End: Lois Lane Is Saved

Lois Lane wiggled as far as she could, but her bonds were tight. Naked and tied to a chair, the reporter could do nothing but watch the yellow-white purified demonic jizz flow down the tube...

The light above flickered. There was a distant boom.

Blaze spun around, black lightning dancing around her fingertips.

"No! Not now..."

There was a crash as a wall collapsed...and standing in the rubble Superman stood like a statue, his red cape fluttering, hands balled into fists, the little black cowlick perfectly in place. Behind him, Lois Lane could see the black-caped figure of Gotham's Caped Crusader.

"Bitches, attack!" Blaze howled.

The naked dickgirls launched themselves at Superman. Mighty as the Kryptonian was, he also had the moral fortitude of Mr. Rogers and the sexual experience of a Buddhist monk. Faced with four pairs of flapping titties and small, hard wangs, the Man of Steel was more unprepared than the pope in a strip bar. Before Lois could blink twice, they were hanging off his arms and legs. Even all together, their weight and mass was completely meaningless to an alien demigod that could crack planets in half...provided he could stop blushing and bring himself to shake off the naked sluts.

Batman left the big blue boyscout and and sidestepped Blaze's bitchsquad, moving to intercept the demon herself.

Black lightning crackled up and down Blaze's arms. The dress tore as the demon suddenly cast off her mortal guise...Lois saw skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, black horns curling back from her forehead, that hard scarlet dick tearing through her dress to point menacingly at Gotham's Dark Knight.

"Mortal fool!" The scarlet succubus hissed. "I'm going to **** your ass!"

The Caped Crusader held three batarangs in his left hand.

"Bigger dickgirls than you have tried!" He growled.

Lois Lane was entranced at the spectacle...but she also noticed that the line of jizz had passed below her nose. It was heading through the gag in her mouth; in only a few seconds it was going to pour down the tube in her throat, straight into her stomach.

With incredible gentleness, Superman was gently knocking out the dickgirls and disentangling himself from them. Batman jumped and dodged dark arcs of black magic, twisting himself in mid-air in an athletic contortion normally only seen in hundred-million dollar Hollywood action movies, batarangs flying. Bottles of XXXX exploded as the demonic collateral damage, but it was the way that the batarangs bit into Blaze's flesh and made the demon stagger and bleed that surprised demon and reporter both.

"What the hell are these things made of?" Blaze hissed in pain as she pulled one of the tiny weapons out of her face.

"Silver-edged, with holy water reservoir," Batman grunted. He had closed the distance with the demon, and for the first time the reporter noticed the heavy metal knuckleduster on his right fist. "And this...was blessed by the Pope."

Superman was a gentleman. Batman was not. Stooping low, the Dark Knight's uppercut came up between the demonic demon's legs...and Lois swore she head the heavy sack pop as his blow drove the testicles straight up inside the demon's body.

That was when Lois found out that even demons can cry, dark tears squinting out of their cheeks as they collapse into a fetal ball, hands grasping their crushed testicles as blood drooled out of their dick.

Superman was at Lois Lane's side in an instant, pinching tight the hose and slowly drawing it out of her mouth.

"It's okay, Lois," he said. "You're safe now. We've saved you."

Lois Lane coughed, her throat sore, her stomach roiling...and she could feel her clit throb. Even as Superman undid her bonds, the reporter could feel her body begin to spasm uncontrollably, her hips jerking, pussy on fire...Superman held her close, concern in his innocent blue eyes as a sharp, stabbing pain ripped through Lois Lane's crotch...and then her vision dimmed as she felt blood or something running down her thighs, and Batman was saying something about a hospital.

The night was dying when the doctors had finished with Lois. Superman was pacing in the waiting room like an anxious father. Lois Lane was dressed—they had found her a pair of baggy sweatpants, socks, sneakers, and a T-shirt from last month's run-for-the-cure. She signed the paperwork and tore the little plastic medical bracelet off her arm.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Tired," she said, and didn't elaborate. "I want to go home. And I want to hear what happened with Blaze and the women."

"I'll give you a ride."

Lois Lane didn't argue as he slipped his arm under her knees, braced himself for a moment...and then they were up, up and away.

She could feel the cock between her legs, against the thin fabric of the sweatpants. Lois didn't feel different, and the doctor had confirmed that she was still anatomically, mostly female. Except that now her clitoris had been replaced with a cock. To her, right then, snuggled in Superman's arms, Lois didn't know how she felt about that.

Or how Superman felt about that.

The Man of Steel told her how Blaze had been taken into custody; her accomplices and victims had been rolled up and taken to treatment. Except Lois Lane knew how that would go. Nothing Blaze had done had been some Red Kryptonite mutation. It had been awakening something inherent in each of them.

"The doctors say it's permanent." She said, as Superman set them down on her balcony. Lois opened the door and they came in. "Unless I get it surgically removed."

"Is that what you want?" He said.

She looked at him, the purple eyes near tears. He quietly closed the door to the balcony.

"Maybe I can help you with that," he said...and before Lois Lane could ask Superman what he meant, he had dropped down to one knee before her. The reporter's eyes grew wide, heart hammering in her breast...but he wasn't pulling out a ring. He was pulling down her sweat pants.

The hard cock popped free. There were testicles too, the doctor said, but they hadn't descended. Internal to her body. Superman's breath blew across the dick, warm as a summer breeze, and it stiffened and began to drool.

"You're beautiful, Lois," he said...and closing his eyes, the most powerful man in the planet opened her mouth, extended his tongue, and took the head of Lois Lane's cock into his mouth.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Lois Lane swore as she felt those lips slide around his shaft. He moved forward, gently but eagerly, lips sliding down her shaft, taking her all the way into his throat.

Just as dawn was about to chase away the night, Lois looked out at the balcony. A dark shadow knelt there, cape blowing in the wind. Batman gave her a thumb's up...and then he was gone.

For a moment, a stab of jealousy went through Lois. How had Batman known? How did Superman learn to suck cock, anyhow?

Then an urgent need grasped the reporter, and her hips began to move on their own. She grabbed Superman's head, fingers tusseling that black hair as she felt that terrible pressure build up at the base of her cock...and then a line of fire that seemed to stretch from deep within her, through the whole length of her girlcock, to explode messily in Superman's throat.

As he gulped down her jizz, Lois Lane sighed, and hugged him close.

"I think...we've got a different sort of relationship now," Lois said. She bit her lip. "But uh...I think it's only fair. If you suck my cock, I get to suck yours."

Though her night out had ended, the story of Lois Lane, Dickgirl Reporter, had only just begun.