End: Lube Wrestling

"Now remember!" Angelica Blaze's voice boomed out. "No biting! No scratching! If you submit, you're fucked! If you leave the ring, you're fucked! If you're knocked out, you're fucked! When one cunt-testant falls, another takes her place! Last cunt standing wins the prize—ten thousand dollars, and all the pussy she can eat!"

Lois Lane, naked and ankle-deep in lube, swallowed hard. She had been prepared for wrestling, but this was...basically an excuse for an orgy. The reporter could see the crowd start to unzip, rubbing cocks hard and pussies wet...and Lois realized that Blaze meant the losers were going to get fucked very literally.

The dark-haired reporter's violet eyes narrowed. Lana Lang was in her corner, and her pussy was on the line. It was fight or be fucked, and Lois was in no mood to be ****.

These bitches were going down.

A bell rang. Tonya Wong and the Black woman rushed at Lois together, working around the deeper puddle of lube in the middle of the ring. Lois responded with a high kick that splashed lube in Tonya's eyes...then ducked the Black woman's first grab, turning and twisting her body, right hand coming up to bury itself in the dark brown midriff.

The Black woman staggered, slipped, and fell into the middle of the ring with a splash. Tonya Wong, half-blind, wrapped her hands around Lois Lane's back. The reporter's training kicked in. Her right hand slapped the smaller woman's right hip, and Tonya instinctively shifted left as Lois shifted right...the reporter's left hand coming down and slapping hard against her opponent's pussy, fingers curling and shoving inside.

Tonya gasped in pain and lost her grip as Lois squeezed hard. The reporter spun, grabbed the the Asian woman's shoulder, and with a heave of her whole body lifted her opponent up by her cunt and over the ropes.

The crowd surged forward, falling on the naked woman who clutched desperately at the ropes, pulling her off. Lois spared the stricken young woman she had come to save only a single glance—after all, it was nothing less than what Tonya Wong would have done with her.

The Black woman, glistening with lube, had crawled to her feet in the center of the ring. On the opposite corner, another naked woman was climbing through the ropes. Lois recognized her from the other women who had gone missing. Diana Reynolds, 19 years old, reddish copper hair and greenish-blue eyes. Thicker and taller than Tonya, a barista and literature major...but now her teeth were bared and her fingers clutched and unclutched. She smiled at Lois, raised two fingers to her face, and flicked her tongue through it.

The reporter gave her the finger as she circled around to the left, already thinking hard. There were two more opponents after these two...and Lois couldn't afford a long, drawn-out match. Unlike some women, Lois Lane's father had prepared his daughters to fight—she had gone through the same unarmed combat courses that every soldier in the United States Army took, over and over. Which is why she had to end this as quickly as possible.

The Black woman tried and failed to keep both Lois and Diana in her sights at once. The second her gaze shifted toward the newcomer, the reporter launched herself forward. Her opponent looked back just in time to catch the reporter's knee to the face. Cartilage crumpled in her nose and blood spurted. Both women went down, but Lois was on top—and the redhead, hovering too close, was caught when Lois Lane reached out and snagged her ankle, pulling Diana off her feet.

There was a confusion of blood and lube, naked female bodies squirming over each other. Lois didn't try to regain her feet. Every time the Black woman tried to rise, a firm kick into her wounded face sent her sprawling back into the puddle. Diana kicked and screamed, but she had no ground game; even slippery with lube Lois could find holds, dragging the young woman toward her, grabbing at limbs...and then there was a shriek as the naked reporter, breasts glistening and heaving, moved into an armlock.

"Submit, or I'll break your fucking arm," Lois growled, the first words she'd said since the match began...and pulling at the slick flesh until the shoulder was almost dislocated, Diana screamed her surrender. Hooked poles reached out from the side of the ring to catch the naked woman. Lois didn't look as she was pulled out, to join Tonya Wong's fate as the crowd's plaything and cumdump.

The Black woman was on her hands and knees, gore streaming from her face. Lois slid onto her back and grabbed the woman's hair. With all the ferocity she could muster the reporter slammed her face again and again into the puddle, screaming in her ear: "TAP OUT! TAP OUT! I'll stop if you tap the fuck out!"

Eventually, spluttering and bleeding, the Black woman splashed against the bottom of the ring...and Lois stood up. She stepped aside as the polls reached for the Black woman. Lois didn't listen to her sobs as they dragged her away. The reporter's eyes were focused on the two women that stepped into the ring.

Mara de la Cruz was twenty years old, an art major, heavyset and short, but with the strong muscles of a potter and swinging, pendulous breasts. Jenny Dunlap, 22, majored in modern dance; tall and lithe, well-muscled and long of limb. The reporter suddenly realized she was breathing hard, sucking in air... The fans in boxing and wrestling matches had no idea how intense a match was, what it took to take a hit and keep moving. Lois could already feel the bruises developing from where her opponents had connected, blows she had barely felt at the time...but now pain struck her.

