Lois Lane Will Not Be Broken

Black veins crawled beneath her flesh. The numbness and pain had spread and mingled. Tendrils crept up beneath her face, wrapped tight around her heart. Lois Lane could feel them behind her eyes, and the mocking, sinuous shapes in the darkness above writhed in silent ecstasy above her.

Every inch of Lois could feel the corruption as it spread through her...and with it, the terrible heat. The pressure grew in her pussy as whatever was within her demanded release. Black sweat beaded her body, until her pale form seemed drenched in a sheen of oil. The futazombie's hands had trouble grasping her flesh, and Lois could feel the power in her struggles increase, muscles suddenly stronger...

That wasn't all. Her mind was growing. More sensitive, more aware. She could make out each and every cock in this room by its smell. The drip of black milk from her swollen, engorged breasts down her skin was like a razor pulled against a piano wire, striking some terrible chord in her soul. The reporter's head pounded as every part of her body demanded release. She wanted to cum...to grab her cunt...thrust fingers in her ass...to beat one of these horny bitches into bloody pulp and then squat on their spurting cocks until she was satisfied.

No! Lois swore to herself as the tendrils seemed to squirm beneath her scalp, and the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. I'm not going to give in!

The pulse of the pearl inside her abdomen was stronger now than the beating of her own heart. Lois could feel the terrible pressure of it in her brain, like a tide. Surging and then receding, surging and receding. Every time the surge grew so intense that Lois could focus on nothing else, she saw herself at her most carnally wanton; every moment of sexual shame and depravity she had ever known and experienced, some of them from tonight, came back to haunt her, relived as if for the first time...and every time it went away it felt like a little more of her went with it, the memory drained, the dark void inside of her growing.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't sure there was much left of her at all.

Her whole existence seemed to stand at a precipice. Blaze's hands mauled the reporter's breasts, now easily twice as large as they should be. Lois could feel the black cock pressed against the side of her face, and it was all she could do not to open her mouth and lick it.

"Magnificent," Blaze murmured. "No one has held out so long. You've come through the initiation with your mind intact...a ready vessel to serve me. All you need now is to surrender to the black pearl, and know pleasures you could only dream of."

Surrender. That was the word. Lois Lane felt like a stranger in her own body...felt too, the terrible power in her corrupted form. But that isn't enough, is it? She needs me to give in. What if I don't? Will it destroy me...or will I master it?