Epilogue: Headlines

Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, sighed into the phone.

"You better be right about this, Lane. LexCorp could sue us for libel. You're absolutely, 100% positive that your source is legit?"

"Tight as anything, chief," Lois said, slightly out of breath. "I'll stake my name on it. Nobody could hold anything back with the sweating I gave her."

"Okay. We'll print it. But you damn well better be right, or it's both our asses."

The call ended. Lois Lane pushed her cock just a little deeper in Maria's pussy, and grunted hard. She wasn't sure if she actually came. It felt like she had, but Maria's pussy was such a sodden, cum-drenched mess that it was impossible to tell if she'd actually squeezed out another drop.

Maria, for her part, was spread-eagle, face down on the bed. She reminded Lois a bit of the coyote in the old roadrunner cartoons, after falling off a cliff. Every time Lois pulled her cock back, the cunt seemed to hug it, distending slightly around the girthy prick before the pink inner lips shown and the reporter's cum-slick shaft slid free.

The reporter knew they were both dehydrated. On her phone, she dialed room service and ordered a big breakfast—oysters, bananas, egg-white omelets, coffee, a gallon of orange juice. Maria simply lay there, awake but fucked out. That was okay. Lois kind of liked it, at least for right now. Later she'd want a little more interaction, but even with all that they had done last night, Lois was still getting to know her new prick...

...and she had to admit, she loved having a cock. Loved the feel of a tight cunt gripping her prick. Of busting a nut deep inside her hot hole. Of feeling Maria squirm beneath her, driven to yet another orgasm, the little cellulite on her thighs that shook when she came.

Idly, Lois began to massage Maria's back and shoulders. The muscles were tense, despite how limply the young woman lay there.

"Don't worry babe, coffee's on the way," Lois promised. "A little protein, a little caffeine..."

"I'm fucked," Maria croaked.

Lois couldn't suppress a giggle. The head of her dick was still plugged into Maria's pussy. "Yeah, you are."

"No, I mean...I betrayed Lex Luthor. He's going to kill me. And I'm not on birth control. I'm going to be pregnant, and he's going to kill me and the baby and..."

"Maria, he's not going to kill you," Lois assured her lover. Her hands moved lower, thumbs sliding on either side of Maria's spine, working the muscles there. "We're in a hotel we paid cash for, under false names, and I'm using a burner phone with a cutout. Batman would have a hard time finding us right now."

Lois Lane's hands slid down to Maria's ass. She squeezed the generous cheeks together, and began to push her cock in deeper. White jizz squeezed out on either side. The reporter's urethra was a line of fire, but she could dimly sense the need to squeeze out just one last little bit of cum. It was like her tank never quite ran dry, and the less there was, the more she itched to empty it completely. Even as Maria moaned, Lois began moving faster, wondering if she could but that nut before room service arrived.

There was a knock at the door.

"Damnit," the reporter said to herself. She raised her voice and yelled. "Just leave it outside, please! We'll get it in a mi—"

There was a splinter and crash of wood. Lois Lane looked up from her fucking.

"Oh."

He was built like a linebacker, well over six feet tall. Full leather face mask with great red eyes. Tubes protruded from the back of the skull, green liquid bubbling through it. The veins stood out on his neck, and he demolished the remains of the door with simple, calculated brutality.

"Bane," she named him, remembering the villain who had broken the Batman's back.

"Lois Lane," the voice was muffled slightly by the mask. "My employer wants your little fucktoy dead."

"I thought you reformed," Lois said. She wrapped her arms around the limp Maria and dragged the woman, still impaled on her dick, off the bed. The reporter didn't dare take her eyes off of Bane, but she didn't have anywhere to go...if she could even go anywhere, with the limp woman on her cock.

"We do what we must to survive," he stalked forward. Lois swallowed hard.

"I don't suppose we could work out some kind of deal?" The dickgirl's reporter's arms kept slipping, Maria was dead weight in her arms, the woman barely conscious, pierced breasts flopping about uselessly.

"I doubt you could meet my fee." Bane took a step toward the bed, grabbed the reporter's cellphone, and effortlessly crushed it to pieces. He tossed the bits on the bed as he stepped back toward the reporter. Despite the brutish appearance, Lois knew he was smart...Lois had no escape. "Nor do I think you would offer much sport, if I gave you a fighting chance."

There was an opening there. Lois swallowed hard.

"Not a fighting chance...but what about a fucking chance?" Lois said.

With a grunt of effort, she lifted Maria up off of her cock. A torrent of cum spilled out of the woman's pussy. With difficulty, Lois turned Maria around so that the breasts were practically in Lois's face, and the reporter's hands were spreading Maria's asscheeks.

