Ruin Me

With those two words, it felt like Lois Lane was signing away her life...and what a wait that was, off of her shoulders. To put all that responsibility onto someone else, to invite them in to take over. Lois Lane felt a torrent of words rise in her like a fever, too much to express all at once, and yet she tried...

"Fuck my piss-hole! Fuck my shit-hole! Break my cunt! Ruin me for anyone else. I don't want to be able to walk when I get out of her. I want you to **** open my cervix and squeeze the eggs out of my ovaries! I want you to spear my ass until I can feel your cock tentacles stab me in the kidneys! I don't care if I have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life, I just...I need..."

Blaze let her go on. The tentacles squirmed, the little tips breaking off into newer, smaller tentacles that slithered in deeper, filled up more and more of the reporter's holes, until there was no more room to maneuver in ass, cunt, or urethra...and still they kept growing, the pressure building, pleasure and pain mixing into a peak of agony and ecstasy as Lois felt her body being pushed to the limit...or what she had thought was the limit...

"...I want your cocks to slide through my veins, I want to breathe your cum in through my lungs, I need you to ejaculate inside my heart..."

The demon's mouth opened. There was no tongue. Lois Lane got a brief glimpse of a multiheaded cock, and then it was in her mouth, pressing down her throat, the slimy tentacles dividing and growing until the smallest ones were as fine as spaghetti. The whole crimson body pressed against hers seemed to unravel until a mass of crimson worms, that slithered and constrained and violated, leaving their slimy trails against her skin, seeking every nook and crevice. As two small, skinny cocks plunged up into her nostrils, for a moment Lois Lane couldn't breathe...

...then she realized she didn't have to.

They slid over her eyes, the weeping cocks bumping against her eyeballs, salty jizz making her tear ducts sting and water. Plunged into her ears, squirming ever harder as though to break through some barrier into her brain. The cocks in her nose were writhing inside of her head, and Lois would have screamed but there was no voice, her jaw aching as the cocks **** them further apart, her stomach nauseous as cum spewed in in blistering streams, and the reporter realized she could no longer close her legs...or feel the limits of the extent to which her own ass and pussy were stretched. They felt stretched beyond limit, as though she were passing a football and giving birth at the same time, and though she knew it must be a fantasy, she swore it felt like a golfball was slowly, painfully making its way up her urethra, the muscles snapping strand by strand, unable to close ever again.

Her body convulsed, held aloft and wrapped by cocks, invaded inside and out, and as pain peaked and Lois felt darkness take her, she wondered where it would all end...and what would be left of her when it was over.

What have I become? Was Lois Lane's last conscious thought.