A Pair of Fours

They showed their cards.

Lois: J♠ 7♥ Q♦ 8♠ 8♣

Blaze: A♣ 2♣ 3♣ 4♣ 4♠

The reporter felt the tension in her spine suddenly release. Her shoulders slumped, a bare sigh escaping her lips. So close...but she had done.

I've won.

The chips fizzled out into black sparks. Blaze stared at the cards, as if to make sure they were real...and then she smiled, a kind of sad smile, a smile of resignation and the good fight fought, even if it was lost. Lois had seen grandmasters at chess tournaments smile like that as they knocked over their kings.

"The women are free. They're upstairs, released from all bonds. Your body and soul are yours. As are mine. Tell me, mistress, what would you have of me?"

"I..." Lois blinked. "Sorry?"

"You own me, mistress." The demon raised her pure white eyes, without pupil or iris, to stare into the reporter's own. "Body and soul, for all eternity. I am your ****."

The reporter slumped in her seat. Of all the things she had happen to her tonight, the last thing she had expected was this.

I don't believe in slavery, Lois thought. But she's evil, and powerful. I can't exactly let her go, can I? Then she'd just go straight back to villainy.

"You seem upset," Blaze noticed. "Would you like me to eat your pussy while you think?"

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. "I...look, I'm still trying to figure this out. I came down here looking for a story, I don't...I don't approve of slavery. It would be wrong of me to make you..."

Blaze slid down off the chair. On her hands and knees she crawled over to Lois, and laid her crimson head in the reporter's lap.

"I am simply...offering," the demon said as she looked up at her 'mistress.' "Do you not find me attractive?"

"It's not that," Lois insisted. "It's just the whole '****' thing. It's a bit of a hangup with me. I don't believe in slavery."

"I could lick your pussy while you think through the grave philosophical implications," Blaze offered.

Lois Lane stared down at the crimson cheek pressed into her thigh.

"Do you want to lick my pussy, or are you just being...subservient because you think I own you?"

"Oh mistress," Blaze said. "I've wanted to tongue your twat for a long time."