End: Lois Feels Fucked

The cock was still inside of her, but Lois Lane no longer felt a compulsion to fuck it. She kneeled forward, face in her hands. It didn't matter if the cock was still inside of her. Nothing much seemed to matter. The reporter couldn't even feel angry. Just tired. Numb.

Fucked.

"The women," Lois said, her voice suddenly thick. "You said you'd pay them off. Let them go."

"We can do it right now, if you'd like." Blaze said.

"Yeah," the reporter replied, not moving. "Okay."

Lois Lane followed the dickgirl down the corridor. Still not sure if she was witch, demon, or something else. The reporter was still in the Star Sapphire costume, her shaven pussy bare. Cum was dripping down her leg. Angelica Blaze's cum.

It didn't matter. She was already pregnant.

Blaze opened a door without knocking. Four women, familiar from their student IDs. Diana Reynolds, Tonya Wong, Mara de la Cruz, Jenny Dunlap. They were clustered on bean bags in front of an 80 inch plasma screen, playing LeXbox.

"Ladies," she announced. "There's been a change of plan. Your services are no longer needed. Janine will cut your checks. You are free to go."

The women paused, unmoving. Tonya spoke first.

"But...we're not pregnant. You said..."

"Your cycles weren't right yet." Blaze smiled. "Which means all of you are going to get $100,000, and you don't have to carry a baby. Isn't that nice?"

Lois leaned back against the wall. There were questions, answers, a general packing-up-of-shit. A tense excitement in the air, the young women ready to celebrate their free money.

"They didn't see me," Lois said, after the last of them had left. It hadn't taken long to get them packed up and out, really. The reporter wondered how many of them had been having second thoughts, cold feet, maybe planning an escape.

"They did see you. But none of them will remember your face, your features nothing more than a blur in their minds. Don't worry," the woman turned and gently stroked Lois Lane's face. "Your secrets are safe."

The reporter looked around the room. "Is this where you expect me to live?"

Angelica slid a hand down to grab the reporter's ass, letting out a little sigh of contentment. "No, darling. You can live your days as you would, back in your own home. I won't interfere with any of that. All I want," she squeezed the buttock. "Are your nights. Speaking of which, tonight is almost over."

She bent over and buried her face in the whore's hair, gave it a sniff.

"Spread your legs and lean against the wall," Blaze ordered. "I feel like a quickie."

"Sure," the reporter replied. Obediently, Lois turned around, stuck out her ass.

Felt the cock tap a few times against her labia, and without further foreplay, slide home into her cunt. Her pussy was still slick and sticky from the last load of spunk. After a while, Lois began to move her hips to meet Blaze's thrusts, fucking her back.

It doesn't matter, Lois thought, waiting for the end of her night out to come. I'm already fucked.