Epilogue: The Masked Fucker Rises

Gotham. Night.

The Masked Fucker stalked the streets, her nakedness hidden in a trenchcoat. It had been weeks since Lois Lane had been able to punish any criminals, and her prostate was a throbbing presence buried between her legs. Yet she refused to masturbate. No, her seed was meant for the wrongdoers, to punish them for their transgressions, to set them on the right path...and her heart had leaped when her editor had sent her to Gotham again, Gotham where crime was almost a way of life.

She flexed her hands. The new gloves had stun-guns built into the knuckles. One good punch connecting was all she needed. The dickgirl vigilante hadn't had a chance to use them yet, not in action.

It was only a few minutes passed midnight when Lois saw the **** deal go down, in a parking lot full of rusting heaps not three blocks from Crime Alley. The person selling was a man, a bodybuilder type with a shaved head, bulging muscles that spoke of steroid ****, the black T-shirt stretching across his chest distorting the image of Arnold Schwarzeneggar emblazoned on it. Lois snorted as she thought about what the **** must have done to his genitals; she wanted to whip out her cock and humiliate the pathetic fucker with his tiny prick and little balls...and then she saw the client.

Lean, young, female, early 20s. Her jeans hugged her ass, the patched leather jacket was just the right side of shady. She wore a Gotham Knights baseball cap, her red hair pulled in a ponytail through the hole in the back...and the **** she were buying were little vials of green liquid.

Venom. The same muscle-building **** that the villain Bane used. Nasty shit. Obviously, the athletic redhead didn't use it herself—her muscles weren't that huge. No, that must mean she was a dealer herself.

The vigilante ducked around her corner and pulled on her mask, shed her coat. She was already hard. The transaction took only a few moments, and the Masked Fucker waited patiently, out of sight, barely daring to breathe as the buyer's footsteps came closer.

Lois Lane nearly blew it right off. Her left hook popped out of nowhere as the redhead turned the corner, but the woman ducked, the Masked Fucker's fist hitting air. Instinctively, the dickgirl followed up with a right hook...and this woman, however she was, moved to block. Almost immediately, the reporter knew she was outmatched...the woman was working on instinct and training, in impossibly good shape, fast and strong...but then she caught sight of the dickgirl's naked body, the naked breasts and the nearly foot-long cock that jutted out between from between her legs...and she hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, blue eyes widening.

It was all the opening the Masked Fucker needed.

The left jab took the ****-buyer on the chin. An electric snap sounded as 50,000 volts burst through the redhead's body. Lois saw her stiffen, stagger...and the follow-up with her right caught the woman in the belly and there was another electrical burse. Now the redhead's body convulsed, and she collapsed onto her side, coughing bile into the street.

The vigilante panted. She looked around. No one had seen the altercation. Lois grabbed the limp, almost-**** woman and dragged her into the alley, where the streetlights didn't reach. A knocked-over trashcan provided the perfect surface. The Masked Fucker draped her prey stomach-down over it, ass high in the air...and tugged at her pants.

The mule-like kick caught Lois by surprise. It struck her left thigh, so hard that for a moment the dickgirl thought her leg had broken. The redhead was groggy but dangerous, pushing herself up with her arms...and Lois, still holding onto the woman's belt with her right hand, caught sight of bare skin just about the spine. Her left fist shot forward hard, and the redhead froze again as the electric arc of the taser zapped through her body...and collapsed, sprawled across the trashcan once again.

Rubbing her left leg, Lois panted.

Who the hell is this woman? Not your average **** dealer, certainly.

The reporter hoped she didn't have much more fight left in her. All the charges in her left glove were spent, and she only had one left in her right glove. Without further ado, the vigilante roughly pulled the black jeans down around the woman's knees. Pale white thighs and a tight, muscular ass greeted her...and Lois was throbbing, **** to plunge her cock inside of her. Yet she was wary now, and using her left hand, gently probed inside the red-furred cunny in front of her...and felt something hard. Frowning, Lois drew it out.

It was a flexible plastic tube, filled with backward-facing spikes. Lois whistled. A dentata. If the Masked Fucker had tried sticking her cock in there, she would have ended her vigilante career. Lois dropped the cunt-trap on the ground and spread the cunt. It was a lovely salmon color, no signs of disease, no scars or piercings, not even a terrible smell. The dickgirl almost felt bad as she hawked and spat into the tight pussy.

Lois dropped down to one knee, and buried her face in that cunt. Her tongue licked and slurped, wanting to get it as wet and loose as possible, the better to squeeze her dick in. Even with just her tongue, it felt tight. The Masked Fucker could feel the muscular walls of the cunny on either side of her tongue, and ran her tongue around the hole that was the entrance to her canal, dropped down lower to suck on the little clit, teasing it until it emerged from its little hood. her hands grabbed and squeezed the ass, trying to encourage bloodflow to the genitals.

When the Masked Fucker rose, her cock cast a shadow over the cunt.

Holding the pussy lips apart with her gloved hands, Lois leaned forward and rubbed the spittle into the quim with the head of her dick. It brought a smile to her masked face to think that even the sperm in her precum could potentially knock this bitch up.

"Bet you won't be out buying **** when you're nine months pregnant," Lois whispered...and pushed forward.

It was tight. Too tight. Even with the repeated hits from the taser, it felt to Lois like the redhead's pussy was trying to squeeze her cock off. The Masked Fucker endured it, gently feeding her cock deeper and deeper, probing the woman's pussy. She had to know how deep it went...and when she was about half the way in, figured that was as far as she could get. If the woman was awake, and into it, sexually excited, her uterus would rise...but she was out of it, and Lois would have to make do with what she had.

After weeks of abstinence, Lois would take what she would get.

A part of her wished someone could see it, as she began to hump the **** woman's pussy. Half-naked, that fat cock sliding in and out of that tight pussy, the pink inner lips being pulled outside of the outer labia with every pull, and Lois was puffing before ten minutes was up, sweating despite the chill in the air. Her hands gripped the hips and she lowered and widened her stance, the better to push in deep...because that's where her seed was going to go.

"Gonna knock you up," Lois muttered, her balls tight now, the throbbing of her prostate growing with every swing of her hips. "Gonna spunk you good! Fucking take it you criminal slut. Fucking...just fucking..."

Lois was so engrossed in her fucking she didn't notice the woman's hand move until it was almost too late. The Masked Fucked flinched as the redhead's legs suddenly gripped her own. The upper body twisted, and Lois saw a furious beauty glare at her with utter hatred. Something sharp and black flew out of the woman's right hand and sliced into the Masked Fucker's mask, right over her left eye...and Lois Lane's right hook shot out, the punch landing smack dab in the back of the woman's head, unleashing the last charge in her stun-glove.

The taser shock hit them both, and Lois Lane froze. Her whole body froze, unable even to breathe. She tasted ozone, whole body clenching...and her dick seemed to explode, all the semen **** out in a single massive burst that painted the woman's womb white.

The redhead went limp again. Lois staggered backward. Her left leg throbbed, barely able to walk. Her erection was dying, the cock utterly spent and now aching. The redhead lay there, cum dripping out of her pussy. Mission complete, Lois staggered back to collect her coat, and ripped off the mask to see what the woman had thrown at her.

It was small, not metal but some sort of ceramic. Razor-sharp, black and nonreflective. Not a shuriken or knife, but something curved with multiple points. The reporter held it up to the light of the moon...

...and her heart sank as she saw the familiar outline of the batsignal.

Lois turned her head back to the alley. She sagged against a wall, and slipped the batarang into her pocket. Trying to come to terms with what had just happened.

"I **** Batgirl," the Masked Fucker muttered to herself.