Blaze Makes Lois Beg First

The exhausted reporter could not see the pure-white eyes beneath the demon's horns widen, and then narrow into slits. Could not see the sneering smile turn into something more boastful. All she could feel was the cock that seemed to reach all the way into her guts, the hands that held her lower body up so effortlessly...and then Blaze's voice, which dripped with exultation.

"Beg me," Blaze said. "I want to hear the high and mighty Lois Lane beg for my piss as though it was the antidote to the world's pain. Beg me, and I'll fulfill your nasty desire you shemale slattern!"

Lois Lane was nearly in tears. her ass quivered, her tiny cock dribbled its watery seed onto the bed. Pride and desperation warred within her, all of the sexual frustration of the last months, all the weird stress of this night that had seen Lois do and say things she had never imagined herself doing and saying came crashing down on this one moment, this one choice...and when it came down to it, there was **** at all.

"Please piss in me," Lois said, her voice nearly a whispered. "I, I want to feel your yellow water wash out my guts. I want to be your toilet. I'm...I'm worthless, disgusting, filthy, not fit to be anything more than your personal piss-tank..."

The reporter, pushed over the brink by the strange sensations in her body, by the weird changes, began to babble almost incoherently, a torrent of words expressing how vile and pathetic she was, how she yearned to be degraded, how she was only worthy of being Blaze's catheter bag...bizarre fantasies spun out as the exhausted reporter spoke directly from her soul, every repressed emotion, every desire, every word she thought Blaze wanted to hear.

Blaze had seen that happen, with prisoners who had been tortured too much, pushed too far. When the grip on reality slipped, when they could say the most outrageous things and believe them as if they were true, determined to say anything if it meant an end to it all.

She let the reporter beg until Lois Lane's voice gave out. Until the broken shemale lay still, her body too tired even to sob.

Then, and only then, did Blaze start to piss.

A hot stinging stream pushed into Lois Lane's intestines. The reporter choked at the sudden discomfort, then pain as the pungent yellow liquid pushed its way deeper inside of her, working backwards through the reporter's digestive track. Lois groaned, suddenly nauseous as her abdomen began to distend obscenely, as from a large enema or drinking too much water...but it wasn't just water.

With consummate ease, the demonic dickgirl lifted Lois Lane's legs up until they pointed toward the ceiling. The crimson cock still stuck in the reporter's ass like a firehose. The reporter's belly wobbled, skin stretched, and Lois tasted a foulness like sulphur and ammonia as something trickled down her esophagus, and her chest began to burn with acid reflux.

"Look at you," Blaze said. "Like my own personal piss-balloon. I wonder...if I cum in you now...will you burst?"