Epilogue: Bimbo Blaze's Community Service

Jealous bitches, Lois thought as she pretended not to notice the stares from the women at the Daily Planet. Ever since her personal makeover, she had heard them whispering—and the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had given them quite a lot to whisper about. Bigger tits, bigger ass, a wasp waist, and clothes to show it off. High heels to emphasize her long legs, tight shirts and short skirts that had cocks rise wherever she went.

They called her a slut and a whore. Talked about implants and liposuction. If only they knew...

Lois Lane smiled devilishly. What they imagined wasn't the tenth of it. She could get all the cock she wanted, whenever she wanted. Women too. The reporter had learned to appreciate women more now. The taste of their cunts. The feel of their tongues in her pussy.

At home, Blaze was waiting. Half-naked on the couch, stroking her cock, vibrating eggs in her pussy and ass. The reporter had ordered the bimbo not to cum, and the eyes were rolling in the demon's head, eager for release.

Lois flipped the coin. "Stop. Get dressed." She leered at the strawberry-blonde demon, the dickgirl automatically getting up to squeeze herself into a tight black dress, big fake tits barely contained.

"Time for your community service."

Down by the docks, the homeless tended to gather. Victims of Metropolis' various calamities. A thousand sob stories. Those who lost everything, couldn't find work...who couldn't handle men and women like gods battling in the playground of mere mortals, or aliens bursting from the sky. The dirty, the filthy, the ragged, the hopeless, the helpless...

...and the horny.

An empty dishwasher box served Blaze as her place of office. Five minutes with a box cutter and duct tape, and the bimbo was sealed inside, ass and pussy hanging out the back, head hanging out the front. The crowd had begun to gather already; this was their third week of "community service," and word had spread. Hard, filthy cocks, waiting to be shoved into warm, wet, willing holes. An eager tongue, **** for twats.

Lois watching, always watching. Gripping her coin tight in one hand, feeling the power there. She was helping these people. That's what she told herself. A little bit of Blaze's power expended each time, curing them of disease, seeing to their emotional needs. Paying the world back just a little for all the misery she had caused.

Her hand slipped down to her pussy as the biggest and burliest of the homeless men pushed her way forward, cock already out, holding onto the box as he pushed it roughly inside Blaze's cunt. One of the women hiked up her skirts and backed into the bimbo's face, nasty twat pressing into those puffy cock-sucking lips, that long tongue that Lois knew so well.

The longer she held the coin, the more it seemed to show Lois. The sins that hovered around those gathered here like invisible flavors. Lust and wrath, greed and envy, touches of madness...hunger...

Flip me, the coin seemed to say as Lois leaned against the wall, willing the crowd not to see her as she rubbed her pussy. The crowd was growing restless, half the men already had their cocks in hand, hard and ready to go. The burly bastard reaming Blaze out was getting rough, **** to get his rocks off, and every moment he took the atmosphere was getting hotter, as though they were trapped together in a tight space.

Flip me, the coin seemed to say.

So Lois did. A shining gold arc. Caught it automatically in her hand, so easily she could almost have done it in her sleep. Stared at it.

A demonic head leered up at her. Her own face in profile, dark horns growing from her forehead, eyes solid with no pupil or iris.

Maybe that triggered it. Homeless men and women launched themselves at each other, frantically tearing at their clothes, fucking where they stood. A young runaway was drawn down beneath an old black man with dangling balls, his long shaft threatening to split her open. Two crack addicts tore at each other, teeth rotting in their mouths, **** to taste each other's wet slits.

Within moments, the whole alley had degenerated into an orgy. Lois rubbed herself excitedly, barely keeping track of Blaze's "customers," one finishing only for another to take their place, never giving her a moment of rest. All around her, the lustful sound of ****, eager, conscience-free fucking.

Sirens broke above the pants and moans, and Lois, unfulfilled, slid away from the wall to collect her bimbo. Blaze came out of the box, smiling, cum dripping from her twat. Her hard cock was leaking pre-cum right through her tight black dress. Her puffy, twat-sucking lips were wet, lipstick smeared. The reporter handed her a paper towel to wipe her face and chin.

The sirens grew closer.

It was time to go. She still needed to get off, and Blaze would see to her needs for tonight.