Epilogue: Bimbo Blaze's Big Blowbang

"Hello boys," Lois smiled at the crowd of young men in one of the club's back rooms. College club-goers, young and full of cum. When the bartender had seen who Lois was leading by the leash, she was weirdly eager to help set this up on short notice. "Do you see Angie here?"

The blonde demon smiled as far as her pouty lips would let her when she heard Lois say her name. The reporter held the leash loosely. Blaze wouldn't try to escape, not as long as Lois held her soul.

"She's awfully thirsty. Can you help get her something to drink?" There was a chorus of cheers. "Form a line! Three at a time, no pushing."

The first three jocks stepped up, already wipping their cocks out, rubbing them. Blaze strained against the leash, and Lois smiled as the first of the young men fed his half-hard dick past those beestung cocksucker lips, the demon's long slim hands slipping around the hardening hard-ons of the other two.

I could charge for this, Lois Lane smiled to herself, leaning back as Blaze took to blowing with gusto. There wasn't much room for thought in that pretty little head any more, and the reporter was pretty sure it was all filled up with dick now...and this was only the first round. The line of people waiting their turn stretched out the door.

The reporter watched the lips slide over the cocks with something almost amounting to envy. She had seen pornstars give blowjobs, one after another before. They were usually somewhat disappointing; theatrical but not vivid. Actors playing their parts. This though...this was real. Bad lighting, bad smells, a kind of quiet anticipation in the line with no joking, no-one meeting anyone's eyes...

Lois saw the first young man grab Blaze's head and **** his balls against her chin as he shot his wad into the back of her throat. One on the left with a short, stubby prick erupted early, pearly white jizz dribbling out over her hand. Angie released the cock and brought her hand to her mouth to lick it off as the first two left, the third shifting over in front of her to make use of the free hole.

Two more men stepped up. Blaze's hands latched on, and the whole line shuffled forward.

At some point, Lois wasn't sure exactly when, her hand was resting against her crotch. Blaze had blown at least a dozen by that point. Someone had produced a black marker, started a tally on the demon's bare arms. Her chin was glazed with spunk, eyes staring hungrily, sticky lips smacking in the brief gulps for air in between dick after dick. Some of them wanted to spray on her face, one heavy glob almost sealing the demon's left eye.

She has supernatural stamina, Lois knew. Nothing here could hurt her. Any diseases magic'd away. None of the young men had gotten violent yet, or showed any desire to do so. Lois wondered if that was just the crowd, or some **** use of Blaze's power, fulfilling the reporter's unspoken wish.

So why is it getting me hot? she asked herself, her hand slipping down the front of her pants, fingers rubbing at her clit.

But as Lois watched a couple of eager beavers stuff both of their cocks in the bimbo's mouth at the same time, the puffy lips stretched comically to accommodate the twin pricks, Lois thought she knew.

Because that could have been me. If I had lost, Blaze would have defiled and degraded me in ways I never thought possible. Slurping down all that semen would have just been the beginning. She would have whored me out to every one of Superman's villains, and filmed it just to send him the video and let him know how I was suffering. No...at how eager and happy I was getting fucked by all those villains.

There was a grim certainty to the thought. Lois Lane looked down at the coin in her hand, the golden face so shiny that she could see her own reflection in its surface...and just for a moment, she caught a glimpse of her own features with pure white eyes, dark horns extending from her forehead...

There was a lot to think about, Lois knew. About how best to use this power.

What gives me the right to see Blaze used and abused? She thought, fingers digging into her cunt with a gasp as the two men slid their cocks past each other, fucking Blaze's mouth, the demon barely able to get both heads in past her lips. the reporter thought she might cum when they both started to spurt inside of her, the bimbo unable to close her mouth, jizz dripping out of her lips onto her impossible tits as a white froth.

But Lois didn't actually cum until they pulled out, smacking the demon's face with their half-hard cocks. Her pussy clenched and shuddered as she saw the look of uncomprehending hurt and puzzlement on the demon's face, the stupid bitch unable to understand why they would do that.

Just as quickly, the look vanished. More cocks were coming. The bimbo didn't have the brains to focus on the studied insult. Lois allowed herself a smile.

It was a long time until morning. Everyone got their turn. Some of them finished and got right back in line.

By the time the last swinging dick filed out, Lois could barely keep her eyes open. It had been a long, sleepless night. Her hand was cramped, pussy frigged raw. Blaze could hardly see, frosted with jizz all over her face. Lois had to resist the urge to lick it off of her.

"Um...ma'am?" Lois turned. It was Maria, the barmaid from earlier in the evening. "What's...what's going to happen to the club, now?"

Lois Lane fingered the pink leash in one hand, the gold coin in another. A damn good question. She stared hard at the young woman, found an unfamiliar smile on her face.

"Maria...what would you do to own your own club?"