Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Happens To Lois Now?

Rescued By The Bat

She ran through the streets of Suicide Slum. It must have been the fear toxin that made the buildings seem to tower above her, so that she ran through brooding stone chasms deeper than the Grand Canyon. Shadows loomed at all sides, threatening to swallow her, and Lois Lane couldn't even spare the breath to scream.

Her heart pounded, shoes broken and discarded as she ran in bare feet. The reporter could feel her body and mind betray her, pussy gushing, nipples hard, and sometimes when she looked down at her taut midriff she saw the bulging belly of the breeder's body once again. The only thing she was sure of was that something—someone—was chasing her.

Glimpses on the rooftops, shadows that reminded her of Dracula. She tried a jack move, delving down a narrow alley, splashing through puddles, leaping over sleeping bums. There was no plan to her flight, just the instinctive urge to run, get away...

The shadow landed in front of her. The reporter thought her heart would stop, the blood ran cold in her veins as the cape spread out like great black wings. It must have been her imagination that saw the great dark phallus jutting out from his crotch, the penis dribbling seed.

"It's alright Lois," Batman growled. "You're safe now."

He moved forward toward her, and Lois tried to retreat, but her sore feet seemed set in concrete. Closer and closer the rapacious monster seemed to come, until she thought its satyr-like erection would rub against her distended belly. The worst part—the absolute worst part—is that she wasn't sure if she was shaking in fear or sexual excitement.

It's the ****, Lois told herself, though it didn't stop her nipples from poking out of her shirt. It's just the ****. I'm not, I'm not...

As the hands closed on her shoulders, Lois Lane fainted into his arms.