Bind The Demon

Zatanna blinked. The reporter had gripped the demon's broken cock between the toes of her right foot.

"That's what you do with demons, right?" Lois pressed. "You bind them, and then they have to do whatever you want?"

"Um...yeah. But it's incredibly dangerous. One wrong word..."

"Do it," Lois said, narrowing her eyes at the writhing red dickgirl before her. "And fix her cock. I've got an idea."

"sinep s'ezalB laeH" the witch intoned. ".ti dnib dnA"

With a sickening crack, the tip of the crimson cock shifted violently. Veins rippled up and down the whole length, blood flowing once more, tissue and tendons stitching back together. Within moments, the impressive pecker stood tall and proud, as though it had never been broken at all.

Then strands of darkness slid from the four corners of the room, over the crimson thighs. Like fine strands of fishing line they wrapped themselves around the base of those hairless balls, which hung down on the floor; three lengths of shadow slipped around the based of the tall prick, and two loops circled the head, right behind the flared purple helmet.

They tightened all at once, and Blaze growled through her gag as the pliant fresh of her erect cock was constricted, bulging out above and below the tight mystic bonds as blood flooded the tissues but was not permitted to leave. The great scarlet testicles began to turn a deep shade of purple. The demon hissed in pain.

"Perfect," Lois Lane said. She still hadn't put any clothes on. Zatanna shot a worried glance in the reporter's direction.

Mystic strands of shadow bound Blaze to the bed, spread-eagled, her cock pointing toward the ceiling, her mouth gagged, eyes flashing.

"You can't really be thinking of fucking her," the witch said.

Lois pulled a jar of lube from her pussy and began to slather it in her hand.

"I sure as hell am. What's wrong with that?" The reporter added.

"It's...kind of ****-y?" Zatanna said, her voice holding a little quaver of uncertainty. "Not very heroic."

"I'm not a hero. Besides, she came here to fuck me." Lois pointed out. "Think of this as...community service. She's bound here, right?"

"Yes, she cannot leave this apartment, even if we release her from the bed." Zatanna confirmed.

"And she deserves to be imprisoned, right? Lots of crime?"

"She's got centuries of sin to atone for," Zatanna admitted.

"And prisoners are often given work, right?"

"I don't think—"

"And sex work is work, right?" Lois said, pouring out the handful of lube on the swollen red cock. The balls were a deep purple now, and tight and hard as boiled eggs. "Look, we'll ask her. Blaze?"

The demon turned her head toward the reporter.

"Do you want to get fucked?" A pause. "If you fuck us, we'll take time off of your sentence."

There was hesitation. The cock wobbled. The breasts heaved...and then she nodded, once, and turned her head away.

"See? Informed consent." Lois said as she climbed on the bed.

"There's a power imbalance," Zatanna said. "It's like the warden asking a prisoner if they want to screw. The prisoner only has as much choice as the warden gives them!"

Lois hovered over the supine and bound succubus, one hand on the red cock, which was currently about ten inches long and so thick she couldn't get her hand around it.

"Look. Do you want a turn after I'm done getting a cuntful of this, or what?"