End: I'll Join You!

There comes a point in everyone's life when they have to decide whether to live or whether to die. Life comes with a cost, spoken or unspoken...and for Lois Lane, whose stomach was bloated and swollen from all the piss she had been **** to drink...the price was now worth it.

The demon leaned over the reporter.

"You agree to join us? To bind your soul to your sisters, and follow the precepts of our little cult?" Blaze asked.

Lois sucked in air. "...I won't kill anybody."

"Hmm," Blaze hummed. The reporter felt her gorge rise as the gutful of warm piss rose in her esophagus. It took her time and effort to **** it back down, leaving her chest burning. "We're running a brothel for supernaturally augmented women, not an assassin's guild."

"What exactly do I have to do?" Lois asked.

"Put simply? Ours is a cult of pleasure. You don't have to whore yourself out, but by joining us, you agree to offer yourself up totally to us...and in turn, we will turn ourselves totally to you. If your pussy itches, one of us will scratch it. If I want my cock sucked, you will drop to your knees to offer your mouth for my balls while your sisters take turns."

Lois considered this. "And if I want to leave?"

"There is no leaving," the demon said, bending down to boop the reporter's nose with one red finger.

"Anything else I should know?" Lois said.

"Well, you get to decide what your augmentation is," the demon said. Her hands slid down to group the reporter's breasts. Crimson fingers groped the pale flesh...and red lines traced beneath the reporter's skin. Lois felt the pressure and nausea ease as her piss-swollen stomach shrank before her eyes.

"Bigger breasts? A cock to fuck with? Maybe you just want to be able to eat whatever you want without gaining weight?" Blaze whispered, her lips, hovering just above Lois Lane's.

Lois sucked in air. She could taste Blaze's breath. It tasted of pussy...something Lois would not have recognized before tonight.

"I don't like being **** into this," Lois said.

"I know," Blaze said, with a voice of sincere regret. "But you **** our hand, coming here like this. And to be honest, the girls really like you."

Lois sighed. She closed her eyes. Not wanting to say yes, but also not wanting to drink any more urine.

I've had enough of that for a lifetime, Lois thought to herself. She listened to her body as the red lines of power reached won, past her stomach, to between her legs. She couldn't see her ovaries and womb glow through the skin, but she could feel the heat in her cunny. But I could really go for a fuck.

"Alright," Lois said. "I'll join you. But..."

She sought inside herself for the words.

"No buts," Blaze said, and pressed her lips against Lois Lane's.

Something passed out of the demon's mouth into hers. Perhaps something passed from Lois to her. All she knew is that the bonds that bound Lois dissolved in an instant..and warm, feminine hands came and caressed the reporter's overheated body. Stroking. Stoking the fire that burned through her body...and Lois felt herself give into it. Welcoming it. Welcoming everything that came with it.

She was tired of fighting. Lois Lane knew the cost, and now she paid it, willingly.

Her pussy itched. Lois Lane opened her legs, and a hot mouth was there, automatically.

I could get used to this, Lois thought, moaning into Blaze's mouth as their tongues entwined. A part of her was already thinking what she wanted her augmentation to be...

Lois Lane's night out was over...and a long, sex-filled life stretched out before her. Yet that is another story...