End: Reach In There And Pull It Out

"Looks like the first one's stuck," Blaze clucked. "Not to worry..."

Lois worried.

She felt the slick hand stretch in once again. It worried Lois, how used she felt to having an entire hand in her ass. The reporter shook with exhaustion, a bone-deep ache settled in her body. Her eyelids felt heavy...and she just didn't sleep.

Then the tips of the demon's nails scrabbled around the outside of the egg. Lois yelped as flesh pinched...and then she reached for a pillow and screamed into it as Blaze pushed the egg back a little, inside of Lois...just to give her fingers room to **** the reporter's guts to stretch a little more. To grab ahold of the egg...and pull it through.

It felt to Lois as if she was being turned inside out...and that wasn't the worst of it.

Blaze's free hand had come up between the reporter's legs, to tickle Lois Lane's pussy.

Lois Lane had never in her life felt less like sex. It was almost torturous, to feel the smooth ovoid mass being dragged through her gaping, stretched-out asshole while her cunny was being stimulated at the same time. Tears flowed from the reporter's eyes, down over her cheeks to soak into the pillow she was biting as the mass of demonic fist and egg approached what had once been a tiny and tight little hole...

...and then Lois was laying.

She screamed until her voice was hoarse and raw. Screamed as her ass bulged and finally broke, the inner red lining of her asshole prolapsing outwards. Finally, her voice gave out as the thumb plunged into her cunt and an unwelcome orgasm ripped through the reporter's body and brain.

The other eggs were comparatively easy to pass.

Lois Lay there, face-down on the bed. Unwilling to look at the ruin that was her ass, the floppy prolapsed anus. She had never imagined such pain and degradation.

"Not bad for your first clutch," Blaze said. "But now that you're loosened up, I think once you rest a bit your next ones will be easier."

The reporter could barely interpret what the demon meant...and then she felt the demon's tongue on her broken asshole, pushing the meat back in, the thick Satanic saliva oozing over her flesh. Though Lois couldn't see it, the tainted liquids seeped in her flesh, which grew redder and and redder. Small cuts and tears sealed themselves, and the puffy anus slowly assumed an unfamiliar donut shape.

Between her legs, the demon's cock grew stiff. Someone that could birth a clutch of demons was valuable; too valuable to let her go. Blaze was already thinking about the next eggs she would plant in the reporter...and the ones after that.

Lois Lane would have time to reflect on the choices she had made as the demon's ovipositor was stuffed down her throat again. All the little mistakes, the signs she missed or couldn't have known about. All the way things could have gone differently, if only she hadn't...

...but there is not use worrying about the what-might-have-beens. For in this story, Lois Lane was trapped in a cycle of being impregnated and laying eggs, each one taking with it some of the strength of her soul, each cycle changing her body more and more...until, perhaps, one day she would forget who she was, and why she was there. Forget anything except the taste of Blaze's cock, and the strange orgasms that wracked her body as she laid another clutch.