End: Blaze Wants To Own Her Ass

Blaze strode from behind the desk. For the first time, Lois could see the long cock hanging down between her legs. The base was as thick as a coke can, the broad tip as wide as her wrist. It was a bitchbreaker, something that belonged on a donkey, not anything that walked on two legs.

She advanced on Lois. One talon plucked at the waistband of the reporter's pants. Lois kept her face neutral as the demon tugged it down, revealing the brand declaring her pussy the property of Circe.

"Tell me...has Circe claimed your ass as well?"

Lois raised her eyes, staring deep and fearlessly into the demon's pale white orbs.

"She doesn't own it," the reporter said grimly.

"A deal, then. All together, the women owe me four hundred hours of service. You will pay off this debt...to me...with your ass. And I will let them go free."

The reporter's ass clenched. She had taken Circe's dick, and hadn't broken. While she didn't like to think about what her ass would be like after four hundred hours of getting reamed by that monster...was it really any different from what she had already done?

I'm already a whore, Lois admitted bitterly to herself. I might as well see some good out of it.

"Deal," Lois Lane said, pledging her ass to the demon.

Blaze smiled. Lois smelled ozone, heard the crash of thunder.

"Unlock all locks, undo all bonds, release, free, and remove all barriers," the demonic dickgirl whispered, her voice carrying a strange resonance. It reminded her, very dimly, of how Circe's voice was when it had the **** of her magic behind it...but this was different. Less potent.

Chains came unbound, tape and gags came undone. Lois felt her clothes fall off of her, even the tight pants that she normally struggled with. The reporter looked down at the metal rings binding her pussy...but though they quivered for a moment, apparently Circe's magic was more powerful than Blaze's spell, and the reporter remained in chastity.

The four women picked themselves up from the remains of their bondage, hands moving to cover their nipples and pussies.

"Stay for a while," Blaze told them, as she began to stroke her cock into hardness. "This woman has sacrificed her ass for you. the least you can do is watch."

Turning to Lois, the demon leered. "Bend over the desk."

Lois sighed. The hard wood was cold on her naked tits. Blaze produced a bottle of lube and emptied half of it on Lois Lane's ass.

After Circe's knot, the head didn't feel quite so big as Lois imagined.

Maybe I'm loose, Lois thought. It was a bitter joke. By the end of tonight, she doubted she'd be able to shit solid. After four hundred hours, she wondered if there would be anything of her colon left, or if she'd just have to walk around in diapers for the rest of her life.

Lois let out a little moan and grabbed the edge of the desk, bracing herself and trying to relax her anal muscles at the same time. It was worse, knowing that four pairs of eyes were watching her get reamed out. The fat crimson cock slid in inch by inch. Not wider than the canine cock that Circe had taken her anal virginity with, but longer. The flared tip hit her sigmoid colon, the little bend into her intestines, and Lois squealed in pain...but it didn't stop. Tears fell on the desk as Blaze implacably pushed forward, until Lois could feel the heavy testicles press against her thighs, the head of the cock buried somewhere in her guts.

There is no sensation like having a living thing that deep inside of you. Some few know what it is like to be fisted up to the elbow, and Lois was sure that she knew it now. Her anus was stretched to his maximum, a burning ring of fire, her butt stuffed full of cock. It was like she was being cored out by some hot, throbbing thing...and Blaze hadn't even started fucking her yet. This was just the initial penetration.

An hourglass in a metal frame appeared before her, full of black sand.

"Four hundred hours," Blaze said, sliding her greased pole into the reporter's whole. "Starting now."

The first session lasted until the break of dawn. Lois lay nearly insensible and unable to move on the desk. The naked women gathered the reporter up, cum dripping from her grossly distended anus, to take their savior away. the hourglass had stopped the second Blaze had taken her cock out of Lois. Three hundred and ninety-six hours remained on her debt.

Lois Lane knew she would pay it out in full, in the end.