Blaze Can Hold Onto Lois Lane's Soul...If She Corrupts It A Little

"Dark-gods-be-damned goody-two shoes..." the scarlet succubus roared, as her crimson fingers began to blacken and burn. Black lightning exploded from the demon's head, forming a dark nimbus around her horns, and Lois Lane did her best to back away, flinching as bolts grounded themselves near her...and then she felt a shock...

The reporter's life flashed before her eyes. The dirty parts of it, anyway; the memories tucked away and half-forgotten, dredged up now as Blaze sought the reporter's secret sins.

Her eighteenth birthday. Finding her father's stash of pornographic magazines, flipping through the slick paper, looking at the women...how beautiful they looked, compared to her...and then the first sight of a man's thing. Her eyes had devoured the words, and her fingers had gone down between her legs..just like the women inside the magazines were doing...wondering what a cock tasted like, blushing just at the taste of the word in her mind...

Precocious little slut.

Her first real cock. In the back of her date's Toyota, eigheen years old and feeling like an adult. The warm, stiff little thing throbbing in her hand. It was bigger than her fingers but smaller than she hoped...but it would do the job. She hitched up her skirt, feeling so naughty at her little secret, no underwear down there...it was time to punch her v-card...

You didn't even care about his feelings, just a dick with a pulse.

First weekend at college, fist time in an adult store. They made her show an idea, but Lois didn't care. Her palms itched, and she rubbed the sweaty hands on her jeans as she looked around at everything...from the little bullet vibes to the silicone shafts as long as her arm. She wanted to try everything...

You visited that store quite frequently, all throughout university, didn't you?

Forcing a smile as the old man fondled her knee. He didn't mean anything by it, but there was a sick, sinking sensation in Lois Lane's stomach as the publisher went on. She wanted to be a reporter, she needed this job. The old man looked on this fresh-faced journalism student as a daughter, full of spunk...

But you would have let him fill you full of spunk if that's what it took!

The night after her first front-page headline, her colleagues had taken her out to drink. Lois didn't remember how the subject of gloryholes had come up, but they all told stories...none of the women had ever seen one before. Later that night, staggering home to her apartment, Lois had taken the alley behind the adult store...a door was open, and she had stopped and stared....it was one of the booths in the back of the store, the AC had gone out, and there was a woman on her knees, head bobbing, pressing her face against a wall over and over...

Wouldn't you like that to be you? To be free to do those kinds of things? To indulge in all those lusts you've buried and hidden all your adult life? Say the word, and become what you have always desired.

"Yes..." Lois Lane whispered, back in the present...and then her whole body seized up, back arching, breasts pressed toward the ceiling. It felt as though an electric current ripped through the reporter's body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only the whites...and though she could not see it, a pink flush began to spread all over her body, from the place where Blaze had touched her chest.

"That's more like it," Blaze said, her eyes incandescent, burning tears down her face as she held up the blinding white pearl of Lois Lane's soul in one blackened claw...and then, to the reporter's astonishment the light wavered...dimmed...and Blaze closed her fist around it, blotting out all light...and then looked down to see what Lois Lane how the reporter had changed.