"You and me, come on," Lois said. "First to cum loses. I'll take her pussy and you take her ass..."

It was a stupid play. Bane would have had to have been hornier than a teenager at Bible Camp to go for it. The villain could easily kill them both, or fuck them both, and there would be nothing either Lois or Maria could do about it. The reporter licked her lips as Bane came within arm reach. She had to find a button and push it.

"...unless what they say is true," Lois gasped. "And you really are gay for Batman."

Bane hesitated. Inside, Lois Lane whooped. Shots fired.

"Who says that?"

"I heard it in Arkham Asylum, the last time I went to interview the inmates," Lois lied smoothly. "You can't trust what Harley Quinn says, of course, because she'll talk shit about anybody, but Killer Croc claimed he'd heard it from King Shark who'd gotten it from somebody in the Legion of Doom..."

Bane loomed over her now. This close, she could smell him...that nasty, chemical odor, and the testosterone reek she associated with men's locker rooms and bodybuilding competitions. Lois swallowed hard, and tried to keep her voice from betraying her fear. "Poison I-Ivy thinks that maybe that venom works like steroids, and your cock and balls have shrunk so far that you can't even use them."

Lois could hear him breathing. Like a bull ready to gore a conquistador.

"She is mistaken."

He picked both woman and dickgirl up and tossed them on the bed. The reporter tried to twist in midair, so that she landed on bottom, Maria on top of her. The young woman grunted, and her pussy slipped hard down onto the reporter's cock again, but other than that she was okay...and unlike Lois, she couldn't see what was coming.

Bane unzipped his pants.

The cock was longer and thicker than most men's...perhaps five inches flaccid, with a particularly large purple mushroom tip studded with what looked like warts...but that wasn't what caught the reporter's attention. It was the two little tubes that were taped to Bane's hips, and were plugged into the base of the cock. One great hand moved to touch a control, and green fluid flowed down the lines...and the cock began to swell.

And swell.

And SWELL.

It was nearly as big as Lois Lane's Kryptonite-granted cock, or so it seemed to the dickgirl reporter. At least ten inches, an ugly shade of green-tinged purple, the hairless balls beneath nearly lost in a wrinkled scrotum. It stood out from his muscular body like one of those novelty mini-bats from a baseball game, thicker at the tip than it was at the base...and it was aimed at Maria's ass.

Lois hugged her close. "I uh...don't suppose you have lube?"

He dropped down to his knees at the edge of the bed...and Maria's eyes opened wide as she felt a tongue bigger than most dicks jam itself into her ass.

"In prison," the giant said, unzipping his mask. "I learned such things."

"Maria!" Lois whispered. "I need you to listen, okay? You're about to get fucked in the ass..."

"Dios mio!" Maria said. "I already am!"

"Honey," the reporter whispered. "That's foreplay. Seriously, you need to brace yourself and relax, because, um...if you live through this, you might not shit solid. Again. Ever. But if you don't do this...we're both dead."

Lois couldn't tell how thoroughly Bane was washing Maria's asshole with his tongue, but based on the young woman's reaction, it was "thoroughly." Still, the moment of truth would come when he decided to put his cock in...

...and Lois knew that. Not just by how Maria suddenly went rigid, but with how her pussy suddenly went tight. The young woman's face twisted up, tears in her eyes as the well-greased ass was suddenly pried open, and her body was **** to accept another cock as big, or nearly as big, as Lois Lane's. Between the two of them, Maria's holes were getting stretched to their limit, and the reporter was shocked to find she could actually feel Bane's dick slide in, the thin integument between pussy and ass feeling as fine as tissue paper, so it was almost like they were rubbing their hard cocks against one another.

They began to move, the three of them. Even with Maria's legs open as wide as she could, there was no way she could fit all of both their cocks inside of her...not from this position, or any position. Yet the reporter had to give the young woman credit: she tried. Scared to ****, probably impregnated, holes getting destroyed, she gamely tried to move her hips, to squeeze her muscles, to get the two massive pricks inside of her to feel good...

It couldn't last forever, nor did it. Probably, if Lois hadn't spent most of the night balling Maria, she would have cum first. Her cock was still new, unfamiliar, and even during their impromptu threesome Lois found herself squirming beneath Maria, striving to get enough stimulation to cum inside of her...but it was Bane that came first. Not loudly, not just a splooge of chemical spunk pouring into Maria's ass, but with a few final rapid thrusts and then a throbbing that Lois could feel in her own dick as he painted her guts with his load.

Defeated, the villain pulled out.

"I will give you twenty minutes. And tell Luthor that I got here too late. If I catch you again..." Bane's mouth disappeared as he zipped up his mask. "...your ass is mine, Lois Lane."