Epilogue: Old Familiar Faces

"It's uncanny," a familiar voice said. "She looks just like Lois Lane."

Stuck in the stocks, her ass sore and fucked raw, legs and back tired, Lois stiffened at the sound of that voice. It couldn't be...she wouldn't...

"Doesn't she just?" Angelica Blaze's voice came, and Lois twisted her head.

Blaze was there, in a crimson business jacket and miniskirt, with high stockings and high heels. The men next to her...

Jimmy Olsen and Perry White, from the Daily Planet. Lex Luthor, the billionaire businessman and sometimes mad scientist...and behind them, still in his dress uniform, Lois saw the broad shoulders and stern countenance of General Sam Lane...her own father.

Lois swallowed. She didn't know what to say. They were staring at her in curiosity, filing closer.

"My congratulations, Miss Blaze," Lex said as he stepped closer, and bent down to look Lois in the eye. "You even got the eyes the exact same shade."

"Colored contacts," Blaze said. "Of course, the real Lois Lane would never subject herself to such a humiliating spectacle. Whoring her ass out for all and sundry..."

Her Mona Lisa smiled flickered across her face. "...still, if you gentleman are satisfied?"

"Yes, absolutely," Lex said. He reached down and unzipped his pants. "Cocks out, gentleman. I'm paying."

Lois Lane's mouth went dry as Lex Luthor, Superman's greatest enemy, pulled his limp cock out of his pants slid a condom onto it. Then he stepped forward, Lois unable to escape...and then she realized that he was doing this for her benefit. Bringing his cock right up to her face.

So she could suck it.

Realization hit Lois, too late. Angie had promoted her as some kind of lookalike of herself. She'd heard how some rich men would hire whores who looked like their wives or girlfriends, then subject them to sexual experiences that they would never agree to. Sweaty and naked as she was, makeup running, her ass covered in cum, Lois couldn't look much like herself right now...they didn't recognize her.

She could do whatever she wanted. No...they could do whatever they wanted to her.

Tired as she was, Lois felt a sexual thrill run through her body. She smiled and opened her mouth, her tongue stretching out to lick Lex Luthor's condom-clad cock and bring it into her mouth.

"Gee, Mr. White," Jimmy said. "Are you sure that's not Miss Lane? What if she's been...brainwashed or something?"

"My daughter would never whore herself out in this fashion," General Lane said gruffly. He already had his cock out, the grizzled dick stiff as a board, and was slipping a condom on it. "Now get your pecker out boy, unless you're some kind of faggot. This slut is hot for it. Would be a sin not to give it to her."

"He's right Jimmy," Perry White said, and Lois saw he had shucked his pants entirely, standing there in his boxers and stroking himself to hardness. She was surprised at how thick his dick was. "Mr. Luthor is paying, so we might as well take advantage of the situation."

"Alright chief," he said, tugging at his bowtie. "If you say so."

In her stocks, Lois was doing her best to lick and suck. Lex Luthor brushed the dark hair that had been plastered to her forehead with sweat aside, so he could look her in the eye as she tried her best to bob her head on the tip of his dick, despite her limited range of movement. His green eyes seemed to blaze, lost in whatever fantasy he was living out.

His cock hardened, standing out straight and tall, and instead of trying to take it all in her mouth, Lois let it escape with a wet plop, her hungry mouth seeking his hairless, shaven balls...but the tycoon pulled away, suddenly, and General Lane stepped forward.

For a moment, Lois paused, mouth agape. Her own father. His balls were a grizzled mass of gray hair, the prick short—maybe five inches—but covered with dark blue veins beneath the swollen purple mushroom head, and Lois was amazed to see the scars on that dick, including one round bulging mass halfway along that almost looked like a bullet hole, and made the prick swell out in the middle to almost two inches wide.

Her head was at the perfect height, and the old man grabbed the boards and pressed her hips forward. Lois had the presence of mind to wrap her lips over her teeth at the last moment as he slammed the full length of his cock into his daughter's waiting mouth, until his hairy balls slapped against her chin and the bulging tip nearly choked her.

How long has he wanted to do this? Lois wondered. She hadn't known her father to be with anyone since her mother had died. With two daughters growing up into ripe young women in his house... How did Dad manage all these years? I mean, he never touched us, would never do that, but how many nights must he have gone to sleep with a hardon just thinking about us...

Behind her, she felt Lex Luthor's hands spread her ass. Even as her father fucked her face, the villain slid her hairless shaft into her aching hole. Lois moaned around her father's dick.

"Ah," Lex said, squeezing and pinching the bruised buttocks. "You can't know how long I've thought about fucking an ass like this."

Trapped in the stocks, Lois Lane could do nothing as the cocks pressed against her mouth and ass as though trying to meet in the middle. The general thrust his hips forward relentlessly, pounding his cock into her mouth so hard that Lois felt her jaw begin to ache, the back of her head slam into the board. Lex Luthor was content with doing his best to keep up, fucking her with long strokes, drawing his dick out until only the head was still inside and then slamming the whole thing in at once, a punishing regimen even for a colon that hadn't just experienced four hours of near-constant use.

