End: Mindwipe

The demonic dickgirl's hand slapped onto the pregnant woman's forehead. Black sparks arced out from the fingertips and the violet eyes rolled up in their sockets. Ella Lane twitched and spasmed, body utterly out of her control as Blaze very carefully did some extremely specific damage...not much in a physical sense; an MRI would only show a concussion. But that would be enough to trigger temporary amnesia...and the demon ruthlessly walled off Ella Lane's memories.

Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, cunt muscles squeezing and unsqueezing, cervix shuddering as random signals poured forth from a brain that had lost control of its own functions. Even now, the demon noted, the bitch was enjoying it. Lane's nipples were achingly hard, her clit fully distended from its little hood.

When she was done, the woman hung limp from where the hand gripped her skull. Black jizz oozed out of a pussy that had gone completely slack...and for a moment, Blaze wondered if she had overdone it a little. But no, the woman was still breathing, there was a flicker of consciousness in her aura, and the fertilized egg, which had not even had time to divide in two, was still safe.

At Metropolis General Hospital, a nurse heard thunder crack, looked out into a cloudless sky...and saw the naked woman lying on the ground, not ten feet from the entrance to the emergency room. She sounded the alarm and rushed out...there was something black and slick oozing from the woman's legs...and the nurse's lips pursed tightly.

"Who would do such a thing?" She said out loud, although she had dealt with plenty of **** victims before, and knew that there was no evil that humanity would not stoop to.

"Not too much physical trauma, although we believe she took a substantial blow to the head...and she may have been ****. We're running the toxicology on her blood now, but it might account for the memory loss, especially when coupled with the concussion," the doctor flipped the paper open on her pad. "Also, we ran a standard series of test...no STDs, but we can't rule out pregnancy. We can give her an emergency contraceptive, just in case."

"No," Lucy Lane said. The young blonde woman sat in the chair next to the hospital bed, holding her sister's hand. "Mom didn't raise us like that. If she's pregnant, Lois can make that decision on her own."

Clark Kent stood at the foot of the bed, shoulders tense...wanting to be out there, finding whoever did this. But right now, there was nowhere else he wanted to be. Especially when those violet eyes opened, and fixed on her sister with recognition.

"Lana," the reporter said, her voice small and quiet.

Her gaze shifted to Clark. Puzzlement on her features. As if wracking her brain.

"I...know you. Small...Smallville?" She shook her head. "You don't seem very small to me."

He grinned and came over to her side to grab her other hand.

"It's okay, Lois. You'll remember more in time. Just take it easy..."

Blaze sighed. With Ella Lane's spirit in the driver's seat, the demon had no doubt that "Lois" Lane was going to be much sexual than before...but with the mother's memories locked away, she would be dependent on her daughter's memories. She would become Lois, in many ways...though not necessarily Lois as her friends and family had known her. No, that spirit was even now residing deep iwthin her womb, growing...Blaze's own progeny.

She smiled as she imagined what might happen between "Lois" and the Kryptonian. No doubt he would take care of her...and he would need all of his superhuman stamina to keep up with the slut that "Lois" had become...but he was also the perfect person to keep "Lois" healthy and protected for the course of her pregnancy.

"At least," she said out loud, to no one in particular, "until I come to claim my child."

For Lois Lane...the real Lois, the spirit of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...a night out had turned into forty weeks gestation...and then...a whole new life awaited her.

Blaze couldn't wait to meet her.