End: I Made A Deal

"I got...used to it," Ella Lane said. "In fact, I got to like it. The roughness. The power I had over him, with that tight young body. The power he had over me with his strength and size. I got...I got to love that first moment when his cock would spread my cunt wide. Sometimes he would split me open, and just fuck the shit out of me as I bled all over that magnificent manmeat..."

"Mother!" Lois Lane said, cheeks flushed.

"Sorry, dear. You know the old saying, 'We must imagine Sisyphus happy?' Well imagine if Sisyphus was a masochistic slut. That's me." Ella Lane's smile was sad.

Lois Lane shook her head. There were some things no daughter should hear their mother say.

"So, when the demon offered me a deal..." Ella said. "A chance to escape from that endless cycle of sexual **** and experience it for real. Well. I hope you understand, I had to take it."

"Deal? What kind of deal?" Lois said.

"Oh, we'd trade places!" Ella said, with that same sad smile. "You'd take my place in hell, and I'd live out your life in your tight, young body."

Lois blinked. "I...I would never agree to that!"

Ella stared her daughter in the eyes. Their eyes were the exact same color, that vivid violet. The old woman's hands were so very, very cold at that moment.

"Darling...your agreement isn't necessary."

The old woman seemed to rush toward Lois. The reporter never felt the impact. Just a sudden sense of being free...and then the fall. Down through darkness. The terrible sense of motion. Wind rushing past her ears. Instinctively, Lois tried to twist, to see where she was falling...

Lois Lane slammed tits-first into the dining room table. She blinked and looked around. It was the kitchen, in the old house. Just as it was years ago. When her mother was alive. The door opened, and Lois stared back at her father. Not as he was now, hair shot through with grey, face lined. No, he was as he was when she had just turned eighteen. Broad-shouldered, dark-haired, blue eyes like chips of ice.

Then she saw the bulge in his pants. And for a moment, Lois Lane was too scared to scream.

Ella Lane explored her daughter's body with her hands. The smooth, tight flesh. Every nerve ending seemed alive. She didn't even care who was watching as she pulled the tight red pants down to explore her pussy...her asshole...so tight and sensitive...

"Getting settled in, I see," a woman's voice, oddly accented, came to Ella Lane's ears. To onlookers, it would seem as if a tall, stately woman had joined the stripping young woman at the table. Only Ella could see the dark horns that bent back from the broad forehead, the blood-red skin, the pure white eyes of the demon Blaze.

"I want to fuck the world!" Ella said.

"And you can," Blaze said. "But remember our bargain. I need you to step into your daughter's life, at least for a little while. You can slut it up...but on your own time. I need a spy in the Daily Planet. Someone to seduce and corrupt them, slowly, purposefully. Do my bidding in this, and you can indulge your perverted lust to your heart's desires."

"Right, right," Ella said. She smiled. It was her daughter's smile. "So tell me, who do I get to fuck first?"

Blaze smiled. Somewhere, down in Hell, Lois Lane fought a losing battle against the demon in her father's shape. The reporter felt the weight of the forces that had been working against her, from the very moment she had stepped foot into that club. Supernatural powers had conspired to steal her body and life, and the ghost of her own mother had betrayed her to an endless cycle of sex and degradation.

As the cock slowly and painfully **** its way between Lois Lane's labia, the reporter thought back to the decisions she had made on her night out. Wondered what might have happened, if she had chosen to do things a little differently. What might have been.

Her strength failed. The cock thrust home, ripped through the hymen that Lois Lane hadn't had since she was eighteen years old. Smelled her father's cologne as he pressed his huge body down atop her. Utterly powerless now to resist.

She thought of her mother...and wondered if she too would grow to like it.