Sam Lane came first. His hair belly pressed forward until it crammed into her nose and blocked out everything else, the head of his dick popping into her throat. She gagged and drooled as his cock throbbed, pumping pent-up seed into the condom lodged into his daughter's throat. As he pulled out, it stayed there, Lois unable to dislodge it.

Lois felt the thin latex extend past her lips, tried to cough, but could only manage a wheeze. She was **** on her own father's cum...but Angie was there and pulled the condom out from between her lips. The reporter sucked in air...and then Jimmy was there.

His cock was skinny, six and a half inches long but barely an inch wide, the tip long and pointed like the head of a blunted arrowtip. He was ready to explode...and did.

"Aaah!" Lois cried out as hot white cream spurted into her left eyes. A warm rain of sticky jizz splurted out across her cheeks, forehead, the bridge of her nose...and Jimmy was there, the skinny young man shaking as he rubbed his naked cock across her cheeks.

"Oh Miss Lane!" he said. Lois wondered how many times he had dreamed of doing that too.

Lois tried to shake her head to clear it, still unable to open her left eye, which stung like blazes...and then she realized she couldn't see Perry White, and that Luthor's endless humping had slowed.

Another hand on her ass. Callused in a way that Luthor's hand wasn't. The way you get from learning to set type as a boy, of pounding a typewriter for decades. Hands stained with tobacco and ink, and it was stretching her wide. Only the tip of Luthor's dick was inside of her ass now, but she could feel something else pressing against it...

"Oh fuck," she sputtered, drool still dangling from her lips. Almost unconsciously, her tongue reached up to taste the salty jizz that Jimmy had deposited on her face. That got the redhead pumping his flagging shaft, as if searching for another load.

"Oh, FUCK," she said louder as Lex Luthor and Perry White squeezed the heads of their dicks together inside of the reporter's ass. Her tired and abused hole felt like a rim of fire...but her slick, well-greased ass was letting them both slip inside.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Perry gasped. "I haven't fucked a whore like this since I broke the story about Power Girl's wardrobe malfunction."

Luthor only grunted in response. The reporter knew that he must be near his limit...and she started to waggle and squeeze her ass. Mouth gawping open as she felt the twin dicks slide deeper into canal. It was beyond anything she had ever experienced...but definitely something that she wanted to experience again.

A half dozen strokes was too much for the two men. The confines of her ass were too tight, side-by-side neither could thrust deep and hard...but she felt the frantic pelvis-jostling and grunts as they blew their loads into her, their condoms ballooning out.

"Miss Lane...c-can I fuck your ass?" Jimmy said.

Lois looked up her. She still couldn't open her left eye, but she could see his prick was hard again. Her own ass felt worn out, drooling, and Lois wasn't sure if it was cum or something else.

"Better put a glove on kid," Angelica said, tossing Jimmy a condom. "You don't know where that dirty slut has been, or who's been in her."

But you know, Lois thought, as she looked at her lover. There was color on Blaze's cheeks, and the reporter knew right then that the dickgirl had watched it all. Watched her girlfriend **** herself like a true slut...and loved every minute of it.

"C'mon, Olsen," Lois said. "Fuck my ass."

He hurried around to the back, holding his prick like he was afraid his erection would vanish any moment. From behind her, she could feel the eyes of the other three men on her as they watched him climb up on the step-block so her could fuck her.

"Long prick, isn't he? She'll feel that."

"Looks like there's a bit of blood. We might have overdone it a little."

"Oh, a whore like that likes it if it hurts a little. Great Caesar's ghost, can you imagine if that was the real Lois Lane!"

They laughed, as men laugh when no women are around. The only one not laughing was Jimmy Olsen himself. He was feeding his long, thin prick into that aching hole...and Lois hissed in pain. Luthor was right, there was a sharp pain there. She had no doubt that Jimmy was about to get a little blood on his dick.

He didn't care.

His cock sank into her well-fucked ass like he was trying to squeeze all of himself into her hole, testicles and all. His balls slapped against the ring that kept her dripping pussy inviolate, and he began to pound away, balls slapping against her cunt, and Lois could only grunt softly, her whole tired body aching with each slam-fuck.

Then Angelica was there, with a wet towel. Kneeling in front of her, wiping the jizz away from her face. That little smile on her lips, so familiar. Lois could see her dark eyes were widely dilated, the nostrils flaring as they took in the sent of the fresh semen on her face and the sweat dripping down from her fucked-out body. She mouthed a few words...and Lois felt herself begin to shake as she realized what Blaze was saying.

"Tonight, your ass is mine."

Then Lois was crying out, shaking in her stocks, knees buckling as it all became too much, pussy and ass clamping tight as her toes curled and her vision seemed to be blotted out with white light...and the men were cheering on Jimmy and slapping him on the back as he pumped his load into Lois Lane's ass.

Lois smiled as she knelt, head and hands still in the stocks, Jimmy's condom lodged in her ass.

Jimmy Olsen had made the whore cum.

"But what I don't understand," the young man said as they left the room. "How did she know my name?"

Then there was no one left but Lois Lane and Angelica Blaze.