A Chastity Device

Hard steel clicked into place over her sperm-slick flesh. A tight belt about her hips, a metal strip between her legs, spreading out into a Y-shape to leave the reporter's ass bare. Lois Lane let out a wordless exclamation of utter sexual frustration...and a feminine chuckle answered her.

Hands grasped her hips. Hotter and stronger than the flesh that had touched Lois before. The sperm-spattered reporter sensed the orgiasts pull away, and she suddenly felt very alone—and trapped within the chastity belt.

The stranger's cock rubbed against the reporter's exposed ass, and Lois was unable to suppress a whimper. It was as hot as her hands...and it felt bigger than normal. The dickgirl chuckled as she shifted her hands to squeeze the reporter's cheeks around her cock. Yet the moment before Lois Lane was going to ask her to tear off that chastity device and fuck her to kingdom come, the hot figure said:

"Well Lois—aren't you going to beg me to fuck you?"

Even in the depths of her sexual need, pride flared briefly within Lois Lane's breast. No longer held down by the orgiasts, Lois reached up and wiped the cum from her eyes.

"I don't beg," Lois Lane said, her voice more proud and arrogant than she intended, her rebellious spirit coming out.

"You will," the figure said...and Lois felt the heat mount, the cum drying on her back and crotch, the metal of the chastity belt heating up uncomfortably. The skin beneath that cock and fingers reddened. "You will beg me to fuck you, Lois Lane...you will be my ****, pledged to me body and soul...or you will die in sexual frustration!"

The reporter turned, a harsh rejoinder on her lips...but the invective died on her lips as she saw the figure that hot-dogged her ass.

At first glance she was a tall, thin woman, red as fresh-spilled blood, with small breasts and puffy pink nipples like unripe strawberries, dark hair falling down past her shoulders in an oily, curly cascade...then Lois saw the dark horns that curled up from the broad forehead, the pure white eyes without pupil or iris that seemed to glow from within deep, skull-like sockets. Everything about the demonic figure was subtly inhuman...the waist a little too thin, the muscles too defined, the bones that pressed against the skin a bit too sharp...and then precum oozed in a grey-white trickle from the cock rubbing against the crack of her ass, and steam arose from it.

Lois almost screamed as it dribbled on her flesh. It was like stepping into a too-hot shower.

She couldn't imagine what it would feel like inside of her.

Yet she was about to find out.

"I am Blaze," the demonic dickgirl said. "And your ass is mine!"