Blaze's Breeders

Naked women were chained to the wall. Their thighs were stained with dried white muck, ropes of it matted their hair. They huddled together, shying away from the light. Fear and something like hopelessness in their eyes, young bodies twisting to hide themselves from Lois Lane's sight.

The reporter recognized the missing women she had come to find.

"Who...are they?" Lois asked, though a part of her already knew.

"Failures," Angelica Blaze sneered, her tone acid. The dickgirl's skin seemed flushed, a bright red showing through. Her hard cock was digging into the reporter's lower back. "I thought they would breed for me, but none of them would accept me into their hearts...even if they did accept me between their legs."

Lois felt her hand rubbing the dickgirl's thigh nervously. The cock was dribbling precum down the crack of her ass.

"You don't mind them watching do you?" Blaze asked, suddenly conscientious. "I could dispose of them. They aren't of any use to me, now that I have you..."

"Let them go," Lois said quietly.

"What?" Angelica said, slightly taken aback.

"Let them go. Promise me you'll set them free, right now. Then we can get on with knocking me up." The reporter felt her heart pound, knowing she was making a diabolic bargain. Sacrificing her womb to save these poor women.

The demon seemed to consider this. "Very well. I do see how they could ruin the mood..."

"One second!" Lois rushed forward to the nearest woman and whispered fiercely in her ear. The blonde's eyes widened, then she nodded slowly.

"Okay," Lois said, stepping back. "Do it."

There was a roll of distant thunder. Black lightning arced from floor to ceiling. The forms of the four women darkened, wavered...and then were gone, empty manacles clinking against the ground.

"Now," Lois said, turning back to her demon lover. She could feel the heat burning inside of her, the need to breed. "Knock me up? Please?"