End: A Superman-Branded Butt Plug

Blaze held the would-be whore's ass cheeks apart with her fingers. A hot dribble of saliva trickled down the crack of Lois Lane's ass. Her butthole was cinched tight, to hold back the weight of water. Then she felt the soft tip of the point of the plug, wet with lube.

"Easy," Blaze whispered. "Bend over. Hands on the floor. Ass in the air."

Like a good prospective prostitute, Lois Lane bent over. Felt the strain in the back of her thighs. How her heart hammered against her breastbone. Flashbacks to PE in college, to getting a physical exam. Her whole body taut and tense as a wire as her anus was not pointed higher, the water slid a little deeper inside.

"Perfect. Hold it, just like that."

Lois bit her lip and her eyes were shut tight. At that moment, she felt set adrift. Not sure if she was a reporter or a prostitute...or both. Her anus strained with the pressure from within and the tickle as Blaze gently rubbed the quivering little sphincter from without. A terrible heat filled her body, and Lois wanted nothing more than to touch herself...but she was curious, achingly curious, what it felt like.

A little pressure. A swift intake of breath. A tiny dribble from her asshole, and the sudden, **** urge to void.

Then an inexpressible moment between agony and ecstasy. The steady, terrible strength of Blaze as she pushed against the sphincter. The need of the water inside to rush out...and Lois felt her temples throb as the soft point pierced through, and the water pushed back but couldn't budge the plug a millimeter against Blaze's strength.

Lois **** herself to breathe. In and out, through her nostrils, not her mouth. Her stomach lurched, and there was a sudden surge of nausea, but Lois swallowed. Tamped it down...or up, given her current position. As slowly, achingly slowly, Blaze slid the plug in deeper.

Except as it progressed, it got thicker. Lois could feel the tension as her anal passage was slowly spread wider than it had ever been. Wider than Lois thought it could be. Her legs trembled as she felt the first touch of real pain, the first burn. She was already at her limit, yet it kept being pushed deeper and deeper in, her once-tiny little asshole bigger and bigger. It felt like a cannonball being shoved up her ass...and every time Lois thought she was at her limit, that she couldn't take any more, Blaze whispered how well she was doing, and stretched her poor benighted asshole a little further.

Then, the middle passed. Lois panted, sweat dripped down her arms as the round mass of the plug pushed deeper inside of her, and her sphincter slowly closed. Not all the way. It was still uncomfortably open, burned, and ached. Then she felt the edges of the flared base. A familiar shape.

"All done," Blaze said. "Leave it in until tomorrow. You might need help to remove it."

The reporter stood up, suddenly dizzy. One hand went to her lower abdomen, where there was a definite bulge, all the water from the enema trapped in her guts, plus the mass of the massive butt plug. Her other hand dove between her asscheeks...and her cheeks burned as they felt the familiar S-figure etched into that shield.

"T-tomorrow?" Lois said.

"If you want to work," Blaze said. "If not...well, keep the plug. As a parting gift."

Which is how, moving in an awkward kind of waddle, uncomfortable and embarrassed, Lois Lane left once more. She had a lead...or she thought she did...on the missing women. She also had a massive, Superman-themed butt plug in her ass. A plug too big, the reporter was increasingly sure, to removed on her own.

Blaze chuckled to herself, as she watched the reporter hobble down the street. She had enjoyed playing with the reporter. Toying with her baser instincts. Pushing her to do things that Lois Lane would normally never do, by appealing to her curiosity. The demon wondered whether Lois would return tomorrow night, or whether she would succumb to the need to remove the plug...and there were very few that could help Lois with that particular problem.

"Ah, Lois, Lois, Lois," Blaze whispered to herself as she stared at the reporter's ass, just before Lois disappeared from view. "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go."