End: Lois Obeys

Lois Lane rolled over. The weight of the collar pulled at her neck, the leash rubbed her right shoulder. She waggled her ass in the air as if daring for it to be fucked.

Blaze cupped her hand against the reporter's sex. "You're hot. Like a bitch in heat. Like you came here with only one thing on your mind." The shemale jerked the collar, hard enough to make Lois arch her back. "Getting bred."

"That's...not true," Lois panted. Her thighs quivered, and she realized she was dripping. It wasn't just being dominated...Lois had put up with more than a few megalomaniacal criminals and egotistical industrialists...it was that she had assumed the position, willingly. "There are...these women missing...and cultists..."

The demon laughed. Two fingers plunged into Lois' greedy hole, thrusting in and out of her.

"This is where women come when they don't want to be found. Lost women, lost in their petty lives, trying to control their careers, their bodies, their relationships...they come here and find someone to bring order to the chaos. To tell them what to do."

Lois moaned, face suddenly flushed. There was an unaccustomed heat in her belly. She wondered how many of the people in the bar could hear them...

"The women you seek...would you like to see them?"

The reporter hesitated. She wanted to be fucked. Mounted and taken from behind like a beast while this strange shemale tugged at her leash. But if she were to obey...if she were to be honest...

"Yes." A weird flutter went through her heart. "Yes, Mistress."

The shemale smiled. "Good dog. Let's go for a walk."

At first, Lois didn't realize what she meant...but then the shemale was pulling away, standing up, pulling at the leash. On all fours, Lois Lane crawled out from beneath the bar counter, tried to stand...and felt a hand, strong and unmovable, on the back of her neck.

"When you're on the leash, you walk on all fours." Blaze ordered.

So Lois crawled, Blaze leading the way. The reporter shook as she led the naked reporter on her leash out in front of the bar...where everyone could see her...

And a piercing whistle broke the quiet hubbub. Women sat down at the floor, and others broke out their leashes. The mistresses walked their pets out into the open river of carpet that led from the bar to the Black Door.

Lois Lane was led out on her hands and knees, modest breasts swinging slightly, eyes wide as she recognized faces among the leashed. Diana Reynolds. Tonya Wong. Mara de la Cruz. Jenny Dunlap. All the missing women...collared and leashed...

"We have a new bitch," Blaze announced. All eyes on Lois now, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment...but what she read in their features was more...expectation. Anticipation. Excitement.

"This one is mine," she added. The shadow of her cock fell over Lois Lane.

"Present yourself for fucking."

Obediently, all the women on leashes began pulling down pants, placing their folded arms in front of them. Heads down, asses up...pussies bared... Lois felt the eyes on her, the expectation...and with a sudden realization, she knew what to do.

Lois the bitch assumed the position.

Most of the women holding the leashes got down on their knees. Fingers and tongues, one with a strap on, another pulled a vibrator out of her purse. None of them had real cocks. Not like Blaze.

The warm tip of a cock pressed against Lois Lane's wet slit. The leash tugged gently, and she turned her head to look at the demonic shemale.

"Good girls get what they want," she whispered, and drove her cock home.

It was the only way Lois could describe it later, fingering the collar about her neck that she couldn't take off, even if she wanted to. Feeling the cum still leaking out of her sore pussy, the river of jizz that had burst from her mistress into her depths coming out only slowly, reluctantly, as if her body still wanted it there. Lois Lane had felt her mistress slip her cock in to the hilt, until the balls slapped against her pudenda, and it had felt like she was meant to be there, right there, inside Lois.

Mounted and mated in public, Lois had been initiated into the society of the Black Door. The women who came there were lost and broken, seeking something to make them whole...and Lois Lane was one of them, though she had not known it. All those sexless months, the endless efforts to control her life, had been missing that one vital ingredient: someone she could give herself to, completely.

To be filled.

There had been water and wine after that—not too much, because Angelica Blaze had proudly announced that she expected Lois had "taken" this time, and if not now then surely the next—and Lois had blushed and asked questions, gathering the material she needed for a very different kind of article than the one she had hoped and planned to write. Of course, some things couldn't be said in the pages of the Daily Planet...

She toyed with the collar. Some of the people at the newspaper would likely look at her funny, but for her it symbolized...her belonging, her submission. Blaze had promised, in the quiet moment as the two had re-dressed, that this was going to be more than a one-night encounter...it would be an evolving relationship, one that changed both of them.

Lois Lane laid her hands on her flat stomach. Her wild night was over...and she was thinking of the next, and the one after that. The future was bright...and full of hard cock and dripping cunt. She couldn't be happier.