the cock froze and their eyes locked. Lois quivered, suddenly paralyzed...and the cock throbbed, painfully stretching her cunny out...and heat filled her insides. It radiated outwards from a hand's breath beneath her navel, slowly flowing down toward the entrance of her cunt....and then Lois shook as her whole body contracted around that cock, legs shaking, lungs frozen silver stars exploding before her eyes.

The cock, spent, its job done, slipped out of Lois. The liquid mass of the cum, thick as molasses, slowly oozed out of her...and the false Superman lowered the reporter down until she sat propped splayed-legged on the floor of the shower. Head hanging down, staring at the open wound that was her pussy. Blood and a black, oily substance flowed out of her violated pussy toward the shower drain.

One strong hand grabbed the reporter's hair and pulled her head back...so that they could wipe the blood and last vestiges of black jizz over Lois Lane's face. A final gesture of humiliation.

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," the false Superman said...and then they left. Left Lois there in the shower, quivering and quaking in pain and shame, unable to process what had just happened, what she was going to do. Too numb yet to be angry, guilty, or ashamed, though all of those emotions bubbled under the surface of her shock and pain. Running through her head all the events of the night, all the different choices she could have made to prevent this from happening...

In the night, out of earshot, Blaze let the Superman glamour melt from her. The demon laughed, a black mirth that only came over her in moments of greatest personal triumph. The degradation she had dealt to Lois Lane was far less than the reporter deserved...but it pleased her to have defiled Superman's love interest, if for no other reason than that the opportunity had presented itself. She laughed at the weakness of mortals, and indulged in her delight at the reporter's pain and humiliation.

Blaze's only regret was that she couldn't do it again.