Fuck Lois Lane's Prolapsed Anus

It should have been a familiar sensation. Lois Lane had just had Blaze's cock up her ass. Feeling the swollen head push into her asshole should have been just more of the same. Except that was before the bound, hanging human woman had pushed three demonspawn out of her poor, destroyed butt. The last one had literally turned Lois's ass inside out, at least an inch of her integument hanging down out of her butthole like a pink sock.

"Don't worry," the demon assured her, "my cum has healing properties."

Except to Lois Lane, it didn't feel like healing. It felt like getting fucked in an open wound. The demon's cock slipped into the soft, puffy pink integument and, with scarlet hands on the ropes, pushed the prolapsed asshole back inside the reporter's body. Lois could only whimper and hang there, staring at her three daughters on the bed...

How the fuck did I get here? Lois wondered as Blaze's balls slapped into the reporter's muff. The ropes were really starting to chafe, leaving red marks where they dug into the reporter's pale skin. It was a bitter question. She knew exactly how she got here, could recall each and every step in her head. Like a public service announcement of what not to do, that schools would show to bored teenagers.

The crimson cock was pushing the prolapsed anus in and out of the reporter's asshole, and Lois winced at the sensation. She knew that there were pornstars that actually used prolapsed assholes as a gimmick, but personally she couldn't see the attraction. It didn't feel good, even though she had been getting into it the last time that Blaze had fucked her ass. It just hurt. The reporter felt exhausted, utterly gutted and emptied out, and she just wanted this night to end.

"You uh, you okay there babe?" Blaze asked.

Lois sagged in her ropes and twisted her neck around. "I'm getting my ass fucked after it fucking collapsed because I just shat three demonspawn into the world. It's fucking destroyed, and you are FUCKING THE WOUND. Excuse me if I'm not exactly IN THE MOOD."

"Whew! Bit of post-partum there," the demonic dickgirl said. "But I know a solution to that!"

Blaze reached out and pulled a rope...and the whole array that kept Lois aloft seemed to collapse. The reporter fell onto Blaze's cock, speared to her core, and she just wanted to cry as the demon held her tight with one arm and undid the rest of the bindings with the other.

"Don't worry babe. You just feel empty! I get that. But don't worry...I can help..."