Epilogue: Even More Consequences

Far too many times in her life, Lois Lane had woken up bound. She played dead for a while, breathing shallowly in and out through her nose with her eyes closed. Tried to focus her attention on what she could hear, to subtly test the strength of her bonds. Stone against her face, metal chains tied about her arms, wrists, ankles. No locks that she could feel with her fingers. No gag in her mouth, and there was no chemical taste or odor in her mouth or nostrils to indicate a ****...and no pain from a stungun or blackjack. How had they caught her? The last thing she remembered was stepping into the elevator of the Daily Planet building.

There was the sound of footsteps, someone else in the room with her. Close by. Lois did her best to remain still and pretend to still be asleep. The thing about being a hostage was awareness of your surroundings, the ability to take advantage of any moment of distraction to make your escape...

"I know you are awake, Lois Lane," a man's voice, nasal and reedy, with a trace of a Middle Eastern accent. Something nudged her hard cock, which strained against her skirt.

Lois cursed her dick. Her violet eyes shot open, determined to see who her captor was this time.

The room was round, and all of stone, with no windows. Like some crypt in a medieval castle. There were no doors either; but Lois lay in the center of a complex pentagram that had been drawn in the floor with chalk, ugly black candles burning with blue flames at every vertex. There was a crude nitch in the wall that served as a bed, a table cluttered with bottles and jars and alchemical instruments, a shelf that held a library of leather-bound books, and curled scrolls and manuscripts. Her captor stood inside the circle, foot carefully placed not to disturb the lines.

He looked like a man who had been sucked through a straw; his face had the kind of deep lines that spoke not so much of age as a thousand hardships of mind, spirit, and body; a long face, cleanshaven with a lantern jaw and piercing eyes of the palest blue she had ever encountered. His body was thin and spare, dressed in dark blue robes. ornamented with bands of gold at neck, throat, and waist...and it looked like real gold too, hammered and etched into shape, heavy and set with geometric shapes. The man loomed over her, the tip of his boot pressing against the underside of Lois Lane's cock.

"I am Felix Faust."

The reporter blinked. That sounded vaguely familiar.

"Weren't you defeated by the Justice League?"

He stiffened. His upper lip curled. "Those fools..."

"And Black Adam?"

The lip descended into a thin line. "A mighty adversary."

"And the Elongated Man?" Lois pressed. She was pretty sure she had heard something about the Elongated Man.

"Enough!" he said, brow furrowed. "I will erase the memory of those past defeats when I get what I desire from you!"

Lois Lane raised an eyebrow, her entire posture denoted attentive listening. Far be it from her to stop a villain from their monologue.

"My divinations have discovered your...condition," he said. One hand behind his back, the necromancer lifted the other...and Lois felt herself being drawn up from the floor as though held by invisible hands, the heavy chains dragging against her body. "The bodily fluids of demons have great virtue for magical operations. With you in my possession, my conjurations will be more effective than before. I will be able to bind the lords of Hell itself to my whims..."

That was the cue for Lois to squirm, and she did. The chains had loosened a little during the levitations, but there still wasn't leverage enough for Lois to work her way free.

"At first, I was content to suspend you from the ceiling and bleed the demon blood from you, drop by drop...but now that I have had time to consult the scrolls of Thoth-Amon, I have determined a better way to...ingest your magical potential."

His arm was still raised...and now he twisted his arm so that the palm was face up. Lois felt the chains about her ankles slip free and hit the ground with a hard crash. Faust's fingers parted, and the reporter's legs opened into a V, invisible hands grasped her ankles and held them apart. The position **** the reporter's skirt to rise up, so that Lois Lane's panties—and her hard prick pressing against them—were clearly visible.

Faust's other hands came up. He made a motion like snatching the air...and the reporter felt her panties slide off her left leg. Lois renewed her struggles, futile as they were, as her cock and pussy were exposed to the air. The necromancer circled the bound reporter as she floated helpless before him. Lois did her best to twist away from him, but the unseen hands held her fast.

With his own hands, Felix Faust stuffed the reporter's panties into her mouth, then tore a blue strip from his robes and tied it tightly around her head to keep them there.

Now Faust stepped out of her sight...and she felt hot breath on her dick. The reporter renewed her struggles. She did not want this to happen. In her soul, she cried out for someone to save her. Superman...Blaze...anyone!

Perhaps he hesitated. It seemed like he was breathing on her cock for a long time. Then she felt the cold lips envelop the head of her prick. So unlike Blaze's mouth. There was no eagerness, no confidence, no skill. His lips closed around the head of the reporter's dick as though unsure what to do next, and Lois remained still, not wanting to blow a load in the necromancer's mouth.

Yet he seemed to realize this, or at least realized that something more was needed. Tentatively, his teeth scraping against her sensitive cock, Felix Faust moved, to take more of Lois into his mouth. Her cock scraped against the roof of his mouth, and his warm, squishy tongue pressed against the underside of her dick. Despite herself, Lois could feel her hips want to thrust. Even a bad blowjob was a blowjob, and though it take twenty or thirty minutes, she was sure that she would come eventually.

How long Felix Faust fellated her, the reporter was not certain. Long enough that she felt the heat grow inside her body, the by-now familiar pressure build at the base of her dick. This was already bad, but it was getting worse...the last thing she wanted to do was either cheat on Blaze or empower this cretin...

Then, among the sloppy noises as Faust finally got into the spirit of sucking her cock, she heard something like the clap of distant thunder...and the unwanted oral sex stopped. With an effort, Lois tried to sit up in midair...and her eyes went wide as she saw Blaze standing behind Faust, her hands gripping his head. The tips of her scarlet claws were digging into his temples and the sides of his face, drops of blood oozing down from the wounds.

"Hi sweetie!" Angie said to her. The demon wrinkled her nose, and the chains on Lois Lane's chest and arms fell down. Lois reached up and undid the knot, pulled her panties out of her mouth.

"Hi Angie," Lois croaked. The demon beamed...and pulled Faust's head off her girlfriend's cock. "I uh...he kind of sucked me off a little."

"Well, I suppose I'll have to forgive you this time," Blaze said. She wiggled her fingers, and Lois swore she saw crimson fingertips push against Faust's eyeballs. "I hope you'll forgive me if I skull-fuck this little bitch-ass necromancer?"

Lois sucked in clean air. She stared at Faust...and thought of the positive pregnancy test back at home. He was going to bleed her out. And the baby along with her.

"I don't want to watch," the dickgirl reporter said firmly. "And wear a condom!"

"Don't worry. I'll wash my cock after I'm done with him." Blaze blew her a kiss...and then there was another clap of thunder, and both Blaze and Faust were gone.

As soon as the necromancer disappeared, so did the invisible hands that held Lois aloft. She dropped down, and be instinct got her feet under her first. Even so, the impact sent shooting pains up her shins and knees. Lois sighed and looked around Faust's lair.

Knowing Angie, she was probably going to take her time. Lois Lane shook her head as she walked over to Faust's library, hoping there was something she could read to pass the time. When she had taken Blaze's blood, she really hadn't thought through all the consequences...