End: They Make It Out, And Make Out

It shouldn't have worked. Yet like most superhumans, the demon Blaze was confident in her own power—overconfident, as it turned out. Once Lois had been securely locked away with the other cum batteries, the scarlet succubus turned her energies toward outward threats that might try to break in and rescue her. She was not expecting Lois to rescue herself—nor were her minions particularly competent when confronted by a gaggle of jiggly, naked young women, one of whom had no compulsion about gouging eyes and busting balls.

So it was less than twenty minutes later, dressed in the ill-fitting uniforms of Blaze's subdued minions, Lois Lane and her gaggle of rescued ladies stumbled out of the club and into an alley, where the Daily Planet's greatest reporter hailed a taxi...and borrowing his phone, finally called the Justice League.

Wonder Woman directed them to a safe house used as a woman's shelter, one warded against scrying magics and with subtler defenses that could keep Blaze out while the Justice League sorted the demon. Lois let out a sigh of relief as she shut the door and triple-bolted it behind her.

I did it, Lois thought as she sagged against the door. I found the missing women. I rescued them.

Allowing herself a small, victorious smile, the exhausted reporter looked out at her charges. The open-plan room had separate cots set up, enough for each of them; a communal kitchen-and-dining area, a sofa and television, a fridge stocked with real food. Lois was sure that after days of eating cum, the women would want a shower, a proper meal...which is why she felt a hint of surprise when she saw the ladies huddled together like they were planning their offense on the football field.

"So...anybody hungry?" Lois said.

The heads looked up. They stared at her, those missing women. There was something hungry about those eyes...but what they wanted wasn't frozen burritos and cold American beer. They moved in on the reporter like a pack of lionesses who had cornered a gazelle.

"We think we should thank you...properly," Mara de la Cruz said, as she stripped off her borrowed shirt. Lois swallowed as she saw the fat, sweaty breasts. The ladies' **** diets had made them pack on the pounds, and as they stripped and closed in, Lois couldn't take her eyes off the added flesh that accentuated curves and jiggled a bit with every step.

"Ladies, I appreciate it, but I really...I mean, I"m not that into women..." The reporter said.

"Neither is a noodle until it's wet," Diana Reynolds said smoothly as she plucked at the reporter's own borrowed clothes.

Lois knew she was down to two choices: try to fight her way out...or resign herself to a lesbian orgy.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long at all for her to come to a decision.

The naked women stripped her and carried the reporter to the nearest bed. Hungry mouths licked the reporter's underboob sweat, sniffed at her nipples and crotch, grabbd and squeezed her buttocks. Lois had scarcely been laid on the bed when a mouth was pressed against hers, a tongue probed against her teeth...and down between her legs, a pair of mouths kissed and licked at her thighs and abdomen, closing in on her crotch.

I wonder if Batman ever has this problem?, Lois thought as the lesbianations began in earnest.

Somewhere in Metropolis, Superman was trying Blaze's dick into a knot. Police shut down her club, the gallons of Satanic spunk were being burned by magical fire, and all the evil plans that the demonic dickgirl had hoped to bring to fruition were dashed. Somewhere, Lois Lane had her tongue bruied in a hairy twat, while a soft tongue probed at her asshole and another at her pussy, and the exhausted reporter thrilled at fulfilling a sexual dream she had never thought to experience.

It was overall, Lois Lane decided, a good night out.