End: The Black Supermen Are A Hallucination of Lois Lane's Bimbofying Brain

The demon Blaze watched as the **** curdled Lois Lane's brain. With slutastic enthusiasm, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter sucked and slurped black cock on camera. Her titties, one so small, now swelled heavy and fake-looking. Her lips were plush and swollen dick-pillows. Even her ass, once so flat, had filled out.

She made a gesture, and the lead pulled his cock out of Lois Lane's mouth and slapped the reporter's face with it. Roughly, he pushed her back on the mattress, and the ones on either side of him pulled her legs apart.

Lois Lane smiled vacantly as they did that. Her hands gripped the big black dicks on either side of her as the first of them aimed his bitchbreaker at her pussy. The squeal of pleasure as he pushed his brown prick into her tight twat was utterly unfeigned.

It was like watching a star be born. Rough brown hands slapped and groped her tits. Lois Lane's face went left and then right, to suck and lick at one cock and then the other. Within minutes, the two had closed in, and Lois opened wide as both tricks tried to stuff themselves past her lips at the same time.

Blaze wondered, dimly, what fantasy was playing through Lois Lane's brain. The bimbo **** ate away at the user's consciousness, shred inhibitions, and even shrank the frontal lobes. The succubus grinned as she thought of what else she would have the reporter do tonight...how many black cocks could Lois Lane suck? How many could she take up her ass at once? By the end of her night out, Blaze had no doubt Lois Lane would have taken more loads up her unprotected cunt than she had ever had in her entire life.

The only part that irked her was how happy Lois Lane looked as she choked on that black dick. How eagerly she smiled as they turned her over for her first double penetration. The utterly innocent and trusting expression as they **** their fingers into that virgin ass, to stretch her out before they stuffed her like a Thanksgiving turkey.

The demon's teeth ground a little. Her fingers tapped on the arms of the chair. In her pants, she felt the familiar itch. There wasn't enough pain. Suffering. Humiliation. That was the only problem with the bimbo ****. The cunts actually wanted all that cock. Wanted to be ruined. Embraced their sluttiness, as their dying brains concocted some terrible excuse for all their behavior. In her own mind, Lois Lane was having the time of her life.

The elevator came down with the next crew. Blaze had put the word out. Lois Lane's holes wouldn't be empty all night. It annoyed the demon to think that the reporter would welcome them all. Even when tired, even with jizz dripping out of her holes and bite marks on her tits, Lois would be a happy little bimbo.

It made Blaze sick...but she took some consolation in the fact that she was getting it all on video. When dawn came...when the last black ballsack had been emptied onto Lois Lane's face, or into her gaping cunt, or deep inside of her broken ass...Blaze would dump the cum-spattered reporter on Superman's doorstep. The video would go on the internet. Lois Lane's ecstatic face would be captured all over the world. Her life ruined. Superman's heart broken.

A small consolation...and Blaze sank down into her chair and watched the naked men move in, each hard and ready to go, for the gangbang in progress...and wondered who she would target next. Lana Lang? Perhaps. The possibilities were endless, and Blaze's dark mind could imagine a thousand tortures for the Man of Steel.

One thing was certain. Lois Lane was only the first to get fucked.