End: Lois Lane Is Pierced

Darkness covered the reporter. Darkness and cold. Left there alone with her pain, the hook digging into her ass, shivering, naked...

...yet terribly, most terribly, not alone.

She could feel the movement in the air. Hear the hiss and click of metal against metal. The blood pounding in her ears.

"Gravity," Blaze's voice came from the darkness. "Is not cruel, though many claim it is. Gravity is just. It applies to all alike. This invisible outside ****. You can try to escape it for a while, but it is constant, omnipresent...and it will drag you down eventually."

The reporter said nothing. This was all part of the ordeal. She just had to wait...trust...hope...

Hands parted her thighs, held them up. Cold, dry hands that stretched the reporter's legs out to either side. Exposing her most **** place.

"**** is the same way. That was the lesson Inanna learned, in the end. **** is inescapable. Put if off as long as you like, but even gods die. It doesn't matter how powerful you are, how clever you are, how untouchable you are. Every story ends the same way."

Fingers pulled at the reporter's labia. Lois grit her teeth as they tugged at the sensitive flesh. Yet she didn't really know what was about to happen...until she felt the pin-prick, cold and hard, against that distended flesh.

Blaze could have pushed the metal needle through fast. It could have been over in an instant. Yet to Lois Lane, it seemed as if she took her time threading the narrow rod through. Lois strained to avoid crying out...but she heard the wet drip of her blood on the floor, smelled the hot copper of it, even as the cold numbed her fingers and toes. The demon said nothing as the needle went all the way through the flesh...a hot channel of pain, worse than when Lois had her ears pierced...and then, following it, the cold as the ring was slid in through the bloody wound.

"You're very brave, to hold it in," Blaze said. "But I am a succubus. I feel your pain, your terror. It is...delicious."

The demon let go of the reporter's labia...and thumb and forefinger grabbed the lips, on the other side. Lois Lane's breasts heaved. Cold sweat dripped down her ribs. Hot blood ran in rivulets down her thigh.

The gore-stained needle pressed against her flesh once again. Lois choked back the scream as Blaze repeated the procedure. It was almost worse this time, because Lois knew what was coming...and the demon, knowing she knew, drew out the procedure. Twisted the needle back and forth. Pushed slowly but firmly. Watching, in eyes that could see in that Stygian darkness, as the flesh bulged between her fingers where the needle pushed through the sensitive flesh. The bright spurt of blood as it pierced clean through, dribbling over her fingers.

When the second ring was in place, Lois hung her head. She thought she could hear a sound that might be Blaze's tongue, licking the reporter's tongue over her fingers.

"You think you understand what I've said. But you don't, not really. You still think you're going to be rescued. You need to accept the gravity of the situation, Lois. The reality...that you are going to die here."

There was the clink of metal on metal...and Lois felt her stomach churn. Her violated pussy ached, the cold made her shiver uncontrollably, but this was different...she felt as much as heard the clicks, the tug at her rings. The reporter wanted to ask what was going on, but her tongue seemed numb, stuck to the roof of her mouth, her lungs frozen from the cold air.

Dimly, vision came to Lois. She wasn't sure if some source of light had been unleashed, or if her own eyes had adjusted to the darkness...but the reporter saw the shadow of a horned woman before her. Holding something in her hands. Something...round and dark. A sphere. A...

Blaze let the cannonball fall to the floor. The chains pulled taut as gravity took hold. The rings in Lois Lane's labia they were welded to pulled down...and Lois Lane screamed as her pussy lips stretched four inches from her body, the cannonball hanging just two inches above the floor.

With the added weight, the hook tore at the reporter's ass. The binding bit into her wrists. Every nerve and muscle came alive in agony...and Blaze smiled.

By the time the door opened, and Superman stood limned in the doorway, the cannonball now rested on the floor. Lois Lane's labia stretched grotesquely from her body, the piercings crusted with blood that had gone black and scabby. Nor had that been the end of Blaze's amusements. Smaller weights hung from rings piercing Lois Lane's clitoral hood and breasts, the small breasts now drooping downwards under the weight. Her ears were a forest of smaller rings, from which small iron bars descended, the lobes gaping and distended.

Blood trickled down in the cuts from her wrists, and between her thighs...the asshole fissured so that every slight movement brought a whimper from lips that had been pierced with six rings. Even her eyebrows were festooned, the tiny weights dangling from them against her cheeks made it hard to lift her head.

"It's all right, Lois," Superman said as with a bright flash, the chain holding the hook was severed. "The women told us what happened...where to find you. You're alright."

More bursts of heat...and then he was in his arms. Wrapped in his cape. Out the door, into the sky...and Lois Lane smiled through the blood and pain, for she had always known, all through Blaze's sadistic ****, that there was one man for whom gravity held no hold...