End: Blaze Wants To Be Punished

The demoness Blaze measured her lifetime in millennia. For centuries she had wallowed in the blood of the damned and the anguish of souls in eternal torment. Her contests with the infernal forces had whiled away the years, schemes stretching out for decades, mortal foes growing old before her eyes as she remained every youthful, the flame of her spirit undimmed.

Yet never, in all that time, had she been bound with magic and physical restraint at once. Her power was quiescent, her body weak, and the bindings that kept her to the bed were soft enough not to hurt, but strong enough that there was nothing she could do to break them.

Then there was her dick.

She could not see the alarming shade of purple her balls had gone, but she could see how tightly the black binding at the base of her dick bit into the swollen flesh. The rubbery head looked ready to split, and the urethra was actually had split a little when Lois Lane had shoved the sounding rod in too forcefully. A single bead of black blood had dripped down the demon's dick, and it quivered stiffly, free of any stimulation except the slight breeze from the apartment air conditioning.

It occurred to Blaze that if anything happened to the reporter, she would be trapped her...how long? Days at least. Perhaps weeks. The demon's heart pounded as she recalled stories of apartments that had remained sealed for months...years...decades...

She tugged at her bindings again, but the reporter had followed the instructions well. Blaze had never been so well bound. Her internal muscles twitched, but the sounding rod plugged her too well, the binding about her balls and the base of her dick was too tight. There was no way for Blaze to cum, until Lois Lane returned.

Minutes ticked on. The demon turned her head as far as she could. The bedside clock was just within view.

I could scream, Blaze thought. Someone might hear me. Break the circle and then I would be free...

For the first time, Blaze wasn't sure how she felt about that.

It wasn't exactly that she...enjoyed this bondage and cock ****. But as the minutes ticked by, and the scarlet succubus reviewed the events of the night, she realized that there had been a sense of excitement that she had never known before. How many centuries had she been the tormentor...never the tormented. Now that Blaze finally had a taste of the other side...

...it was kind of nice. Not like spearing the reporter on her cock had been, of course, but the whole scene...the titillation...the delayed gratification...

Even now, her nipples and cock were hard. Down beneath her balls, the demon could feel a trickle from her pussy. As strange and terrible as it was, Blaze could only come to one inescapable conclusion.

I...like this.

Which left only one problem. When Lois came back...Blaze had been telling the truth. The reporter would free the women, and then return and...set her free. Or not free, exactly, but probably banished back to hell. Where it would be impossible for her to indulge herself in this way again.

"Fuck," Blaze said to the ceiling.

It took Lois Lane longer than she thought to sort out the issue with the women. Dawn was lighting up the sky when she returned to her "guest."

The tired reporter found her mouth curling into a smile as she stared at the sight of the spread-eagled demonic dickgirl, cock still quivering and on edge. The horned head turned toward Lois as the reporter came in.

"Welcome back," Blaze said. Then carefully, experimentally, she added. "Mistress."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "You told the truth. Your operation has been taken apart, the women are free, the club shut down. All your plots unfurled. So I suppose I should call up Zatanna and get her to sort you out..."

The reporter yawned.

"Um...about that," Blaze squirmed as much as her bonds allowed. "I don't suppose we could come to an...arrangement? So that I could...stay."

The yawn paused. The reporter's tired eyes fixed on the demon's.

"If you stay here, I'm going to do exactly what I said to you. And more." Lois said. "I'll paddle your balls until they're black and blue. Get one of those penis pumps and swell your cock to some obscene, painful mass, and then whip it. Finger-fuck your urethra."

"Yes," the demon said, unable to resist a shiver of anticipation. "Yes mistress, please. Punish me. I've been bad."

Lois Lane's smile grew wider. Tired as she was, she could feel her heart beat a little faster, her step a little lighter. Her night out might be over...but quite obviously, the fun was just beginning.