Epilogue: Lois Lane's Rescue

Explosions. Screams. Lois moaned softly as her balls and cock tensed. After the first hundred or so ejaculations, her urethra had felt raw, and cumming had been a mixture of pleasure and pain. Since then, the pain had faded. The former reporter wasn't sure if urethras could grow calluses, but now when she came, there was just a pleasant rush as the sperm was pulled out of her dick via the vacuum.

Someone played with the straps on her face. Pulled the feeding-cock out of Lois's mouth. The vacant violet eyes blinked, focused on the cowled figure that scowled at her.

"Superman," Batman said. "We found her."

Lois squirmed on the table. They'd put her in a smock, and she didn't like it. Her balls ached, cock hard. She kept clenching her ass, which felt empty. Hollow. People came and went. Doctors. One of them wore a blue robe and had a golden helmet. The light from his amulet played over her.

At one point, she'd tried to finger her ass, but the doctor had made her stop.

In the observation room, Batman and Superman watched.

"We don't know if it's brainwashing, or brain damage. Possibly both. Unusual activity in the cerebral cortex, the hypothalamus...clear evidence of nymphomania. I've contacted her family; her father is going to allow us to move her to an apartment where she can be monitored and cared for as we try to reverse...whatever Blaze did to her," Batman said.

"What about the magicians?" Superman asked. "Can't they do anything?"

"Zatanna is willing to try, but she isn't sure what the interaction of her magic and Blaze's will be, or how long it will last. Dr. Fate and Raven are working on a more permanent solution. The wizard Shazam has Blaze bound at the Rock of Eternity, but she isn't being cooperative so far."

Superman nodded. "Can I see her?"

Batman glanced at him. "I think it might be best if you changed first."

No more doctors. No one to tell Lois not to play with her ass. She moaned as three fingers slid into her ass, lubed only with her own saliva. Searching for the hard nut of her prostate. Her cock was hard, and Lois wanted to suck it...

The door opened again. A familiar figure lumbered in, quiet despite his large size. Dark plastic frames over the blue eyes. Necktie not quite tied right. Lois grinned.

"Smallville!"

His smile was one of relief...but sad, too.

"Lois," he said. "We've got a room for you. All to yourself. No more doctors for right now."

"Room?"

His big, warm hands slid around her upper arms and helped her off the table. Unlike the others, he didn't try to get her to stop fingering herself.

One arm on her shoulder, he guided Lois out of the room, and down the corridor. Her legs felt like wet noodles. She stepped awkwardly.

"You'll need to get a little more exercise," he said. "They said you'd been in that harness for weeks."

"I came a lot," Lois said. She found herself leaning against Clark. He was so warm and solid. "That was all I was doing. I think I even came in my sleep."

Another door. He opened it up. It was like a hotel room. A queen-sized bed. Flatscreen television bolted to the wall. A desk with a laptop bolted in place. Mini fridge and chest of drawers. A doorway showed a bathroom with bath and shower, another showed a closet. The reporter's bare feet felt cool tile beneath her feet, though, and the sheets on the bed were rubber or plastic. Something slick. Easy to clean. There were no windows, and no hard corners. Everything was smooth, rounded.

"Are you hungry?" Clark asked. He let her go for a moment. "Thirsty? We can get you something..."

Lois took the fingers out of her ass. She slammed into Clark, hugging him. He was so warm and solid. Smelled like fresh laundry drying in the summer sun.

"Clark," she whispered. "Don't leave me. I'm so...empty."

She buried her face in his chest. Her cock pressed against his own through the thin smock. Hers was bigger...much bigger. Lois shivered as his arms settled around her.

"Clark," she mumbled. "I need...I can't..."

He kissed her forehead, awkwardly, tenderly. "The doctor said you'd...have urges. There are plugs here...lube. To help keep you...satisfied."

"But I don't need a plug," she said, grinding her cock against him. "I need you."

From the monitor room, Batman scowled as Lois dragged the most powerful man on the planet toward the bed.

"Activate privacy mode," he said. "Cease recording audio and video."

Batgirl tapped in the commands. The monitors went blank, except for the scrolling vitals...Lois Lane's heartrate, body temperature, and other critical statistics.

"Is this really a good idea?" She asked. "I mean, Lois is..."

"Her sexual urges are out of control. Clark Kent will give her a safe outlet. It's better this way. Unless you think we should keep her strapped down and **** to keep her from humping every vaguely phallic object in the room."

Batgirl turned toward him. "Was that really necessary, Bruce?"

"Sorry. I'm...it's hard to see her this way."

"You sound like you could use a little relief yourself," Batgirl said...and then made an obscene gesture with her tongue in cheek, fist pumping toward her lips.

He glared at her...but didn't stop the twenty-something heroine as she grabbed at his utility bel and pulled him toward her.

"Tell me honestly," Batgirl said, as she undid his belt and pulled at his pants to free his cock. "Do you like chicks with dicks?"

Batman didn't answer. He was already rock hard as Batgirl ran her tongue around the head of his cock.

"Oh...oh yes Clark, right there, right there!" Lois moaned in utter satisfaction as her ass was finally full once again. Except it was better this time. Warm, living flesh. Not like the dull plug. Her lover had ripped away the smock as he took her, hands running over her naked body, his lips against her neck.

It was almost perfect. Just one more thing.

Her pale hand gripped one thick wrist and guided it down her stomach to her aching, neglected cock.

"Milk me?" She gasped. "Please?"

His hand gripped the shaft. So much thicker than his own...but he was so gentle with it. She had to guide him, pressing her ass back into his cock, Pulling on his wrist so that his hand shuffled up and down her cock. Soon, they found their rhythm. Pumping Lois Lane's cock as she fucked his steel-hard shaft. Lois moaned like a cow that had found her bull...and before long she started to cum, lowing softly as hot thick gravy oozed out over his knuckles...and Lois smiled, utterly sated, as she came and came and came...until his hand was wet and slick as it ran over her cockhead, and she had to guide him less. He was jerking her off faster now, thrusting a little harder, the cockhead hitting her prostate with every thrust...and then she felt him push deep, and there was that familiar sensation she had missed. The jizz streaming inside of her.

"I wish you could fuck me forever," she said.