A Home Dildo-Making Kit

The demon's brow furrowed as she saw the box that the reporter had grabbed. Lois quickly turned her attention away from the bound succubus to open the package, withdrawing packs and strange tools, and finally a booklet of instructions.

"My sister got this for me on my last birthday," Lois Lane said absently. "As a gag. She joked that I could get Superman to make an impression of his penis, so that I could keep a little piece of him with me on those lonely nights when he was off saving the world. Bitch."

The reporter's smile was cold.

"Now though...now I think I have the perfect use for it. I'm going to make a copy of your cock. You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?"

The demon could say nothing. Once again, she tested her bonds...and felt the bright, searing pain through her limbs. There had to be a flaw to the invocation...some symbol drawn incorrectly, some error or weakness...she couldn't be trapped her while Lois Lane told a mold of her genitals.

Lois Lane had the instructions out and read.

"It's a simple process, really. Mix the ingredients they've given, and press them into the mold box. I press the box over your cock to give the negative shape of your erect prick. Then it's just a matter of pouring in some silicone and letting it set."

The reporter laid out all the instruments, the ingredients. She reached over and tapped the demon's bound prick, still stiff, the balls an alarming shade of purple, as if lost in contemplation. Then she began to work on the mold mix. The whole process took longer than the demon would have cared for. She didn't like the clammy feel of the mold around her erect prick. Or the way bits of extra goop hung around the base of her cock when it was removed. Lois was too busy mixing and pouring in the mix to fill the mold.

"I wonder if that's enough, though. Maybe I can get Zatanna to come over and enchant it...like a voodoo doll. So whatever **** I inflict on the cock you feel on yours, even from a distance. Make it so that you feel everything the dildo feels. That would be interesting...letting you feel my pussy, but knowing you will never, ever be able to actually fuck it. Cumming into the air, wasting all that seed you'd hoped to defile me with...or perhaps I should get creative..."

Blaze moved just the tips of her fingers. Her demonic form rarely broke into a sweat, but she could feel the agitation rising. The reporter was getting creative, and there were tortures that even the scarlet succubus did not wish to endure.