Fuck Anything That Gets In Her Way

Lois Lane steeled herself. Get in, fuck the demons. That was the job. She strode through the door, the darkness parting before her like a curtain...and looked out onto a sea of lust.

Red lights provided enough light to see by, but there were dark shadows that lent a weird chiaroscuro effect. The club was set up in three descending levels, squares leading down to a pit, like an amphitheater. Each level had its own bar, its own waitresses—nude women whose bodies were painted with stripes so they could be marked out from the guests.

Except, as Lois noticed, they weren't all women. Some of the waitresses had glowing eyes, undulating tails, too many breasts or arms, horns...One of them, with an almost impossible cock, was plunging it in and out of a "guest" in a wanton display that made Lois blink...and felt her own demonic cock throb in sympathy. She looked away, scanning the bar again.

The levels were themed...the uppermost level, where Lois was at, had mostly couples in elegant suits and dresses, being discretely serviced at the tables and benches by bound men and women chained to posts. The next level down was standing room only, the attention focused on the entertainment—twelve live shows on small stages. Lois leaned over the railing, staring down at a cowled figure carving a pentagram between the breasts of a naked woman. Below that, the lights were dimmed so much Lois could barely see, but it looked like the clubgoers were entertaining themselves...the reporter noticed a couple gloryholes, a public toilet, men and women in stocks letting themselves be used...and not all of the figures using and being used were human... At the gloryhole Lois could see a man eagerly being sucked off by an undulating worm-like thing with the mouth of a whore, and it wasn't the worst of the things here.

And in the center, the pit...

...Lois thought it was a mosh at first, but the squirming bodies weren't dancing. They were fucking. A single, gigantic, uncoordinated orgy of flesh, a beast with hundred backs, packed together, spent lovers being ejected, fresh meat grabbed and drawn in...and at the center, ruling over all, a figure on a throne, too dark to make out details.

"Blaze," Lois whispered to herself. She could feel the tip of the erect cock peek out from her pants. It was a long way down, but if she could just get to her...Lois could end this madness in a single stroke.

Eyes on target, Lois headed toward the nearest set of stairs and headed down. Determined to fuck anyone that got in her way. Knowing she'd probably have to run a gauntlet of demonic poon...and her first victim stood on the bottom of the stairs, blocking her path.