End: The Whoremonger Fucks Her Way To Victory

As Lois pumped her pussy against the crimson cock, she cared less and less for how much noise she was making. Her hips slammed against the demon's, enjoying the sensation of her ass bouncing against those swollen balls. She could feel her reproductive environment changing, body preparing to receive the dickgirl's seed...and Lois wondered if this might not be a good time to get pregnant...

Without warning, the demon's eyes flew open, pure white pupils. Her hands flew up, black lightning sparking between the outstretched fingers.

"Stop!" The Whoremonger commanded...and the hands hung there, muscles quivering, a look of confusion coming to that scarlet face.

"What's your name?" Lois asked. She let herself slide down so that the whole of the cock was embedded deep within, and worked only her internal muscles. It was like giving a handjob, only without the hands...

"I am Blaze," the demon hissed. "Queen of Hell. How dare you Lois L—"

Vaginal muscles that could crush steel suddenly squeezed tight. The dickgirl demon gasped in pain, claws curling into her palms as Lois used her powerful cock clutch.

"I am the Whoremonger." She declared. "And this brothel is mine, isn't it?"

"Y-you...gah..." The demon arched her back. Lois grinned. She could feel tiny stinger-cells inside of her, like the poisonous barbs on certain species of fish, jab into the trapped dick, pumping it full of her secretions...Blaze would be hard for as long as she wished.

"I can snap your dick off in an instant. Whose is it?" The Whoremonger insisted.

"Y-yours! Please, let me go!" Blaze's tone was a little high-pitched, and Lois could see the lean form sheened with sweat...and smell her pheromones taking effect, working their way into the demonic biology. Carefully, she relaxed her cunt muscles...just enough so that her pussy was comfortably tight.

"That's better, isn't it?" Lois began to rock her hips, grinding slowly.

"Y-yes. Yes." Blaze was panting now, and Lois reached out to flick one hard nipple. The demon gasped, her skin super-sensitive.

"I'm taking over this operation, Blaze." The Whoremonger told her. "I've got big plans for the girls here. You could be part of it."

"Nooo..." The demon said weakly, black sparks shooting from her eyes. "I...will not...serve...another..."

Lois tightened her inner muscles again. Sharp spikes like teeth lacerated the flesh at the base of Blaze's cock, pumping in more of her poisons. If she wanted to, the woman knew, she could rip the demon's dick right off.

"You will serve me," Lois insisted. Her new senses were reading the chemical cues off of Blaze's genitalia, and she could almost taste the thick batch of baby-batter brewing inside the demon. "Your operation is mine, your cock is mine, to do with as I will!"

"I...refuse..." Blaze was sweating openly now. "What...are you doing to me?"

"No," the Whoremonger said. "What am I going to do to you?"

The tendril which descended from Lois Lane's superhuman uterus was something new to human biology—a freak mutation that slipped past the unguarded urethra of the demon's cock and burrowed down the narrow channel. The demon thrashed and moaned, but never, not for a moment sought to dislodge Lois from her position.

Maybe it was the haze of pheromones clouding the demon's rational mind. Lois had little doubt that a demon of such power could teleport, if she really wanted to. But the new pleasures she was feeling might have temporarily overwhelmed her senses. Whatever the case, when the tendril finally reached the demon's seminal vesicle and begun to slurp up the trapped sperm, the demon screamed.

It was the loud, lonely wail of a soul that knows it is lost. And as Lois pumped the stolen semen up into her waiting womb, she threw back her head and let loose with her first maniacal laugh...

The whores assembled in the hallway. The former reporter led Blaze by a leash tied around the demon's balls. Just to illustrate the point she was about to make. Lois noticed all of missing women standing outside their respective doors. That pleased her; they were young and strong, their bodies fit and attractive. Good whore material."Ladies, I am the Whoremonger. This facility is now under my management. There are some long nights ahead of us, and we will all have to work hard and do our part, but I promise you that you will all enjoy the benefits of our increased productivity...and that no hole shall go unfulfilled!"

There were many exchanges of glances. One or two politely clapped, but it quickly died down. Lois smiled. They feared her. Fear was good. She could work with that. More importantly, as her pheromones got to work on the crowd of sex workers, they began to lust for her...and Lois could work with that too.

The villainess allowed herself a small cackle. The night was done...but her plan was just beginning.

"Tonight, this brothel," Lois tugged Blaze's leash, leading her back to the elevator. "Tomorrow, Metropolis!"