End: Let's Make A Bet

"What kind of bet?" Lois Lane said, her eyes focused on the dick. Angelica Blaze looked like she was about to explode any moment.

"Put the shot glass in your pussy," Blaze said. "If I fill it up, I get to fuck you. If I miss, I have to eat you out until you cum on my face."

The reporter snorted. "Confident, aren't you?"

A knowing half-smile graced the dickgirl's face as she continued to slide her cock in between the reporter's feet. "Well, either I get to fuck a beautiful woman or eat her out. Pretty win-win for me..."

Lois Lane chewed it over. The reporter couldn't deny that she was hot and bothered...more than she should be. Her bathrobe had spilled open, exposing her breasts and pussy; she was on her back in her bedroom jerking a strange dickgirl off with her feet. Angelica had already claimed Lois had been ****, and the reporter's blank memory of earlier tonight lent credence to that. There was that warning from before, too...not to have sex tonight. All good reasons to just stop, let Blaze cum, and then clean up and go find those missing women...

...except Lois could admit she was aroused. Her nipples were hard, her cheeks burned, and the reporter couldn't remember the last time she had been this wet and ready.

"No matter what happens, we go find the missing women after this, okay?" Lois said. "Otherwise, no bet."

"Cross my heart," Blaze huffed. "And hope to die."

This is how Lois Lane found herself sliding the cold glass into her hot pussy. She shivered...but her cunny was so slick right now, it pushed in easily. A one-inch target, from nearly a foot away...in the dark...there was no way.

"By Satan, you're beautiful," Blaze said. Then she grabbed the reporter's ankles and pulled her legs wide. Lois Lane was too shocked to do anything as the head of the cock jammed right into the mouth of the shot glass...and the dickgirl grunted. Lois Lane's jaw dropped.

"That's...that's cheating!" Lois said.

"The bet was I'd fill the glass," Blaze said, her lips pulling back. "Have I not?"

Angelica pulled away...and Lois Lane's fingers went to her pussy. There was the hard rim of the glass, slick with her pussy juices...and now warm and full of salty jizz. The reporter grimaced, agitated at the dickgirl's deception...but a bet was a bet.

Blaze kissed the sole of her left foot. In the darkness, Lois saw that the cock hadn't softened appreciably.

"When this is over," Blaze promised. "And you know the fate of those missing women, it will be my pleasure to eat your pussy."

It was a silly promise...yet with it, Lois Lane's last complaint faded. After all, the whole reason she had gone through with this bet was the promise of oral sex, so if she was getting that anyway...

On instinct, Lois brought the full shot glass to her mouth and knocked it back. The hot goo tastes of ammonia, like an overripe cheese...and somewhere in the back of her mind, that tickled her memory. She had tasted something like that, earlier tonight.

Yet it was too late. Still holding Lois Lane's legs apart, Angelica Blaze bent her legs, pressed the head of her cock against the reporter's drooling slit...and slid forward. Not harshly, not just the tip, but sliding in with the steady push of a key into its assigned lock...and when Blaze's balls pressed against the reporter's ass, the memories came sweeping back.

Lois Lane had lost both bets. The taste of that was more bitter than Blaze's cum.

"Damn I'm good," Blaze said as she began to move, sliding her cock out until just the tip remained inside, then pushing it forward to hear her balls slap against the reporter's ass. Lois Lane, dejectedly, simply gripped the sheets and held on. All the fight seemed to flow out of her. The invisible clutch of the demon's ownership closed on the reporter's soul.

"Don't worry, Lois," the demonic dickgirl said as she continued her steady deep dicking. With a shiver like a dog throwing off water, Blaze shed her human form. Dark horns graced her brow, and pure white eyes burned beneath them. "I'll show you the missing women. And I'll eat your cunt whenever I please. It is the least I can do for she who will chief among my servants. Oh yes, you will serve me well...as a lover, a cum dump, a breeder, a footstool, a spy, or anything else that I wish!"

White sparks danced from the demon's eyes...and inwardly, Lois Lane cursed herself. Foolishly, she had disregarded her own warning...and now she was fucked, both figuratively and metaphorically. A little whimper broke from her throat as the demon sped up, slamming her nuts into the reporter's ass harder. She could swear the cock was getting bigger too...her pussy felt tighter, and Lois could swear she felt little bumps rubbing against all her secret spots...

"Mine!" Blaze said, luxuriating in her victory...and the terrible laughter triggered in Lois Lane the first scream, as the true horror of her situation finally sank in...that she had gambled and lost body and soul to the Queen of Hell, betrayed herself and everyone she knew...and now there were no more games to play, no more angles, no words that would get her out of this situation.

Lois Lane was damned.