Chapter 12 by Zeebop

How much damage is Blaze doing to Lois Lane's ass?

Blaze Is Tearing Lois Lane's Ass Up—And Building It Back Again

The soft spikes hardened. Pointed tips tore through the sensitive flesh of Lois Lane's asshole. Blood spurted over the demon's dick, and a wordless scream came from the latex-bound reporter as the spiked scarlet cock tore into her body, and back out again. Tearing her asshole and colon.

Then, even as Lois Lane felt the shock of her body being cored out by the brutal ass-fuck, a terrible heat burned through her body. Muscle and integument re-knit, healed at an incredible rate. Blaze grinned as she slowly drew her cock out of the reporter's ravaged ass. Watched the flesh bulge and tear on one site of spikes, only to rapidly heal in time for the next set of spikes to come along.

Yet not quite as before.

With each terrible injury, the flesh that grew back was scarlet red, bright and shiny as leather. As Blaze slowly worked her murderous tool in and out of the reporter's asshole, the torn and tired flesh wore away, to be replaced with skin and muscle that was stronger, tougher, more elastic and more durable.

Not that Lois Lane could see the slow replacement of her human flesh with creeping demonic taint. All she knew is that with each thrust, the pain diminished. That within a dozen strokes, she no longer was shitting blood all over that cock. Light-headed and woozy, the reporter could only sense that the pain and discomfort was giving way to a pleasant heat. That now the cock was stretching out her ass in much the same way a nice, thick prick would stretch out her pussy.

Trapped inside her latex bonds, Lois couldn't move to meet the dickgirl's thrusts. But she could squeeze her ass, so that the new, stronger muscles clamped down on that spiked cock, and seemed to suck at that scarlet schlong. She could savor the way those savage thrusts buried that cock deep into her bowels. The kind of hard, unrelenting ass-fuck that Lois Lane could never have expected from any previous lover. It felt as if she was being **** by a spiked weapon.

Subtly, softly, Lois Lane's screams shifted, thrust after thrust, into hedonistic moans.

Then Blaze asked her a question.