Draw Poker

The devil shuffled. Lois shivered. The cooler air was brushing past her nipples, the chill metal making them stand out painfully. Blaze seemed to appreciate the view.

What grated on Lois, however, is that she still wasn't any closer to rescuing those poor women. She was playing Blaze's game, but so far the succubus was winning. The reporter could easily imagine that this is what it must have been like for those women: a long slow slide of wins and losses, surrounding a bit of themselves at a time, letting Blaze remold them—and Lois didn't want that, but there seemed to be no way out...

"What shall our stakes be, then?" Blaze asked. Lois held up a chip and examined it. The image flashed and shifted through a series of tattoos, piercings—things the demon wanted. Lois focused harder, concentrating strongly on the images, trying to focus it on something that Blaze wanted more...and in the chip one image crystallized and set. Lois Lane's pussy, though not how the reporter had ever seen it: shaved and waxed, six heavy steel rings piercing the labia, three on each side, at least an inch in diameter and a quarter of an inch thick, so they caused her labia to hang down from the weight—and a seventh ring, of pure gold, piercing through her clitoral hood, hanging down in front.

The reporter tossed it in the center of the table. Blaze's eyes flickered, and a small red tongue ran over her lip. She moved a chip of her own into the center...and there was a woman's face on it, a face Lois recognized: Diana Reynolds, one of the missing women.

"I think we can play for those," Lois said. Blaze dealt the cards.

Lois: 4♣ Q♣ Q♦ J♦ 5♥

A good starting hand. High pair, with a Jack... Lois thought to herself.

She picked up another chip. The trick was easier now, she could almost feel Blaze's desires as the image on the chip shifted and swirled—to an image of Lois' breasts. They were the same size as they were now, or perhaps a touch larger; it was hard for Lois to tell, and the nipple-rings were still there, albeit larger and heavier. But underneath...yes there was a tattoo there, matching the tramp stamp above her ass. Just below the breasts, on her lower chest, circling the underboob, another vagina in black ink, flanked by the obscene silhouettes of naked women who seemed to be supporting her udders.

It went into the pot. Blaze, took another chip—and it resolved into the face of another of the women. Mara de la Cruz—and tossed it in.

The reporter discarded the 4 and 5. Blaze kept only two cards herself, discarding the rest. She dealt the remaining cards.

Lois: Q♣ Q♦ J♦ A♣ 8♣

Inwardly, Lois frowned. It wasn't a good hand; nothing she'd raise on, anyway. A pair of queens with ace high...and she was almost afraid to reach for another chip, to see what more Blaze wanted to do to transform Lois. The two on there already made her felt strange inside...like she was just a doll that Blaze wanted to dress up, only the changes would be permanent. Concealable, with the right clothing, but difficult to reverse. Beyond that...

"Check," the reporter said, nerve almost failing her.

Blaze considered her calmly. "Oh no, Lois. You wanted this. Now we have to play this game through. Look." The demon held up a chip, images flickering through it from Lois' mind—settling on a burning red question mark. Lois swallowed, knowing that there really were questions she wanted answered—and Blaze rubbed the coin between her fingers before tossing it in the pot.

"Bet," the demon said.

Face a perfect poker mask, Lois realized suddenly there was another chip beneath her fingers. She looked down and moved her hand to stare at it.

A collar. Simple black leather, with a heavy metal ring in front. Lois couldn't see how it opened or closed.

"I'd very much like to see you in it," the demon said.

"I'll bet you would," Lois murmured. She knew she faced a choice—bet or fold. Blaze seemed confident in her cards; the reporter was as confident in her own hand. If Lois bet, she would suffer everything—even the collar. If she folded, it was only the piercings and tattoos. Of course, there was still a chance she could bet and win...