The two women, fresh and young, circled her, and Lois slowly moved in place, wondering which would come first...already feeling tired.

"You can do it!" Lana Lang shouted from the side of the ring. "Kick her ass and I'll eat you out all night!"

The crowd laughed and roared its approval, and Lois Lane grinned. Win or lose, it's always good for someone to have your back.

It was Mara that launched herself forward first, when she thought Lois was watching Jenny. She charged forward, heavier than Lois and shorter, a human cannonball sliding through the lube. Lois Lane's foot arced up and slammed between the bigger woman's legs with such **** that something tore in the reporter. They both were in pain as Mara's momentum caused her to crash into Lois, the two slipping and grappling as they struggled to stay on their legs.

The reporter reached out and gripped the dangling tits, squeezing hard and pulling...and Mara yelled in pain and fury as the reporter swung her toward the ropes. Diana, who had been standing right there, barely dashed out of the way as the heavy woman clung to the ropes with her arms...and in that instant Lois and Diana's eyes met.

Together the two women each grabbed one of Mara's legs. Cursing and screaming a blue streak, the bigger woman sought to climb free...but she had no leverage as the other two naked woman lifted her up and over the ropes. The crowd, grasping as the Latina, did the rest. Mara screamed and swore as, still holding onto the ropes, the crowd pried her legs apart and began to **** her holes.

Lois Lane was panting from the effort when Jenny's fist slammed straight into her left tit. The dancer was quick as lightning, and Lois with her wounded foot was on the defensive. She backpeddled around the ring, at a disadvantage in more ways than one. The young woman was fresher, faster, with more reach and a stunning ferocity. Lois recognized the way she'd set herself up, feet moving to put power into her next blow, keeping her guard up—Jenny Dunlap had some training in boxing, at some point, and now she was using those lessons to her best advantage while her shorter, more tired and wounded opponent played for time and distance to recover.

An experimental jab by Lois Lane resulted in a counterpunch that rattled the reporter's brain. Jenny was too fast, backing away out of reach when Lois tried to hit her, and then quick as a she-cat was back on the attack. It was a **** game, and Lois knew it. Jenny's smile flashed...and Lois saw that the naked woman's nipples were hard, her face was flushed, thighs dripping. The young woman was hot in more ways than one.

"I'm not going to give you to the crowd," the blonde taunted. "I'm going to get a strap-on and pound you in the middle of the ring. Fuck your ass until it bleeds, fuck your baggy cunt into hamburger as your girlfriend watches!"

Lois ducked a swing...and she could not see behind her, where Lana Lang lifted her shirt for a moment, flashing a pair of freckled breasts to a surprised blonde...but she saw Jenny Dunlap's tempo falter, just for an instant. When she rose, it was with haymaker that lifted the blonde off of her feet. She landed with a splash on her back, twisting around to regain her feet...but by then Lois Lane was on her, forearm slipping around the blonde's neck. In desperation the two naked women rolled around to the maddened howls of the crowd...until Jenny Dunlap went limp and purple-faced in the reporter's arms.

What happened next was a blur. Lois heard a shout of an announcement as she limped toward the ropes. Felt Lana's arm holding her as they pushed through the crowd, which was swiftly degenerating into an orgy, no one safe from grasping hands, hard cocks, eager mouths. Into the locker room, where Angelica Blaze handed the dazed reporter a fat envelope full of cash and offered to let her come back anytime.

Lana helped her dress. Helped her up the elevator and out of the club. They stepped into a cab and ended up someplace the reporter wasn't familiar. It turned out to be Lana Lang's apartment, old factory space converted into loft housing. Exposed beams and high ceilings, bricked-up windows and three locks on the door, but spacious for the price...Lois Lane felt like she was half asleep as Lana fussed over her, pulling off her shirt and pants.

"But I just...put those on..." the exhausted reporter said, slightly dazed, as the redhead peeled off her panties.

"I know," Lana said as she peeled off her own shirt. "And now they're coming off."

This is how the Daily Planet's greatest reporter found herself naked in Lana Lang's bed, a hot tongue sliding along her labia...and wondering back over her night out, wondering at all the choices she had made that had led her to this point. Tomorrow, she knew, Lois would need to go to the doctor and see what was wrong with her foot. Go to the bank and deposit most of her winnings. Write her article on the underground fight ring. Yet tonight...tonight a beautiful woman was sucking on her clit, and when she turned her head she could smell Lana Lang's perfume on the pillow, and she didn't think once about Superman or anyone else except the redhead working between her thighs...and when she had shuddered and moaned, and that hot mouth had crept upward, the two coiled around one another in the dark and tasted each other's lips, and that was the end of one story...and the beginning of another.