Epilogue: Bad Deal

Lois Lane had thought she knew what it was to be fucked.

She was wrong.

From the moment Angelica Blaze **** Lois to flush her birth control pills, the dickgirl had manhandled the reporter into the bed and proceeded to drive her cock into Lois with a fury little short of ****...and she did not stop. Not when she came, pumping her tadpoles into the reporter's now unprotected womb. Not when Lois begged and pleaded. Or when after the first hour, with her pussy sore and Blaze showing no sign of stopping, the reporter had started to fight back.

Blaze had laughed, and pinned her girlfriend to the bed and kept fucking. Her strength was fanatical, her endurance put all previous lovemaking to shame...and Lois wept, stupid warm tears filling her eyes and blurring that hated grin as her traitorous body came, again and again...and still Blaze fucked her on.

After hours of struggle, Lois Lane's bladder finally could hold it no longer, and she pissed herself, harsh yellow urine spaying against the rigid cock that was pumping her pussy full of cum, her already overflowing channel leaking out into a wet spot under her ass.

At some point, Lois slept, rocked to sleep by the constant thrusts, the regular puff of Blaze's breath, the inconquerable exhaustion that seemed to seep into her very bones. It was a fitful sleep, moments of feverish nightmare where she would jerk awake to find Blaze still pounding away, those small breasts swinging, and her pussy hurt so badly that Lois really thought her labia had split under the constant, incessant pistoning. Loishad sometimes wondered what it would be like to be strapped down and fucked by one of those machines with a dildo on the end of a pole, but this was worse. It was a gang-**** of one. It was her trusted friend and lover fucking her over and over and over...

...and then it was Monday.

"Please," Lois croaked, voice hoarse. She was dehydrated, her pussy and ass itched, and she stank of piss and sex. "Please, you can fuck me later, I have to...I have to go to work..."

"Fuck your work," Blaze said happily. "Your job is to be my breeding cow."

Lois stared upward into her eyes. There was no pity there, only a strange amusement...and yet it was still the face of her lover, the one she had such good times with, who could be so gentle...

"Angie...I need to go to work. People will talk...they'll come to find me..." Lois sucked in her breath. "Look, just let me go to work, and you can fuck me as much as you want when I get home. You won't even have to keep me pinned down like this. I'll do whatever you want."

The dickgirl's nostrils flared. Her pace slowed to a crawl...and she slid her cock balls deep inside the reporter and held it there. Lois grunted. The reporter's pussy felt like one long line of agony. She was almost certain the cock had carved a new channel in her cunt.

"You promise?" The dickgirl said. "You'll come home, and do whatever I wish? And no more birth control? You swear on your soul?"

"Yes," Lois said, wondering what it was that had finally gotten through to her lover.

"It's a deal," Angelica said, and her look turned to one of tenderness. She bent down and pressed her mouth against the reporter's slack lips. When she pulled out of the reporter to take hr own piss, Lois felt the cum ooze out of her battered cunt. The alarm on the bedside was about to go off...and she wondered what Blaze would have done, if Lois hadn't proposed that deal. Birth control took time to become ineffective, for the cycle to start again.

Shaking, in pain, barely able to walk, Lois stumbled into the bathroom. Blaze was pissing into the sink, again. Her cock, Lois noticed, was abnormally red. The color of fresh blood on parchment. The testes that dangled beneath were unaccountably swollen, and they were red too, as big as a pair of Christmas tree ornaments. The dickgirlfriend smiled at the reporter as she clambered into the shower.

"If anyone asks," Blaze said. "Tell them we're trying for a baby. Nothing else."

The words struck Lois as odd...and yet hr mind seemed to swallow them. She turned the full blast of the water on, and drew the nozzle on its hose down. To let the hot water blast into her aching cunny. Washing the sticky semen down the drain, massaging the tissues. Her clit felt like it was on fire, throbbing and raw, even bloody-looking in spots. The labia was dark blue, bruised from the constant pounding.

Blaze made coffee as Lois got dressed. Extra soft sanitary pads in her panties helped make it tolerable. Her dickgirlfriend gave Lois a kiss on the cheek as the numb reporter stumbled out the door.

A part of her wanted to go to the police. Call her sister. Call Superman. To just kep walking and not go back. Lois wondered if this was how **** victims felt, or those who suffered spousal ****. The feeling that there was no safe space at home any more.

She managed to make it to her desk. Clark Kent smiled to see her, and she automatically smiled back.

"You look tired, Lois," he said. "Long night?"

"Didn't get much sleep," she said, and then before she could stop herself: "My partner and I are trying for a baby."

"Oh," he said, and should couldn't help but see him slightly crestfallen, though he hid it well. "Well...good luck with that. I mean, I hope it..."

She kept smiling, wondering why the hell she had said that. Why she hadn't told him the truth. Instead, she found herself saying: "Thanks, Smallville. Really."

It was like that all day. People would comment on how tired she was, and Lois would go through the same tired line, just as Angie had told her to. The reporter felt trapped in a way that was somehow worse than before. Last night, she had simply been physically unable to escape, but now? It was like Blaze was holding her own brain instead of her wrists.

I don't have to go back, Lois thought at quitting-time. I can get a hotel...go visit my sister...maybe...

Except her feet dragged her back to her apartment. Back to Angie, who greeted her in an apron and nothing else. Lois smelled hamburgers, fried potatoes, fresh salad. Her stomach rumbled.

"First, you eat," Blaze said, ushering Lois toward the table. There were no chairs set around it. The reporter didn't even flinch when the dickgirl peeled the reporter's pants down. Hot breath on her aching pussy made her quiver in terrible anticipation. "And I'll eat. Get you nice and wet...but don't worry. We won't be up all night. I know you have work tomorrow..."

Lois reached down and grabbed a hamburger. She ate mechanically as her lover's hot tongue dug into her aching, puffy pussy. Felt the hot juices of the half-raw meat slide down her throat. This is what she had promised...complete obedience, in exchange for a few hours of freedom a day.

If you could call it that.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter began to realize she had made a very bad deal.