Control Lois

There was a brief, sharp pain in the reporter's gut. Then a sense of...euphoria. The pain faded; still there, but the reporter was sort of floating on top of it. The fear Lois felt was also present, but she was floating abut that too. Like her body was excited, muscles tense, body sweaty and shaky, and she could just observe it as though it was happening to somebody else.

The whole world seemed brighter. Softer around the edges. Blaze let go of her head. Pulled her cock out of the reporter's mouth, slowly and carefully. The reporter coughed gently, her mouth and throat full of some sort of scum or phlegm...and then the reporter felt the corners of her mouth curl up into a smile.

"Stand up," the devil told her.

Lois blinked languidly and then found her feet, rising smoothly. Absent-mindedly, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Just smiling.

"How do you feel?" Blaze asked.

Lois considered that. She could still taste Blaze's cum. The bathroom stank of sex. The thumping music of the club was muted, far away. Her pussy was wet, and her tummy felt funny, something living inside of her, an ever-present presence, like the weight of a large meal but localized where that point of pain was. Other than that she felt...good.

"Good," she said.

"Excellent," Blaze smiled. "Let's do a little test, just to make sure."

Lois smiled as the devil reached over and lifted her shirt and lowered her bra, revealing her left breast. The little pink nipple was hard. Blaze reached into...it looked like her hand disappeared into thin air, the reporter's eyes crossing for a moment...and then when it came back she had a few steel instruments and other things.

An **** pad pinched between the red fingers carefully wiped down the nipple. A pair of something like tweezers, but with flat holes in the tips, seized her nipple and pinched it, stretching the little nub away from the breast. Lois could feel the slight pain from this, but it was just...there. She could actually feel everything happening, so clearly.

Blaze held up a needle.

"Take this," she said. "And press it through the holes. I want you to pierce the nipple. All the way through."

Lois smiled and took the needle in her right hand.

With the nipple held out in front of her, the target wasn't too hard to see...but Lois still had to work a bit by touch when lining up the point with the first hole. The sharp tip of the needle against her flesh was so perfectly clear...

She pressed the sharp steel needle into the sensitive flesh. Somewhere in her brain, the nerves screamed, but none of it seemed to quite penetrate the warm euphoria. Lois smiled as she cleanly threaded the needle all the way through, exiting the whole on the other side of the needle.

Blaze did something then...and Lois couldn't follow the fingers, eyes crossing as they sometimes seemed to go through each other...and when she was done, she took the tweezers and needle away.

There was a solid gold metal ring through Lois Lane's nipple. Thick enough that the nipple couldn't quite retract as far as it had before, permanently semi-erect. The reporter couldn't see any hinge or break in the gold ring.

"Still good?" Blaze asked.

Lois re-assessed herself. There was a quite sharp, throbbing pain in her nipple now. She was getting used to the smell. Her ass was cold.

"Good," The reporter reported.

"Control appears to be established, then. Now, Lois...let me tell you what you're going to do..."

The smile never left her face.