Lois Lane Goes To Hell

There was a tunnel. Lois Lane felt as though she floated in darkness. Yet there was definitely a sensation of movement. Wind whipped past her naked body. Almost as an afterthought, she opened her eyes, and saw the bright light in front of her. There was, strangely, no fear at all as she moved toward the light. Lois remembered her final moments, and there was a sort of peace in dying while getting fucked in the ass. Curiosity stirred within her as the light grew brighter and brighter, bigger and bigger as she approached the end of the tunnel.

I wonder what comes next?

Lois Lane passed through the threshold of the end of the tunnel...and she found out.

The wind tasted of tears and ashes. The white noise that reached her ears were the screams of the damned. Down below, a vast glowing pool like the pool of molten rock at the caldera of a volcano...except it seethed, shifted, swarmed with naked bodies that writhed in agony. They fought and tusseled, the strongest or most vicious rising up briefly from the boiling surface on the bodies of those they trampled. Dark shapes flit over the pool, diving down like pelicans, long iron forks spiking through the bodies of the victors, to toss them back into the flaming pit.

She was falling...and Lois Lane realized she was in hell.

Seconds ticked away as Lois twisted in the air. She was aimed right at the center of the pool. Bursts of flame erupted from the surface, and she could already feel the heat on her naked skin.

An urge, sudden and immediate, struck the reporter. One hand reached back and...yes, she had a physical body, and so she had an asshole. Dry as she was, she grunted in discomfort as she wiggled her fingers into her anus...but after all, in a few seconds she would be burning for all eternity. Her breath caught in her throat as a finger slipped into her ass, tears came to her eyes, and she began to wiggle it back and forth. Her other hand went to her pussy, to rub at her clit.

A moment before she hit the surface, still violently fingering her ass and rubbing her pussy, Lois Lane closed her violet eyes and wondered what kind of God would make such a universe, and what she had done to deserve this.