Offer A Deal

"You'rrre fucked," the monster slurred around is bloody tongue, black droplets striking Lois Lane's chin and bare breasts. "No one can sssave you now. You can't even sssave yourrrssself."

Bloody spittle spraying Lois with every word.

"But...we can go at my pace...or yourrrsss."

Lois blinked. Her nails felt cracked and bloody, but adrenaline was still pumping as she tried to close her legs to no avail. She felt something hot and wet and hard press up against her cunt lips, and saw that the weird penis was just touching her there.

The monster wouldn't even have to **** it in. She thought. Just let me drop right onto it.

"Y-you...want me...to fuck myself on your dick?" Lois said, aghast. It was almost more horrible than being **** outright. To simply take part in it...it was still ****, because Lois was being **** into it, but she knew forever after she would question that.

The creature took two steps forward, slamming Lois' back into the cold tile of the bathroom wall, just hard enough to know the breath out of her.

"If we go at my pace, you'rrre going to be...damaged. I'll rrrip that pussy up. You'll need to be sewn back together from asshole to bellybutton."

Lois looked down at the wicked, bright red dick beneath her. It was as thick as her arm, all knotted muscle and ridges of flesh. With this thing's inhuman strength, she didn't doubt that it could do permanent damage to her.

"If you go at yourrr own pace...you can contrrrol it," the tongue lashed out, swiping the left side of Lois' face with a bloody lick. "As long as I get my rocks off."

She faced a choice. A cruel choice, by something that completely overpowered her. The kind of monster that Superman usually saved her from. The reporter gritted her teeth. Superman wasn't here...and whatever else she might be, she was a survivor. Instinct and reason warred within the reporter. She wanted to tell this creature to go to hell, to scream for help...but neither of those things would save her, in the end.