Lois Wakes Up To Supergirl's Tongue In Her Ass

In her dream, Lois Lane was trapped in the pillory. Men and women jeered at her, threw rotten fruit and rottener eggs, the missiles splashing her face and hair. All Lois could do was close her eyes and wince, the heavy wooden boards negating even the possibility of trying to dodge...and Lois knew she was lucky. When they ran out of food, they might grab cobbles and stones. A good hit with one of those could cost her an eye, break teeth...even split her skull.

Behind her, Lois could feel hands part her buttocks. Lois growled, but her feet were manacled. She could do nothing as her assailant pressed their face against her ass, which already hurt from yesterday. Every man in the town that wished to had taken their turn, and her anus felt slimy and broken, the rim of her anus burned constantly and there was an ache deep inside that told her if she survived this she might be shitting blood for days to come.

Not that the one behind her seemed to mind. Lois hissed as a tongue lapped against the burning rim of her busted bunghole. The nearest villeins began to point and laugh, and Lois Lane's cheeks burned. Soon they would start to make lewd rhymes...and she would never be able to show her face in this town again without everyone calling her 'Loose Lois'...

Consciousness broke in on the dream suddenly. Like a cat, Lois Lane awoke all at once. There was no slow slide to wakefulness, just instant alertness...and she was aware that she was face-down on her own bed, body drenched with sweat...and someone was licking her ass. Hot cheeks pressed into the reporter's buttocks, a tireless, strong tongue scraped against an asshole that felt absolutely melted, the reporter's bowels strangely loose, like when she had the stomach flu and could rush to the bathroom at any second, but had nothing left to move.

Gingerly, Lois Lane raised her head, and without moving her lower body, tilted it back over her shoulder to see who it was. To see a shock of yellow hair above beautiful blue eyes, vacant and somehow feverish. Supergirl was eating her ass out, with the eagerness and thoroughness of a puppy just weaned off the bottle and given its first dish of real food.

"Kara?" Lois whispered, hoarsely.

"She can't hear you," a familiar feminine voice said.

The reporter twisted her around toward the sound of the voice. A crimson figure sat there on the edge of the bed, pure white eyes glowed in the darkness. She had something in her hand...it looked like a pair of Barbie dolls. One had blonde hair and blue eyes, and the other had black hair and violet eyes. The demon had them engaged in a cruel parody of the sexual act Supergirl was now engaged in.

"I really have you to thank for it, Lois Lane. So I thought I'd repay the favor a little."

The demon's smile set the reporter's teeth on edge.

"Thank me for what?" Lois said.

"Supergirl's blood, of course," Blaze said.

Which is when Lois Lane realized what was going on. Blaze wasn't mocking them with the dolls...she was somehow controlling Supergirl! Like a voodoo doll made with a lock of the victim's hair, or the trimmings of their fingernails...or, the reporter realized, the blood from their hymen.