Epilogue: Disreputable

It was the week that the Daily Planet broke the Khandaq Arms Deal scandal that the whispers started around the office. Women noticed how the reporter's wardrobe hadn't changed, but it was getting tighter around her midsection. They noticed the lack of a ring on her finger, the bags under her eyes that makeup couldn't quite hide, the sudden dashes to the restroom.

"Lois, are you..." Clark Kent, who had no tact at all, finally brooked the question. And the office held its breath.

"Twelve weeks," Lois Lane told him.

There was no use trying to hide it. She was wearing a black pencil skirt today, and an inch of stomach was exposed between the top of the waistband and the bottom of her shirt. The clothes barely fit, and Lois could feel her black lace thong exposed a little every time she bent over too far.

"Congratulations," Clark said, and then like a bull in a china shop, saked the inevitable follow-up: "Who's the lucky guy?"

The Daily Planet's star reporter smiled. It stopped short of her eyes.

"We're keeping it casual," she said, and Clark Kent, raised in the Bible Belt, blinked those big blue eyes.

"Oh. Alright."

Lois excused herself as she felt another surge of nausea in her stomach. Morning sickness was supposed to be over, but for now it continued to hang on. She could almost hear the titter behind her as every Chatty Cathy in the office was passing the word.

Pregnant. Unmarried. Not even engaged.

SLUT.

The reporter made it to the toilet in time for her lunch to escape. Behind her, the now-familiar sensation of hot fingers slid along that exposed inch of belly-flesh. Found the sides of Lois Lane's thongs and pulled.

The black fabric ripped away. The fingers dipped down to pull up the reporter's skirt.

"Lookin' good, sweetmeat," Blaze whispered throatily.

The reporter didn't resist as the skirt was rolled up over her hips. The hot rod poked against her ass, and Lois braced herself against the back of the toilet, to provide better access to her pregnant pussy. For a moment, as the familiar sensation of having her cunt stretched to its limit filled her mind, Lois could forget her crumbling reputation outside these walls.

"No more panties, pet," Blaze said as she bottomed out inside of Lois. "I want immediate access. Any problem with that?"

"No," Lois Lane said, with a hint of resignation. It was pointless to fight Blaze on this. Lois had already learned that to her chagrin. Every time Lois had even looked at terminating the pregnancy, the demon had been there, fucking her face, her pussy, her ass. Leaving Lois Lane gasping and oozing, flushed and fresh-fucked...and if she so much as touched the keyboard to read more, Blaze would be back to do it all over again.

The same thing would happen if she tried to wear panties, Lois knew. No doubt as soon as she slid a pair on, the demon would come along and punch her steel-hard scarlet shaft through them. It galled the reporter to give in so easily...but this was the deal they had agreed to.

After all, Blaze kept up her end of things.

Lois left the bathroom with hot streams of fresh jizz running down her thighs, and a black file folder in her hands. All the raw data for an expose on a tobacco industry campaign aimed specifically at retirement homes. Trying to steal the last few years these people had left. The reporter strode through the office, not caring for a moment at the people who stared at her belly.

Unaware of the trail of white drops she had left on the carpet behind her.

The tobacco piece would hit the front page of the Daily Planet in two days. Yet Lois Lane's reputation at the paper would nosedive by that afternoon. Whispers were already starting. Isolated incidents. Messes in the bathroom. The time she had come to a meeting with that white film on her upper lip. A janitor who had heard sounds and came running, only to find the reporter stagger out of the toilet, face flushed, straightening her skirt, and the bathroom reeked of sex.

The only question was who she was fucking...and Clark Kent, who could hear every word, who was keenly aware of how swiftly the rumors were spreading. His mouth set in a grim line as his super-sensitive nostrils knew the truth of what everyone else guessed at.

But what do I do? He thought, the image of the pregnant reporter with her pussy full of sperm filled his mind to distraction. She isn't being ****. I can almost smell the serotonin. Lois enjoyed it. At least...I think she did...

It was a kind of hell that Kent had never imagined for himself. Aware of what was happening to Lois Lane's reputation, but unable, for all of his power, to do anything about it. And somewhere, not far away, the demon Blaze laughed...and planned the next stage in her plan to destroy Lois Lane's reputation forever.