Purgatory

They landed on their feet. Before she opened her eyes Lois could feel warm concrete beneath her naked souls, hear the raucous noise of a city about her, the foul smells that reminded her of Suicide Slum, where dead animals crawled into tight places to die and rotted for weeks...hesitantly, the reporter opened her eyes...

They stood on the roof of a building overlooking a city...a wild, turbulent mass, the clash of a thousand architectural styles with little rhyme or reason. Terrible brutalist blocks engraved with glowing lines of **** abutted strangely delicate towers of pink coral festooned with spikes, on each of which a victim was punctured, trying to scream as their blood fell on the teeming streets below. Squat carved ziggurats were topped by great wheels which chained slaves turned in an eternal press of human flesh, trampling each other as they were whipped on by flaming lashes. Black smokestacks shaped like gaping mouths pumped out a rain of sooty ash, and Lois swore she could see naked figures writhing in the smoke.

Lois Lane looked up at the sky...and there was no sun, no stars, no anything. Just endless darkness stretching into eternity.

"It's real," she said, hugging Blaze's arms about her. "It's really real. Hell."

"Purgatory," the demon purred. "The outskirts of hell. My province of dominion. Here, mortals can come and go at will—occultists, exorcists, hellblazers—those who damn themselves little by little—the devil-bought and the devil-ridden. From here, you can enter Hell proper...but then you cannot return."

Blaze's hand fell from Lois' breasts, running down to cradle the reporter's belly.

"Here, in my palace, you will carry out your pregnancy...chief among my servants. And I will bury myself balls deep in you every night."

Lois licked her lips.

"And when it's done...I go back? And no time has passed?"

There was a moment of hesitation. Just a moment. Yet the reporter felt her whole world hinge on that pause. Because she knew, deep down, that if Blaze wished to keep her here, there was nothing that Lois Lane could do to escape. It was too late for all that. She had given herself into her lover's power...and the door of the cage seemed like it was slamming shut.

"When the dawn comes, if you wish, you will awaken in your own bed." Blaze said quietly. "And none shall know of your pregnancy save you and I."

A tongue licked the side of Lois' neck.

"But between now and then...we will take our pleasure in each other, for forty long weeks...starting now."

Lois gasped as the demon's fingers spread her pussy wide, slick juices dripping down her thighs as the shemale lined her cock up with the pregnant reporter's hole—and still holding her standing up, the demon drove her dick home, pushing into Lois Lane from behind.

She didn't ask, Lois noted, as the demon pushed her cock in and out of the unresisting reporter. Lois Lane had to stand on her toes, gripping Blaze's arm for support, staring out at the terrible city—parts of it, here and there, almost reminded her of Gotham with its swooping skycrapers and leering gargoyles. The reporter began to pant, feeling the cock stretching her tunnel, trying to push back against her lover who was moving a little too hard, a little too rough...

Something flew past. A yellow, winged gargoyle with a barbed tail, whistling appreciatively at the sight of their coupling, laughing and spinning through the air, one hand grasping its bloated shaft, jerking off to the show they were putting on.

Blaze paid it no mind. Lois felt her lungs burning, pussy and calves already sore, but Blaze would not let her go...and probably wouldn't, until she was done. The pregnant reporter swallowed, reality dawning on her once again.

It's going to be a long nine months. I always heard pregnancy was hell...