End: Lois Forces Blaze To Suck Her Own Cock

They say the test for any person's character is to give them power. Lois Lane looked down at the now powerless dickgirl...and knew that she could do anything to her. A part of her knew that as a demon, Blaze must have done terrible things in her life. Sins and crimes she would have to atone for. Too, Lois knew that she was going to have to establish who was in control in this relationship, if there was even going to be a relationship.

The pregnant reporter's toe nudged the dickgirl's flaccid penis. It lay on the floor like a fat, dead worm.

"Get hard."

Angelica Blaze lifted her head, eyes questioning.

"What?" The dickgirl asked.

"I'll help you," Lois said. "But in exchange, you need to do what I say. Right now, I want you to get hard."

Hesitantly, Blaze lifted her cock off the floor. Lois wished, right then, that the dickgirl was uncircumcised...that she could watch the foreskin be peeled back. As it was, the dickgirl sat on the floor with her legs wide apart, one hand around her glans with the thumb stroking her cockhole. The other hand slid over and around her balls, grasping and squeezing them together...and slowly, Lois watched as the cock filled out. Veins began to bulge under the surface. In a few minutes, it stood free, rising up in the air at an angle, with the gentlest of curves as the great bow along the underside swelled out.

"Okay," Blaze said, a bit of a flush to her cheeks. "I'm hard. Now what?"

Lois dropped down to one knee next to the dickgirl. She laid her hand gently on the back of her head, feeling the weight of all that dark hair.

"If you come live with me," Lois said softly. "You're going to have to trust me, and do what I say, when I say it. That's the only way I can help you."

"Okay...?" Angelica's voice quavered a little. Hesitant. Unsure. Lois knew that this must be new for the former demon. It was no doubt difficult for her to trust Lois...or anyone.

The reporter's other hand gripped the cock, around the middle. She squeezed it gently.

"Bend low," Lois said. "I want to see you take it in your mouth. I'll help you."

Gentle pressure on the back of the head. For a moment, instinctively, Blaze pushed back...and then her shoulders shrank down, and the dickgirl consented, bowing her head between her knees.

Even with a fair-sized cock, Lois could see the gap there of a few inches between Blaze's mouth and the tip of her dick. The reporter applied more pressure, and the former demon's head arched lower. Lois could see the fold where the bottom of the rib-cage was pressing, stiff and unmovable...but there was still an inch or more to go.

The pregnant reporter felt a flush cross her face as the dickgirl's lips pressed forward, trying to close that gap. The tongue stretched out and licked the cockhole. Strength flooded the reporter's arm as she pressed harder on the head, pulled on the cock...

Something like anger or insolence flared in Blaze's eyes as Lois **** the head past the former demon's lips. She glared sideways at the reporter, as if wondering if this was indignity enough. Lois Lane's little smile of triumph died. The little bitch was definitely going to have to learn her place.

Hand buried in that dark hair, holding Blaze firmly in place, Lois used her other hand to stroke the cock. The dickgirl grunting, brow furrowing with anger as she realized what Lois was about, but a calm, sternness settled into the reporter's countenance.

"You would've done worse than this to me, if our positions were reversed," Lois said firmly. "So take this as a lesson. If you want my help, I get to say when and where you cum. Otherwise, I'll leave you here naked and alone, and let your enemies find you."

The cock was hard now. It trembled. Lois let her hand slide down to cup and grasp those heavy balls for a moment...and then went back to her stroking. Blaze was going cross-eyed staring at her own cock, drool dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. Lois wondered if the tongue was licking at her own piss-slit.

"But if you're a good girl...I'll help you however I can. I'll hide you from your enemies. I'll help you get off. Feed and clothe you. All you have to do...is everything I say..." the reporter's hand was flying up the cock now, and she was rocking her hand back and forth, making Blaze's mouth move on the head of her dick just a little.

"Cum," Lois said throatily. "Cum for me now."

Lois felt Angelica's body tremble. The throb of the cock against the palm of her hand. She shoved the head forward, as far as she could. Until tears squeezed out of Blaze's eyes. The dickgirl looked ready to ****...and then she did, convulsively. White streams of cum burst out of the cute little nose, running down the dickgirl's upper lip...and Lois kept stroking until Blaze calmed down, then eased her head back.

The cock was a white, sticky mess. Blaze coughed and sputtered.

The pregnant reporter smiled beatifically.

"Good girl," Lois said, and then lowered her own head to lick the cum off the still-engorged cock.

"I think we're going to get along just fine."