End: Her Cock—And Lois Can Feel Everything!

The crimson cock lay across the edge of the sink. Lois Lane could barely wrap her mind around the idea that she stared, through Blaze's eyes, at all that was left of herself. A massive scarlet shaft attached to a slutty succubus.

Blaze hummed to herself as she pulled the cock off of the sink and turned away from the reporter's bathroom. It was weird to see through Blaze's eyes, hear through her ears...Lois felt like a voyeur. Except she could feel her "body" swing back and forth between the demon's thighs as Blaze sauntered casually into the kitchen.

At random, the demon began to open drawers. Lois watched in worried fascination as the demon looked at hr silverware, the drawer of random cables, another full of odd spoons and utensils...and picked up a slim, old-fashioned wooden rolling pin. Blaze cast her gaze around the kitchen and found the reporter's cutting board, an inch-thick slab of silver-grey marble. This the demon set on the edge of the kitchen table, which was just below hip-height on the tall demon.

Cold ran through the reporter's form as Blaze set her dick on the marble slab. Lois stared down at herself, a soft pink piece of meat that was stark against the pale stone.

"You wouldn't know this about me, Lois," Blaze said out loud. "But I'm something of a masochist."

The rolling pin came down. Lois could do nothing, could not move to avoid the blow. It slammed into the limp scarlet shaft and pain wracked the reporter...but Blaze gave a hiss of pleasure.

If she had eyes of her own, Lois Lane would have sobbed as the rolling pin came down, again and again. Each blow laid out on the scarlet cock hit a little ways out from the other. Through the demon's eyes Lois could see the purple bruises that striped her new form...and the lingering heat and ache of those wounds enveloped her mind. Yet that was not the worst of it.

The worse was that Lois could feel the blood rush to the afflicted regions. The pressure built within her, horrible in the way that Lois could feel her nw form expand, even as the blows rained down. She felt swollen and gorged to the breaking point, and through Blaze's eyes she could see the soft shaft grow fearfully erect, until Lois Lane lifted off the marble slab and stood with swollen head upturned...painfully erect.

Blaze panted as she halted her ****. Quivered in the aftermath as pain and pleasure flooded her system.

"It will be my pleasure," Blaze said. "To do this every day. Oh, you have no idea what lovely tortures I have in store for you, Lois...and how utterly exciting it is for me to have someone to share this experience with."

In her mind, Lois Lane tried to scream...but all that happened is that the urethra on that cock opened wide for a moment, and a dribble of black cum oozed out to spatter on the marble slab.

Her night out was at an end...and her terrifying new existence as Blaze's cock was just beginning.