He Is Just Getting Started

Savage grunted in surprise as Lois Lane's body shook beneath him, spasming in unwanted orgasm. He wiped the spittle from his eye with one hand. The other wrapped around her throat, his huge thumb pressing against her larynx.

"Insolent little slut," he growled. "But your body betrays you. It welcomes my seed. Tell me little whore: what do you want, besides money? Speak truth, for I will break a limb for any lie that passes those sweet lips."

Lois Lane's violet eyes flashed as she glared at Vandal Savage. For several moments she held that gaze, feeling some invisible battle of wills there. Yet there were depths in his dark eyes, long aeons of bloody history, cruel and patient...and the whore knew he meant every word he said.

"I'm a reporter. I cam here looking for some women...they had last been seen around here. I thought...I could find them."

Her face was neutral, her voice calm as she could make it. His terrible face seemed to regard her neutrally. Then he bent close and sniffed her audibly, like an animal.

"You are not pregnant yet," he declared. "But soon, yes? It is your...dangerous time?"

"Yes," Lois admitted.

He grinned. There was no mirth in it. "Then it will amuse me that you shall leave here...with everything you came to obtain. Tell me the names of these women."

She did. Then he rose, throwing her off of him as he might discard a condom. Lois lay on the bed, massaging her bruised throat. Naked, the brute walked over to an elaborately gilded phone, picked it up without dialing, and began to speak. The whore on the bed lay there, cum running out of her abused pussy, lost for what to do. Vandal Savage was dangerous...but he was also her client...

He hung up the phone. Still ignoring her, he sauntered back over to the bar to mix himself a drink. Absently, he tossed her a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink. Prepare yourself. Our audience will be here soon."

Hesitant, but knowing she should take advantage of any opportunity that came her way, Lois reached out and took the bottle. Cold and clear, the fizzy water cut through her throat, and she **** herself not to drink it too quickly, lest she get sick.

Minutes ticked by. Savage regarded her from across the room. His muscles bunched beneath his skin, a tiger holding himself off from the pounce, waiting for the prey to be in just the right position. Only his cock told the truth of his intentions. It rose steadily to full tumescence, hairy balls dangling heavily beneath it. Lois tried not to look at it, but she swore the one-eyed monster seemed to follow her every move.

A door opened. Four women sauntered in, dressed in pornographic parodies of superheroine costumes. A Green Lantern in body paint, a Supergirl with underboob showing and no panties, a Batgirl clad only in cape, cowl and boots...and one in full-body fishnet, with a kind of choker and a blonde wig.

Despite their outlandish getups, Lois Lane recognized them as the four missing women. Diana Reynolds, Jessie Dunlap, Tonya Wong, and Mara de la Cruz. They looked thinner than the pictures she had seen, a little rough around the edges, though the makeup could hide many sins...

"Now," Vandal Savage said, setting his drink aside. "It shall be my pleasure to impregnate you before these witnesses. So that they can see the woman who came here to save them, knocked up like a common whore."

The former reporter felt her heart seem to fall into her stomach, a moment of utter disbelief and despair seemed to consume her...but her pussy shivered in anticipation.