End: Women's Liberation

The door to the ritual hall burst open. Robed cultists shied out of the way as it bounced across the floor, and finally came to a skidding halt at the feet of the demon Blaze, who stood before the altar.

Wonder Woman strode in. The Amazon was tall, proud, and absolutely nude.

"Ladies!" She announced. "Your time of service to that Satanic skank are at an end! Rise up, for now is the time of your liberation!"

The scarlet succubus was lean where Wonder Woman was muscular. Her spare body had no flat, the crimson skin showing every well-developed muscle on her tall, lanky form. Small breasts with puffy pink nipples stood out proudly from her chest, the bones of her rib cage showing through. Dark hair, wild and unruly, fell down past her shoulders, and dark horns curled back from the tall brow. Pure white eyes glared out from sunken sockets. Nails like claws stretched out from long fingers. Lithely, she stepped forward.

"Amazon," she rumbled. "I had hoped to break you to my will. But if you wish to die, I will gladly lay your corpse upon my altar, so that I may devour your heart and soul, and bathe in your blood."

Wonder Woman cracked her knuckles.

"Bold words. Let us see if you have power enough to match them!"

The two women leapt and crashed into one another in the air with such power that a small shockwave rang through the room, and dust dribbled from the ceiling. The Amazon grinned in battle-lust as she landed on top of the screeching demon-woman, one hand clutched at the crimson throat.

Lois Lane, equally naked, her stomach a bit bloated and knees wobbly, sidled in after her. Most of the cultists were watching the fight, and Lois did little to draw attention to herself as she moved behind the crowd toward the altar. Ever so often, the reporter glanced at the fight...the naked women now sheathed in sweat as if their muscles were oiled. Diana held Blaze's hands arm's length apart, and the two were battering their skulls against each other like rams. Each strike producing an audible CRACK! that sent shivers down the reporter's spine.

"Hey," one of the cultists said, as Lois neared the altar. "What are you doing?"

"I have to use the bathroom!" Lois said, and didn't stop moving. She could see among the collection of condoms, bottles, money, ****, and other offerings Diana's golden lasso, her bracers, tiara...and the reporter's own smartphone.

"Where's your robe?" The cultist insisted, and Lois felt a hand grab her shoulder.

She ducked, twisted, and brought her foot up. The robe cushioned the blow, which was the only reason the cunt-punt didn't bring the nosy cultists to her knees...but it caused her to bend over in pain, and the reporter brought her elbow down hard on the woman's skull. Pain shot up through Lois's arm at the impact, but the cultist collapsed.

Lois kept moving.

CR-RACK!

A howl beyond anything Lois had ever heard filled the cavern with noise of such volume and intensity that the whole midnight congregation of Blaze's cult fell to the ground, grasping their ears. Lois shook and turned...to see one of the demon's horns had been broken off, black blood dribbling from the hole in the center.

"Amazonian cunt!" Blaze yelled, and black electricity started to gather around her. "Die!"

Lois grabbed the lasso and bracers and ran towards her love...who dodged and flipped out of the way, often just barely, as dark lightning scored the walls and floor, leaving burning, smoking cement behind...and the wiser cultists finally began to flee, as their mistress was so profligate with her dark magic that it seemed she cared naught for their lives.

Wonder Woman jumped back...and landed right next to Lois. She turned, smiled, and bent forward. Planted a quick kiss against the reporter's head, grabbed the lasso...and went back into action.

Once, as a cub reporter, Lois had gone to Texas to cover a rodeo. She wasn't a country girl, and hadn't exactly entered into the spirit of the thing, but she had been duly impressed with the calf roping competition—the way the cowboys could rope and bind a recalcitrant animal, often within seconds. Watching the naked Amazon and the devil tussle reminded her of that...if the calf could send forth bolts of black lightning, and claw and bite.

Yet the result was the same. In a very short time, The demon was trussed, ankles and wrists bound by the glowing, golden line, two loops of which ran through her mouth and held her jaws apart, the black tongue thrashing angrily.

Wonder Woman smiled as she walked over, wiping the dust from her hands.

"So, I should call the Justice League to pick her up," the Amazon said. Lois handed the nude woman her bracers, and Wonder Woman clicked them into place. "Thanks, love. I feel naked without these."

"I suppose we should find our clothes," Lois said.

Diana shrugged. "Nothing anyone on the League hasn't seen before."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "Even Superman?"

Diana grinned.

"Oh, you have to tell me that story..."

The adventure of the night was over. Soon, heroes would arrive to help haul away the villains, and following that would be police to deal with the victims. Lois would find her clothes, and enough material for her article. Wonder Woman would stick close, often touching or leaning against Lois, fretting at her not to over-exert herself...and the reporter rolled her eyes in response to that, sure that her swollen stomach was just some sort of weird post-coital bloating from the rigorous Amazonian sex. A part of her was sure that women couldn't procreate that way.

Of course, as dawn came, and the pair found themselves back at Lois Lane's apartment—nominally for food, a shower, and sleep, more or less in that order—the reporter found a clean and energetic Amazon in her bed, naked and lusty...

Well, just because I don't believe she can't knock me up doesn't mean I don't like it when she tries, Lois Lane said to herself, as she crawled under the covers with her new lover.