A Fucking Problem

The room was dark. Lois felt around inside for a light switch, but couldn't find one. She stepped inside...and a steel plate dropped behind the dickgirl reporter, cutting off her escape—and Jacinda.

That was when Lois noticed the smell. A kind of laundry-hamper, locker-room reek. The smell of worn panties. The smell of...pussy.

Light flooded the room, forcing Lois to flinch. The room was small, bare, maybe three feet square. No obvious exits. There was a pair of naked legs and an ass extending out from a hole in the wall. Lois licked her lips, admiring the firm, tight buttocks and well-muscled legs, the little furless slit peeking out from between the thighs...

What am I thinking? Lois thought as she felt Etrigan's cock stir. I'm trapped in the room, I should be thinking of escape, not...

"Hello Lois," a voice blared from above.

The reporter looked up. By the light fixture, there was the black lens of a camera, and a speaker. Someone was watching her. Someone who knew who she was. Which meant that they knew she was coming.

"Hello Blaze," Lois said cooly. It was the only thing that made sense. Somehow the demon had figured out that Etrigan was on to her.

"You want to get to me. Quite understandable. However, I've put a few...obstacles in your way. Like this one. I call it a Fucklock."

Lois stared down at the woman trapped in the wall. she was using her right foot to scratch behind her left knee.

"The rules of the game are simple. Make the woman cum, and the door opens. Make all the women cum, and we meet face to face. Isn't that what you want?"

The reporter could feel her demon dick throb. She chose her next words very carefully.

"Are the women volunteers?"

"They're wet and willing."

There was a click, as though someone had hung up an old-fashioned phone.

It was just Lois and the pussy.