End: A Perfect Doppelganger

Lois Lane had interviewed people in the BDSM community that liked to wear those full-body latex suits. One woman had talked about the sense of full-body compression...every part of her being squeezed at once. The tight restriction from which there was no escape.

That was what Lois felt like now. Unfamiliar muscles pulled at her like a puppet. She could still feel the cock inside of her pussy, and other things, besides. Little things pushing inside her ass, her ears, nostrils, and mouth. The reporter felt herself pulled into a standing position, shoulders back, head up...and then Blaze opened her eyes.

It was like staring at the world through glasses. The periphery of Lois Lane's vision was murky, and things squirmed there. Naked acolytes brought forth a mirror...and Lois Lane saw herself standing there. Hair and skin wet, as though just stepping forth from the shower, or newly born. The reporter felt invisible hairs tug at her face, and in the mirror the reflection smiled.

A hand reached up to touch her face. The feeling was muted, through the thin skin that was Blaze.

"Perfect," her voice came out, and though Lois could feel the air move through her throat and lungs, she had no control over it.

Reaching down, Blaze spread her thighs and bared the reporter's pussy. Lois wasn't sure what she had been expecting...but as she stared at "her" lewd reflection, she saw the familiar glistening pink tunnel. Even though she could feel a certain stiffness holding her lips apart that had nothing to do with Blaze's fingers.

Blaze must have stretched herself into a hollow tube...coating my vagina from within, the reporter realized. But why? What possible reason could she have for this?

"We are going to have so much fun together, Lois," Blaze said. She snapped her fingers, and her naked acolytes brought her the reporter's clothes. Among the female forms, Lois Lane noticed the women she had sought. Bait for the trap.

Except I was the one that took the bait, Lois thought to herself. She felt weirdly numb as the devil she was wearing—or was it Blaze that was wearing her?—began to dress herself. If I hadn't come down here...if I hadn't been so distressed that I'd climbed on top of her...

Even now, Lois couldn't tell where her choices had ended and Blaze's influence had begun. Obviously, the demon had been working on her subconsciously for some time...pushing Lois to take risks she normally wouldn't, make decisions that in hindsight were madness...

...and now here she was, trapped within herself. Blaze tried on her smile again.

"Don't worry, Lois," she said, sliding a hand down to the reporter's pussy. Her fingers dug hard at the clit, hard enough that Lois could feel it even through the skin of Blaze that covered it. "Your night out might be over, but our time together has just begun. I think it's time Lois Lane made a date with the Man of Steel."

Her fingers delved into the reporter's cleft. The demon's skin must have been thinner there, because Lois could feel the digits scraping against her walls. "A very intimate date. I might just let him go all the way. Not that you need to worry about pregnancy, Lois. Not a drop will reach your womb."

Trapped inside the prison of her own body, Lois Lane tried to scream...but it was drowned out by the demon's laughter.

It sounded just like Lois Lane had heard the funniest joke in the world.