End: She's Handcuffed To A Bed In Hell, About To Be Impregnated By A Demon

The blindfold came off.

Lois Lane stared into a familiar face...but one subtly transformed. The skin was slick as bright red leather. The dark eyes were gone, now two white holes poked in space without pupil or iris that lurked in deep, dark sockets beneath the shadow of dark, upward-curving horns. The handcuffed reporter looked around...and what she had thought to be a bed squeezed into a small room beneath the bar was, she saw, an altar at the top of a baroque dark pyramid. Furs draped the hard surface, and what she had thought were handcuffs were heavy iron manacles attached to raised stone posts.

The height allowed Lois an unparalleled view of the pits of flame' and between them obsidian highways on whichlong lines of naked souls that clanked and shuffled in the chains they had forged in life. Dark figures moved among them, fiery whips and piercing spears and pitchforks descending seemingly at random. Lois Lane could see tortures unimaginable...men and women crucified, broken in two and yet still moving, ground beneath the wheels of terrible engines she didn't have names for. Overhead, there was no sky; just a pall of smoke and the sense of a massive roof of stone far overhead, and dark things fluttered on crooked wing, carrying screaming prey from point to point...

"Focus, sweetmeat," Blaze said as she gave the reporter's breasts a squeeze. "The main action is right here."

As if to illustrate her point, the demon ran her nails down the reporter's chest, to grasp and lift Lois Lane's hips. The bound woman stared in horror at the root of the crimson cock that stuck out of her own cunny...and looked up at Blaze, naked and lean, her puffy pink nipples stiff with arousal, who held the reporter in her grasp.

"Please," Lois said. "Don't..."

"Will ye, nill ye, ye will breed for me," Blaze said...and then her secret smile relaxed a bit and widened, to show sharp white teeth. "And you'll fucking love it."

The crimson hips moved. No more foreplay, no pretense of gentle lovemaking. The cock slammed forward, hard and fast, and stopped only a hair's breadth short of battering the back of the reporter's cunny. Blaze pounded the reporter fast and hard, her balls slapping Lois Lane's ass cheeks, the head of the cock scraping against all the right spots in the bound woman's cunny.

Lois screamed for help...for Superman...and as she filled her lungs with that hot, acrid air, her cries were lost in the background chorus of pain, agony, and despair that every damned soul made.

Yet Lois Lane was not dead and damned...not yet. She was a living, mortal woman...and as her throat grew hoarse, and her tears dried up, she could not deny the alien heat that spread upward from her pussy. Her pussy began to clamp and spasm, her juices dripped down the crack of her ass, her nipples were stiff and on fire. Penetration itself rarely was enough to bring Lois to climax, but as the fucking went on, the constant stimulation made the reporter's traitor body to do what she wished it would not...

"Aaagh!" Blaze cried in triumph, seconds before Lois Lane's orgasm. Hot spunk pumped into the reporter's depths. Normally, Lois Lane couldn't feel an ejaculation; it was like tossing a teaspoon into a well. But this was no standard creampie; black babygravy gushed out with the **** of a firehose and hot as enough to scald her womb. The reporter screamed in pain...and screamed still as the extra stimulation sent her over the edge. Her body shook uncontrollably as she lost herself in a nightmare of pain and ecstasy, her vaginal muscles squeezing tight as her body sought to hold onto the potent, virile seed, even as the pain of its heat and **** wracked her to the core...

...and when, at last, Blaze stopped, her cock plugged deep in the reporter's body, Lois Lane had no tears left. She hung limp and spent by the manacles that held her arm...and barely registered the kisses and love-bites that Blaze showed on her neck and shoulders.

"Ah, Lois Lane," the demon said. "When your night out began, I never dreamed I would get an heir out of this...but you will breed me mighty children, and have a place of dark honor among my slaves!"

The reporter didn't respond. Her violet eyes were filled with shame and humiliation. She had been bred by one of Superman's greatest enemies...and the worst part of it all, as she thought back to all the decisions that had led to this point, was that Lois herself was at fault for all of it. If only she had made some other choice...but it was too late, now. Too late for anything.