End: Blaze's Latex Hell

The reporter's distended abdomen preceded her into the room. Her eyes went wide with shock, and only the gag in her mouth cut off her ejaculation of horror...and behind her, the door slowly closed.

As a young woman at university, Lois Lane had taken a course in theology as an elective. She remembered the lectures about the origins and development of the Christian idea of Hell, from the early pagan ideas of the afterlife to the elaborate damnations promised by Dante in the Inferno. For long hours she had studied Hieronymus Bosch's surreal paintings...

...and now, it looked as though she had stepped into one.

Women dressed head-to-toe in tight-fitting latex shuffled along the floor in a seemingly endless human centipede. Latex-clad pony-girls in high heels ran on treadmills that powered the fucking-machines were women in shiny black and red were bound, their holes pounded. On a set of benches, women were tied with their heads **** back and mouths open so that they could be ****-fed water; their distended stomachs were larger than Lois Lane's....and the golden showers that burst from their bladders sprayed down on women were bound stiffly, with funnels jammed into their mouths, to wiggle like worms before they drowned in piss.

Lois Lane couldn't take it all in. Every scene seemed to have some further horror, and the whole tableaux was of a carnal BDSM inferno that would have shocked Dante into an early grave. Here and there among the bound, tortured masses Lois saw figures stalk...their tits huge and fake, black latex corsets tied tightly about their bodies to make unnaturally small waists, black masks covering their eyes and heads; on stiletto heels they strode on the damned, cracked whips, and kept the whole erotic nightmare going...

Blaze's hands grabbed the reporter's arms from behind.

"You were curious, Lois...and this is where your curiosity led you. This is what happened to those missing women you were so eager to find. They all serve me willingly...in time."

The reporter moaned and shook her head. A part of her couldn't believe that this was real...but her every sense told her it was. Blaze's hands ran up the reporter's arms to her neck.

"Now I imagine you're curious," Blaze said. "Aren't you? How these women came to this place, what it feels like to dominate and be dominated. That will be my gift to you, Lois. I am going to let you go interview them. You can even join them, if you like. Experience what they feel. And when you are ready to leave..."

The gag popped free from the reporter's mouth. Blaze lowered her hands to cradle the reporter's cum-swollen stomach.

"...I will let you go after you let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Until then...have fun!"

The devil withdrew her hands. A hard slap on her bare ass sent the reporter stumbling forward...and Lois Lane's heart sank as she realized she was trapped here, unless she could find some way out. Trapped in this latex hell, with her only exit being on the end of Blaze's cock.

Something that Lois Lane was not willing to do...not yet, anyway.

Instead, her belly sloshing with cum, Lois Lane stepped deeper into this strange latex purgatory. Already in her mind, the journalist was trying to frame her questions. Her night out, with all of its strange twists and turns, was not over...and perhaps, in this place, it never would be.