Epilogue: Close The Door

"Lane," Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, didn't often call her into his office. He looked at her from his desk, still piles of paper. There was a computer there, instead of a typewriter, but Perry had always been an ink-and-paper kind of guy. "Close the door."

Curious, Lois did as she was bid. If Petty didn't want anybody else in the office to hear, then either it was sensitive or he was about to chew her out or both. She couldn't think that she'd don't anything wrong...

"You're pregnant," he said flatly, without preamble. Lois blushed, her hand almost instinctively going for her waist. She'd been wearing looser shirts lately, and she had barely begun to show at all...how had he.

Perry took an envelope from off of his desk and handed it to her. The reporter took it, opened it up...pulled out a stack of glossy 8.5" x 11" photosheets...and nearly dropped them.

They were her.

Naked, you could just see the eight-week pregnant tummy—especially when tied up on the bed, the black ropes squeezing her breasts until they looked purple, the panties that Blaze had shoved in her mouth... Lois quickly flipped through the stack. Same angle, different positions. Blaze was there, but only as a shadow, nothing anyone could see clearly, just an arm or a leg, the shadow of a hard cock. Someone with a telephoto lens, through the balcony window...this was only two nights ago, they'd left the blinds open.

The last page had a note. Old-school, cut out letters from magazines.

I can be written
I can be spoken
I can be exposed
I can be broken
What am I?

Instinctively, Lois looked at the front of the envelope. It was addressed to THE EDITOR OF THE DAILY PLANET, no return address...

"I haven't called the police yet," he said. "What you do in your own time...none of my business. But you're one of my people. I care about what happens to you. Whoever sent this...I don't like it. This gets out on the internet, they'll be calling you 'Whoreporter.' It could get bad. Real bad."

Lois nodded, frowning. Somebody knew...knew who she was, what she'd been up to, where she worked. But they didn't know Perry White, and the reporter was pretty sure they didn't know who Lois Lane had been fucking...

"Chief, let me handle this," Lois said stuffing the photos back in the envelope. "And I'll need the rest of the day off."

"You got it," he said. Drummed his fingers on his desk. "Lois? Be careful. It's not just your own life at stake."

The reporter gave him a tight smile, then reached across the desk to squeeze his hand. "Thanks, Perry."

Home. Smell of fresh pasta, Italian sausages. The reporter's stomach grumbled. Angelica could be very domestic, when she wanted to be. Lois tried not to stare at the balcony window. Blaze was in her human form, and the reporter smiled as she moved into the kitchen, out of sight of the window...and handed the envelope to the double-endowed dickgirl.

The dark eyes registered confusion...and then rage, cold and sudden, dark horns bursting into view, blood red skin breaking out like a rash...no matter how many times Lois saw it, the transformation always took her breath away. There was just something so feral and inhuman about her lover's true form.

"I'll kill them," Angelica said, cooly. "I'll call forth the souls of dead Sicilians and let them go to town, I'll..."

Lois put her thumb on Blaze's lower lip, hand cradling that crimson chin.

"It's not about ****. We always knew we'd have to take our relationship public at some point. We can't hide forever. Even if we find who did this and deal with them, there will just be someone else."

Angelica Blaze frowned, staring down at her pregnant lover.

"My friend Barbara, the detective, is already on the case. The riddle...the answer is 'the news.' She'll bring the perpetrator to justice; she has a lot of experience with...riddlers. What we need to do is make sure nobody can do this to us again."

"Then what do you propose?"

The studio lights were bright. The pregnant woman was tied to the X-shaped cross, her bare pussy glistening. The makeup artist was brushing a little more rouge on her cheeks. The director smiled at her.

"How do I look?" Lois said, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she stared at the camera.

"You look ready," the red-haired woman smiled back. "Last chance to back out."

Angelica Blaze came out of costuming, a black leather thong containing her massive ballsack. Both cocks were hard. Lois resisted the urge to lick her lips, not wanting to upset her makeup.

"Let's do this."

Online, the stream began. Lois Lane smiled at the camera, her heart hammering in her chest as she read out the lines she'd memorized.

"Hello. I'm Lois Lane. I'm eight weeks pregnant, and I like to be tied up, whipped, and fucked. Tonight, you're going to watch me do all three..."

In his rented apartment just across from Lois Lane's building, Edward Nigma was watching the double-dicked dominatrix with the black leather facemask and thigh-high boots...and nothing else...wander onto the screen. Her hand cupped the reporter's cunt so hard that the reporter jumped in her bonds. The wind whistled through the open balcony door, and Nigma turned up the volume on the laptop.

Then paused.

He hadn't opened the balcony door.

Hands emerged from the darkness and clamped on his head.

No one that big should be able to move that fast, that quietly.

With contemptuous ease, the half-naked villain was dragged past his expensive camera, spindly legs kicking at the tripods, the delicate telephoto lenses as he struggled. Lois Lane's moans seemed to follow him from the laptop.

Out into the night, he was **** over the balcony, staring down at the street twenty stories below... The hands shifted on his head, moving up toward his eyes, squeezing, the pressure gently increasing until his vision began to distort as fingers began to deform the shape of his eyes...

"Don't kill him, Bane. We need him to talk." A woman's voice. Familiar. Edward Nigma simultaneously felt his heart leap and his stomach flip over. Batgirl wouldn't let this maniac just drop him.

"And after that?" The voice grumbled.

Something grabbed his manhood. Something sharp and hard pressed into the villain's taint, and he hissed in pain.

"Riddle me this," a woman said from behind him. "What do you call a horse with one horn and no balls?"

"A eunuchorn," he said between clenched teeth, tears dripping down his face.

"Lois Lane and her friend are going public with their porn career. Your **** material is useless. You're going to tell us where it is...all of it."

The needle pressed harder, breaking the skin. Something cold, terribly cold, began to flow inside the skinny man's scrotum. Nigma writhed in agony. Lois Lane's moans on the laptop had risen to screams, the sound of a whip striking flesh...utter ecstasy...

LOIS LANE'S ADULT FILM DEBUT

Angelica Blaze read the headline out loud from the kitchen table. Lois Lane was rubbing cocoa butter into her tummy, admiring the red marks the rope had left on her pale skin.

"Daily Planet reporter Lois Lane has made a splash in ethical erotica, determined to remove the stigma so often associated with kink." The demon read. "This Clark Kent has almost written you a love letter in this column."

"Just be glad that my editor was willing to publish it," Lois said. She smiled. "He's got an idea of launching an entire 'mature' section of the paper. Subscriptions are already on the uptick. Turns out lots of people want high-quality news on sexy times."

"Hmm. Yes, my love, you were right," Angelica said. "I do wish you would let me catch whoever sent that riddle..."

"Barbara says it's been dealt with," Lois added, her slick fingers moving south, sliding against her pussy. When she closed her eyes, she could still remember the gasp of the cameraman when Blaze had slid both of her cocks inside of her at once...

...Angelica smiled as her lover moaned, fingers tugging at her cunt. She left the paper on the table, to go tend to Lois Lane's needs. If she had read on, she would have seen the little article in the corner where Edward Nigma had been admitted back in Arkham Asylum with unspecified injuries.

The door to one chapter of their lives had closed, and another had opened...