End: Fuck The Neck Hole

Blaze gripped the reporter's decapitated head with one hand, pressing the reporter's mouth against her own pussy. Lois Lane couldn't see what the scarlet succubus was doing with the other hand...until she felt a tickle in her throat.

No! Lois screamed in her mind. She wouldn't!

"Well I find it's quite a thrill, when she grinds me against her will..." Blaze sang, then hummed the rest of the verse. Two fingers played at the reporter's neck-hole, and Lois Lane's tongue went still, unable to concentrate on eating her own pussy when Blaze was preparing to do something...unspeakable.

The two fingers splayed wide. If Lois Lane's neck had been attached to her body, she would have gagged and retched. As it was, she still had the instinct, but not the connection with her body to actually do anything about it. Nor could she scream as the swollen head of the crimson cock pressed against the back of Lois Lane's throat from the wrong side.

"Hmm, this is tight...oh shit, is that the back of your tongue? Wow, that's really different."

Lois Lane gagged. It was like vomiting, only something solid pushing its way up her throat, into her mouth. The demon's dick pressed into the decapitated reporter's mouth, completely closing off her airway...except the reporter's lungs were in her torso.

"Don't worry," the Satanic shemale said. "You won't suffocate. Now open wide..."

The cock was banging against the back of Lois Lane's teeth. The reporter thought about what to do...keep her teeth closed, and hope Blaze didn't just bust them out of her mouth? Open her mouth and then bite down? Either option seemed like a losing proposition. Limbless, bodiless, the reporter had to admit that she was completely out of her element...she couldn't even scream for Superman, not with a cock in her throat. The only choice she could make was whether to fight and suffer, or roll with Blaze's perversions and maybe survive.

"Oh, don't be like that. The best part's yet to come!" Blaze told Lois. One hand gripped the reporter's chin hard and pried the jaw open. With a disconcerting lurch, Lois Lane felt her head slide down the length of the demonic dong, the scarlet head poking out between the reporter's teeth.

The scarlet succubus **** the reporter's head down further, the thick base of the cock uncomfortably stretching out the reporter's throat, until a couple inches of crimson cock jutted out of the reporter's mouth. Lois stared crosseyed past her own nose, where the swollen, rubbery purple head of the demon's dick was. The heat and taste of the dick seemed to fill her entire head. She wondered what Blaze was going to do...shuffle her head along the cock until she came into the reporter's mouth?

Then the demon lowered cock and head back toward the reporter's recumbent torso...so that Lois Lane's face and the demonic dick were both pointing at the reporter's helpless pussy.

On no...she wouldn't... Lois thought, knowing even as she did, that of course the demon would.

"Your throat is really tight. Gripping my dick like a cockring. I think it might take me a little bit of hard fucking to really spunk that cunt," Blaze grunted as she rubbed the purple dickhead up and down the reporter's pussy-lips. Lois could only vaguely feel the sensation. All the movement was making her dizzy...

...and then Blaze slid the head of her dick inside Lois Lane's cunt. Shadowed as Lois was by the demon's body, she still had a bizarrely first-row seat view of her own pussy being violated...could smell the slightly fishy odor of her own quim as her head was thrust forward along with the demon's dick, until her nose slammed painfully into her own clit. Her own carefully-trimmed pubic hair tickled her nostrils.

It was a lurching, confusing fuck. Lois Lane's body responded on instinct—the reporter could dimly feel her pussy squeeze, could see and taste the pussy juice flowing, her body on the verge of orgasm—and then it began to shake and shiver, the stumps of her limbs twtiching and back spasming—a vague echo of the climax reached Lois Lane's punch-drunk brain, her jaw clamping tighter...and then the demon groaned, her cock swelling and throbbing...the reporter could actually feel as the cum pumped up the scarlet shaft, spitting out the end of the dick with enormous pressure as the demon pressed cock and head hard into the pussy, angling to spray the evil seed as deep inside of the reporter's cunny as the arrangement allowed.

"Oof," Blaze said. "That was a good one. Now, let's try that with your ass..."

Morning came. Lois Lane blearily stared at the ceiling. Her neck hurt. Pins and needles stabbed into her arms and legs. The reporter grimaced in pain, as she raised them...and almost wept in joy, as the sluggish limbs responded to her movements.

Her crotch was a sodden mass of cum. Pussy and ass fucked raw. Swollen teats glistened, glazed like a Krispy Kreme donut. Slowly, painfully, the reporter sat up.

She was back in her own apartment. No sign of Blaze. Her clothes were a pile on the base of the bed. Her head pounded, and her throat was swollen and sore; it hurt to swallow, and her lips felt dry, saliva gummy...

...but there was a note.

I had a WONDERFUL time last night.
Call my name three times if you're ever game for another round.
XXX
—Blaze
P.S. If it's a girl, how about 'Lillith'?

Lois Lane groaned. Her night out might be over...but she would be feeling the consequences for the next forty weeks.