Epilogue: Lois Lane, Dickgirl Vigilante

In the nights after Lois Lane returned from Gotham, a shadow stalked the streets of Metropolis. The Daily Planet's best-hung reporter had tried to put the encounter with Catwoman out of her mind, throwing herself into her work following the crime reports that filtered through the newspaper's office. Accounts of rapists, gang activity, prostitution, theft...

She got hard again, just thinking about the thrill. Late at night, she would feel the tension between her legs growing, the pressure of pleasure denied building as she breathlessly ran through lists of usual suspects, aliases, known high crime areas. When she could stand it no longer, Lois peeled off her skirt and threw on a long trench coat and wide-brimmed hat...and walked the streets.

At first, the reporter wasn't even sure what she was looking for. Night after night her feet took her to Suicide Slum, but she couldn't seem to find anything that answered to the throbbing need between her legs, the unsatisfied gnawing in her gut that she had felt ever since dealing with her first two "victims." Lois was about to turn back again, to spend another sleepless night with a raging erection, hoping for a nocturnal emission to ease her wearied mind...

When she saw a flash of electricity down an alley...and heard a scream. A woman's scream.

Curious, she quietly slipped through the alley, her every nerve tense, senses honed.

In a cul-de-sac, a petite woman stood, dressed in little more than a dark blue swimsuit. Her skin glowed electric blue, hair white. Lightning crackled off of her skin, grounding itself in nearby objects..and on the ground, a woman cowered. Lois had seen the victim before—a typical Suicide Slum prostitute she had seen many times before. A barely-there red miniskirt that did little to hide her ass and a top that wouldn't have fit her baby sister, barely out of highschool and barely any tits or ass...

"Bitch, where's my money?" The blue woman raised a hand...and Lois recognized her too, now. Livewire, one of Superman's foes. Literally made of electricity, unless she was shorted out. And, apparently, she had transitioned into pimping. Lois ground her teeth. There was an old hose against the wall, attached to a spigot. If there was still water...

I have to do something. But what if I get recognized...ah!

Silently, Lois dug a spare pair of pantyhose out of her purse, and brought them down over her head, the legs flapping behind her. No one would recognize her with this impromptu mask.

Lightning surged. The woman on the ground screamed. No one in Suicide Slum would dare intervene on behalf of a streetwalker...

Except Lois Lane.

She emerged from the alley like a ghost, pointing the garden hose at the burning electric femme. One thumb over the head of the hose turned the splash into a spray. Livewire screamed as the water hit her, electricity sparking out. Lois moved forward, directing the flow of water to drench the villain entirely. As she shorted out, electricity gave way to flesh, and the dark blue lighting-bolt swimsuit began to stick to the electric woman's small breasts and slim curves.

At last, Livewire was reduced to a huddled, cold, wet figure on the ground beside her former victim.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet," Lois heard herself growl, and opened the trenchcoat to reveal her mammoth erection. She strode forward, an avatar of justice. Livewire was too weak to protest as the newborn vigilante pulled her legs apart, and thumbed aside the swimsuit to reveal a pale pussy, the lips tinged with blue. Lois spread the helpless villain's labia with her thumbs, revealing an electric-blue interior.

"You masked fucker!" The villain growled, thrashing gently on her belly as the reporter placed the head of her cock against the tiny pussy.

Not a bad name, Lois mused. Although I should probably invest in a proper mask.

The head of the vigilante's prick seemed huge compared to Livewire's wet little pussy...and for a moment Lois hesitated. Then she felt the heat of that cunt against her dick, and heard the moans of the prostitute still recovering from the villain's last electrical shock. Her heart and her cock hardened.

The Masked Fucker pressed her cock into the snatch and made the villain squeal.

Livewire squirmed as Lois slowly fucked her cock in and out, just an inch, letting the villain get used to her size before pressing deeper. Blue-and-white fingernails scrabbled against the bricks paving this older part of Metropolis, trying to drag herself forward...and Lois looked up from her work for just a moment to see one pale arm stretched out, reaching for an electrical socket.

Lois grabbed the villain's hips and dragged her back onto her dick. Livewire moaned as her pussy spread, the reporter's hands squeezing her ass down around a cock thicker than her wrist.

"So...fucking...big!" She moaned...and then really moaned, body spasming, pussy tightening up. Lois grinned beneath her mask as she realized that the villainous bitch was actually cumming on her cock.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" Lois growled. "But your punishment isn't over. You're going to learn that crime doesn't pay!"

With a huff, the Masked Fucker pulled the villain up and staggered to her feet. Soaking wet, Livewire could only weigh about a hundred pounds...and Lois jogged her onto her dick for a few paces as she maneuvered away from the electrical outlet, carrying the villain over to the shell of a chopped up car.

Livewire grunted as Lois slammed the villain face-down over the head. Now, standing up, Lois could really fuck her...and began to. Her hips slammed into the villain with a brutal, unrelenting pace, driving the young woman's pale thighs against the rusty body of the car with bruising strength...and, to her surprise, it gave the villain enough leverage to fuck her back.

Bent over the car, grunting with each thrust, Livewire held on for dear life, all pretense of futile resistance evaporating as she gave herself over wholly to being fucked. The cunt was still incredibly tight, and the vigilante knew she was going to blow her load soon...and she wanted the villain to know it.

"Do you want it, you criminal cunt?" Lois hissed. "Tell me you want my jizz. Tell me you want it in you!"

"P-put it in me," the young woman moaned. "Void my fucking warranty! Charge my fucking womb battery! Spunk my spark-bank!"

With a final thrust that lifted Livewire up off her toes, Lois Lane unleashed all the pent-up sperm she had been saving up since her encounter with Catwoman over a week ago. She gave a little hoarse cry of relief as the ultra-thick ejaculation sprayed against the mouth of the villain's womb.

Then she pulled out. Livewire slumped against the car, legs too weak to hold her, a torrent of thick white goo dribbling out of her pussy.

"Who...who are you?" The prostitute asked, eyes wide with wonder.

"Call me...the Masked Fucker!"