Epilogue: Double Indemnity

"Lois Lane you worthless cunt! Get out here!"

The reporter winced at the sound of the voice from her bedroom. The last few weeks had been unlike any in her experience. All through the day, at any time when she was alone, one or the other of her mistresses would appear, cock in hand, demanding to be serviced.

The demon Blaze had a habit of catching Lois at work. The reporter would just finish cleaning herself in the bathroom when the door to her stall would unlock, and the naked dickgirl would waltz in, cock hard and lubed up...and the repoter would stand and turn around, bending over and spreading her cheeks for that crimson cock. Her four hundred hours of service was marked off in fifteen minute intervals, and Blaze always blew her load inside, a creamy treat that Lois would have to carry with her the rest of the day. More than once this past week, Lois had to sit through staff meetings, her panties full of demonic splooge, feeling like she had messed herself.

The sorceress Circe preferred to take Lois at home. More than once Lois would wake up from a deep sleep to find some mythological prick plugging her pussy from behind. Her mistress liked to take her on her back, so that she could see the reporter's face as she slid the cock in deep, to play with the little rings that now pierced the reporter's pink nipples as she ground her cock deep in the reporter's cunt. She liked to elicit little moans from Lois Lane, pushing the woman to the brink of orgasm and holding her there as long as possible. Always leaving without a word, so that Lois would often awake with a pussy or mouth full of strange sperm.

It was not a life that the reporter would have wished on anyone, and the constant barrage of sex took its toll. Enemas had become a regular part of her bathroom routine; spare clean panties were an essential in her handbag every day; she had invested in plastic covers for her mattress and new sheets so that she only had to do one wash a week. She slept less, ate smaller meals, and was slowly losing weight...but Lois Lane was making it work, keeping up with her job as a fearless reporter, and...

...a part of her had to admit, she enjoyed it. After months of effective celibacy, the sex was welcome. Her mistresses were not always entirely cruel, and Lois had cum more in the last three weeks than she had in the last three years. She had begun to really appreciate anal sex in a way she never had before, and many nights she masturbated a little before she went to sleep, just so that she would be slick and ready when Circe came to pay a call.

That is, until Blaze and Circe found out that each was fucking Lois.

The reporter set the enema bulb aside, wiped and flushed. She walked out of the bathroom without bothering to throw on her robe. Lois Lane already knew she was fucked, it was only a question of which hole.

They stood on opposite sides of the bed. Blaze with her blood red skin and dark horns, the thin face like Egyptian royalty, framed with that wild mane of black hair, the stiff scarlet schlong pointing at Lois as though it was a hound that smelled its prey. Circe was olive-skinned, long lavender hair straight, green eyes blazing. Today, her cock was human in shape, though prodigious in length and girth...thicker than Blaze's, though not as long. The two supernatural dickgirls stared at Lois like disappointed lesbian soccer moms.

"You've been fucking us both!" Circe accused.

"She only ever fucked my ass," Lois said, and realized how lame that sounded the moment she said it.

"And I have come to claim what is mine!" Blaze insisted.

"Look," Lois pointed to the brand above her pussy. "Circe has already claimed my cunt, I can't..."

"We're both going to fuck you!" The dickgirls said at the same time.

Lois Lane pinched the bridge of her nose and grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser table—she always had lube at hand these days. "Sure. Fine. I've got some lube here, just decide who goes first and..."

"No sweetmeat, you don't understand," Blaze said, and suddenly she was at the reporter's side, faster than any human could move, tugging at the reporter's left arm.

By the time Lois looked at her, Circe had appeared at the reporter's right, and grabbed her arm. Together the two dickgirls dragged Lois toward the bed.

"We're going to fuck both of your holes together, you two-timing slut!" Circe finished.

The reporter swallowed. This was not what she'd had in mind for her day off.

They tossed Lois Lane onto her left side on the bed. Blaze plucked the bottle of lube from her left hand; Circe raised the reporter's right leg as high as it could go. The sorceress's cock was digging into the reporter's stomach. The reporter swallowed as she felt a familiar slick and hard lump press against her backdoor. The demon passed the sorceress the bottle without a word, and Circe squirted a generous dollop onto her thick cock.

"Um...mistress? Can you...I've never taken two before..."

"Who gives a fuck?" Blaze said as she slid her cock home. Lois coughed.

Circe, her dick slick and ready, reached down and pressed the tip of her cock at the entrance to the reporter's well-used quim. The labial piercings jangled as the sorceress slid in smoothly, though not as deep as normal. The reporter winced as her ass and pussy, so used to being filled one at a time, now felt stuffed past capacity when **** together.

"Stop rubbing your balls against mine, bitch!" Blaze growled. "I'm not fucking gay!"

"Then keep those pathetic little balls on your side!" Circe shot back. "I'm trying to knock this bitch up!"

Lois moaned, glad right then and there that she had kept up her birth control. She couldn't tell if the sorceress was being serious or just putting on a show for the demon bent on destroying the reporter's ass, but it wasn't the sort of subject to take chances on!

Demon and sorceress moved roughly, not working together, the reporter sandwiched between them. Lois felt their sweaty breasts press against her back and chest, their hands holding her thighs apart as they vainly strove to drive their dicks into her holes deeper and harder, while at the same time apparently locked in a battle of wills as to who could last longest without cumming. They jockeyed for position, and the reporter wondered if those dueling cocks were rubbing against each other through the thin skein of flesh between her pussy and ass, as it felt like. She imagined what two men might look like, wrestling like this, their pricks striving messily for dominion...

"This is intolerable," Blaze said, after a while. "I think a change in position is necessary."

"Agreed," Circe said.

"Do I get a say in this?" Lois said...but the dickgirls ignored her.

Together, the three women slowly rose from the bed. Lois could not tell who was responsible for this act of telekinesis...or indeed, if it wasn't both of them working together, their magic bent now toward a single purpose. As they spun slowly, the hands Circe and Blaze slid down over the reporter's legs bending them outward to the side untilt he reporter grunted in pain, doing a full split in mid-air, the muscles in her thighs and crotch straining and quivering, held by forces seen and unseen...

...and from this perspective, both of the floating dickgirls could penetrate the helpless reporter to the utmost.

"You know," Circe said as her cock pushed forward, grinding perilously close to the reporter's cervix. "I think she's tighter with a dick in her ass."

"I was about to say," Blaze added as she **** the last inch of her dick into the overstretched rectum. "That her asshole, lovely as it normally is, seems a bit tighter tonight."

"Perhaps..." the sorceress said. "A truce? We could do this more often."

"I'm still going to fuck her ass during the day," Blaze said.

"Of course. And I'll still pump my pet's pussy at night. Yet there is no reason we cannot...share."

Lois Lane sighed quietly.

Well, she thought as her mistresses began to move, thrusting together this time, cocks sliding in and out of her holes with odd synchronicity, slowly building up the pace, At least they're working together. That's something...right?

Yet in her heart of hearts, the reporter knew that this was only the beginning.