End: Her Tongue Goes Deep In That Ass

"You know what?" Diesel said, before Lois could make up her mind. "I'm not going to give you a choice."

The muscular, tattooed lesbian spread her ass cheeks. The darker skin of her anus convulsed, as if to wink at Lois Lane.

"Get in there and eat my ass!" Diesel ordered.

Lois Lane leaned forward before she even had a thought to protest.

The twin pierced tips of her split tongue ran around the outside of the woman's pucker. Bitter, salty flavors assailed Lois, the pungent smell of unwashed body. Even a clean asshole accumulated sweat and grit. The reporter breathed in the heady scent, something she would have found disgusting earlier, but now...

I want it, Lois realized. Want to make her feel good. Want to taste every inch of her body, to be an obedient little slut, to feel her **** me down with those big muscles and have her way with me.

It was a strange, almost alien thought to a reporter that prided herself on her willpower and independence—but what truly disturbed Lois was how right it felt. The pins and needles sensation of the spell crept forward into her frontal lobes, rewriting her brain. A malicious feedback loop: the more Lois acted like a submissive slut, the more of a submissive slut she wanted to be.

Now the twin tongue-studs twirled and pressed against the very center of that pucker. Separated, they were weaker, so it was more difficult for Lois to apply pressure. She buried her nose in the crack of Diesel's ass, the tip pushed up and nostrils flared, the scent seemed to fill her whole head...and then the tongue-studs pushed through, gripped by the muscular ring, and Diesel moaned.

"Yeah...fucking love those studs. Dig deep in there! I want to feel all of it!"

Lois slid her hands up those muscular thighs and pulled herself deeper between those cheeks. Her split tongue slid forward, the studs scraping around and around as she swirled them inside that ass...it was like French kissing a raw steak, that strangely coppery flavor, and Diesel moaned, her cheeks pressed against the transformed reporter's face.

"Hmm, fuuuuck," Diesel said. "I haven't had my ass eaten like that in forever. I don't know what your plans were for tonight Lois, but they are canceled. You're coming back to my crib. I've got this double-ended dildo I've been dying to try out, and we're going to fuck each other's asses until dawn."

Deep inside Lois Lane, a part of her wanted to rebel...but she already knew it was too late. She was trapped in this form, a submissive lesbian slut so different in appearance that no one would even recognize her...and when the elevator began to rise back up to the level of the club, Lois Lane found herself following Diesel, the reporter's big ass twitching at the thought of taking that dildo.

Lois Lane did not find the missing women that night, nor the secret of the cult, or of the demon Blaze that was behind it all. A prisoner of her own desires, she found herself in bed, a foot of bright blue dildo snaked up her rectum as Diesel rubbed her cunny togue and their tongues twirled...and deep inside Lois Lane, she wondered if she would ever want to escape.