Blaze Sends Lois Out Into The Night

The words had slipped lightly out of the demon's mouth, but they had come with the **** of a command. Hurriedly, the dickgirl threw an overcoat over her naked body, slipped into her shoes, grabbed her purse...and then she was outside her apartment, riding the elevator down, not even glancing at the doorman as she stepped out into the streets.

Metropolis at night never quite slept...but gone were all the sidewalk vendors, and the streets were crowded only around late-night establishments: bars, movie theaters, coffee houses, and the like. Lois Lane cinched the sash tight about her waist, keenly aware of her lack of clothes, every least breeze flapping the bottom of her coast about her legs, every headlight of a passing car threatening to glare off exposed flesh.

Between her legs, where only a tight pussy should have lived, was also now her new cock, limp and quiescent now, leaking as it brushed against the edges of her coat. She had to shift her gate to account for her new balls, wondering how men walked without crushing the sensitive little orbs.

It is a terrible thing to be alone in the big city, to feel naked while dressed, to feel used and dirty inside and out. Lois Lane walked, hoping that the exercise would jar some idea in her mind...some way to rescue herself from this living hell.

The demon Blaze owned her soul...and already, each step that took her away from the demon, Lois could feel something in her body. A growing thirst, an itch, an intrusive feeling she could not place. A gnawing like a hunger, a creeping agitation in her gut.

Step by step she walked, the growing distance doing nothing to quell what the reporter was feeling...and at last, she stopped...and gaped.

She knew this square. It was in front of Metropolis' only cathedral. Yet looking up at where the great church should have loomed, dark and Gothic at night...Lois Lane could see only a vacant lot.

The reporter's mouth was a tight line as she stepped forward, onto the marble stairs that should have led up to the great door...and froze in place. Her leg felt instantly frozen. Lois grit her teeth and leaned forward, but the heel would not move forward. She stared at the vacant place where salvation should have been...and realized, truly realized, the truth.

"Unclean," Lois whispered to herself, and she felt it where her soul should have been. By her own words and actions, Lois Lane was damned...and no church or priest could save her.

Then something twisted in her guts. Like a period cramp, but more intense, her cock automatically came to attention, a feverish heat building in her body...and Lois knew that Blaze had sent her out just to learn this lesson, and now...now she had some new direction for the reporter. One that Lois was unable to resist.