End: A Life of and Sexual Degradation

On the screen, Lois Lane's eyes crossed and her face twisted into an idiotic expression of ecstasy as the tail-plug slid into her ass. It was a perfect picture of the reporter's utter triumph and degradation.

In her lair, the demon Blaze watched the performance. A thin smile graced the lips of the scarlet succubus. She held out one hand, which held an empty wineglass, and one of her servants—the very women Lois Lane had no doubt come here—stepped forward, the vibrators buzzing in her cunt and ass as she refilled the demon's glass from a silver pitcher.

"Ah, Lois...Lois..." Blaze mused as she brought the wineglass under her nose, the acid scent tickling her nostrils. "How easy you mortals might fall. All you needed was a little push, a whisper in your mind, an opportunity to let your inner slut out...and my devoted servant made that happen."

The old Black woman was congratulating Lois now. The reporter's ass wiggled, causing the bushy tail to sway back and forth. Next, the demon knew, would come the peanut butter...the old woman on the couch with her thigh thighs spread. A bit crude, but that was all the better. Lois Lane had already given the demon all she needed with which to destroy the reporter's career, her image...in a heartbeat, the demon could have "Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Best Bitch" out on the internet for the eager consumption of a planet full of masturbating pricks.

Yet the threat of such a release would serve the demon better. Already she planned out the steps of Lois Lane's downfall. Small things, at first. More daring sexual exploits. **** of her position to help track the Man of Steel. Blaze would push Lois deeper and deeper, **** the woman psychologically and sexually, until the reporter broke...or was hers completely.

Blaze took a sip of wine. It was bitter, but that suited her mood. All of that would have to wait until after Lois Lane's night out was over. Now...now a scarlet hand stretched down between her legs. The old woman was on the couch. The creamy peanut butter as slathered over the protuberant lips of her labia. Like a dog in a very different kind of porn, Lois Lane moved forward on all fours, swaying her hips to wag her tail, tongue lolling. Peanut butter was quite a treat, for dogs...

"You have loved well, Lois Lane," Blaze breathed as the scarlet fingers rubbed at her stiff swollen clit. "Yet not at all wisely. One of you cunts come over here and lick me."

One of the servants, hollow-eyed and shivering naked in the cold, stepped forward. It was her turn...and the four women watched on the screen as the woman who could have found them, could have saved them, lapped at the peanut butter-covered-cunt like an animal.