End: Lois Folds

Sweat dripped down Lois Lane's ribs. Her palms felt wet and clammy. Pulse thundered in her ears. She was so close...one hand could do it. Except if she was wrong...if she showed her cards and failed...she could get pregnant. Whereas if she folded, her ass was fucked. It was damned if you do, damned if you don't—literally—but right now on the edge of her seat, Lois felt that she was in hell.

It could be a trick, Lois told herself. Except...Blaze wants to fuck my pussy, right? Wouldn't she do anything to knock me up? If there was even a chance for her to win, she wouldn't offer that deal...but then, maybe she wants me to think that. Aaagh...

The reporter rubbed her knees together beneath the table. She could almost feel the heat radiating from that stiff prick. Today was a very bad day for her to get fucked, too. It had been so long since she'd had sex before tonight, that Lois was totally off her birth control...and her period was a couple weeks ago.

I'm probably right in the middle of ovulating. I literally cannot afford to get fucked tonight.

Lois sighed. She closed her eyes, realizing that she had already made her decision. The smart choice was to avoid any semen in her pussy. Abstinence was not a choice. Anal sex was the only safe sex on the menu...and, the reporter told herself, at least it would give her an option in the future if it looked like she'd lose a hand.

There's a hell of a thought, Lois thought. This isn't just a one-time deal...this is Blaze breaking my ass in. If I'm very careful, I can just have her fuck my ass three times a night until I get three winning hands in a row.

The reporter hesitated. "What's your policy on lube?"

"Always," the demon crossed her heart. It left a slight glowing sizzle of burning flesh across her left breast, which quickly healed.

"Okay," Lois turned her cards over. "I fold."

Blaze gave her a smile—not a Mona Lisa smile, but a sad sort of grin.

"A wise decision. Just remember, there's always tomorrow."

"Right," Lois said, though the words didn't stop the resignation that settled on her like a weight. "So...where and how are we doing this?"

"It's your first time, right?" Blaze raised her arms, fingers together for a double snap. "Let's do this somewhere you're comfortable."

There was a blast of thunder that shook Lois to her knees...eyes closing against the sudden tumult of sound...and then, as swift as it came on, it was over, and she felt carpet. When she opened her eyes...

It was her own bedroom. Black candles were lit on every flat surface around the bed, which was strewn with rose petals. Her club clothes was folded on the dresser. Blaze stood before her, naked and a strangely frightening figure in the dark. With her horns and her raging prick, which looked more than a foot long, she appeared like some avatar of the Great God Pan.

"Lie down on the bed," Blaze said. "I'll get you ready."

"I uh...I haven't..." The reporter swallowed. "I mean, I cleaned myself out before going to the club, but it's been..."

"Don't worry about that," one glowing white eye blinked in the darkness. "I took care of that."

As if on cue, the reporter's toilet flushed, and Lois felt strangely...lighter, within.

Okay, Lane, Lois said to herself as she turned her back to the scary demon with the massive erection. This is it. Nobody likes a welcher. Just spread those cheeks and think of...take it like a woman.

All the inspirational speeches in the world couldn't prepare Lois as she laid down, the soft rose petals crushed against her skin. The bed shifted as Blaze put her weight on it...and then hot, strong hands grabbed the reporter's ass, and pried the cheeks apart. Instinctively, Lois clenched. Something hot and wet drizzled on her anus, and the reporter felt it spasm as she imagined that demon in the dark, drooling onto her butthole.

I just need to relax, Lois told herself. Okay? Most women hurt themselves by trying to fight it. I read that somewhere on the internet. I'll just try to meditate...take myself away from the experience. Maybe imagine I'm getting an exam, or that it's Superman. I'd let Superman make love to my ass. Vivid imagination. Just need to...

All plans for how to handle anal sex vanish when the cockhead touches the asshole.

Lois Lane's eyes couldn't open any wider. The cock was too big. It couldn't fit. It couldn't possibly fit. At a touch, her asshole clenched up tighter than it had ever clenched before. Muscles strained with the **** of holding her ass closed, and the massive, rubbery cockhead felt as big and firm as an apple.

More wetness drizzled down. It pooled around the crack of her ass, drizzled down the sides. Lois clenched her teeth as the pressure on her anus increased...and then Blaze kept it there. Terrible in her patient, Lois could hear her breathe in the darkness, like some great animal, watching its prey, waiting for it to move.

The tension stretched out...and out...and ticked on. Until Lois had to **** herself to breathe. The muscles at the base of her spine and in her buttocks ached, and Lois slowly **** herself to relax, waiting, just waiting for Blaze to...

...the cockhead was sucked in as the sphincter relaxed, plugging the ring of muscle open.

Immediately, Lois froze up again. Blaze let out a little sigh. She let go of the reporter's ass cheeks, and planted her arms on either side of the reporter.

"Don't worry, sweetmeat," Blaze's lips brushed the reporter's shoulder. "We have as long as it takes. I'll break you in so thoroughly, you'll fold just so that you can feel my cock in your ass again."

Lois Lane couldn't see the smile in the darkness, but she imagined it. A big, toothy grin. Like a shark closing in on a swimmer.

"I guarantee it. Because you'll either be my breeder...or my anal slut."

In the darkness, Lois fought back a whimper. Her night out had come to a long, hard, and soon-to-be very sore end.