End: Lois Is Sucked Down To Hell

The piece of parchment slipped off the desk...and straight into Lois Lane's face. Her nails snapped. For a moment, she scrabbled in mid-air...but it was too late. Lois could feel the pull of hell on her, sucking her downward into darkness. She couldn't even scream as she was wrenched through the hole.

Then she fell.

Without the suction on her, Lois pulled the contract off of her face. She gasped and saw the small hole above her...as it closed. Then Lois turned, air rushing past her.

Smoke. Sparks. The sense of being in some great, vast, confined space. A cacophony of screams and laughter, echoing against the ceiling and distant walls, coming on her suddenly as a single maddening wall of sound. She fell through black clouds, choked and closed her eyes and mouth against the hot, burning ash that assailed her skin, hands in front of her face to cover her nose.

So she didn't feel it when she hit the water.

Plunged deep into the blood-warm sea. Dark, oil-slick, clingy. Instinctively the reporter kicked. Opened her eyes and tried to orient herself, but it was so dark...her lungs began to burn as she swam, unsure if she were up or down...and then a hand grasped her hair and hauled her up, breaking the surface with a splash. Instinctively, Lois gasped, sputtered...and screamed as she was tossed onto a hard surface.

Huffing and puffing, the sodden reporter opened her eyes...and saw the naked demon Etrigan, seated on the edge of a long gondola that seemed to float in the middle of an ocean...or perhaps a river, though one broader than Lois had ever seen, for there seemed to be a current driving them on. The demon Blaze was utterly impaled on his cock, her tongue lolling out, forcing herself up and down on his shaft so that her pussy was spread wide as she tried to shove even more of his infernal meatstick into her distended cunt. Although Lois couldn't tell for sure, she was pretty sure that if Blaze had normal eyes, they'd be rolled into the back of her head. The scarlet succubus was moaning like a bimbo sex kitten.

Etrigan offered Lois a snaggle-fanged grin.

Hail and well met, heroine of the hour!

You see I have the situation well in hand,

Blaze is secure now, well within my power,

Yet you I did not expect to see again...and...

Lois felt the contract. She held up the dripping wet parchment, which shook itself like a living thing and tore itself from her grasp. Etrigan, ignoring the moaning, gyrating Satanic strumpet who was grabbing and squeezing her testicles, caught it and made a sour face as he read it.

Aha! I see. Tricky proposition.

Unable to be fulfilled, yet still you are bound.

So now at the end of your mission,

You have not cum, have no cock to pound.

The yellow demon scratched his chin as if deep in thought. Lois drew her hair back. A part of her felt like she should be grateful to be alive...the more so because she saw dark phallic shapes moving in the water around the boat.

Etrigan snapped his fingers.

I have it...your escape and your reward.

I can send you back to Earth, your contract to fulfill!

Blaze will be bound to keep her word,

To satisfy every lust and desire you might feel.

Lois frowned. "How will that work? I don't have a cock...and wouldn't she own my soul?"

The demon grinned and scratched at the parchment with a claw.

'tis a small amendment, very slick

Your soul shall be your own!

You need only accept my prick,

And give this cunt a home.

Lois blinked. He tossed the contract back to her, and she read it over carefully.

"So...I get your dick again. And she has to fuck me however I want. Except if I fuck her, she's basically powerless and stupid, like she is now?"

The great frilled head nodded.

You've got it right, and wet and wild!

A better bargain you could not ask!

Fuck her once a day, and she'll be meek and mild,

No evil done, so long as you do your task!

The reporter looked up at the ceiling. The heat was becoming oppressive. The screaming hadn't stopped. A part of her told her that she should think about this, maybe find another way out of hell. One that didn't involve keeping a demon prisoner by fucking her at least once a day.

Yet it had been a long night, and Lois was tired...and Blaze was shaking uncontrollably, black streamers of demonic jizz drizzling out of her pussy.

"Fine," Lois said with a sigh. "Let's do it."

Lois awoke, in her own bed, dressed in her club clothes. It was dark in the room, except for the light from the street that came through the window, and the air was cool and still. There had been no real sense of transition, as she had imagined there might be. Just one moment she was staring into Etrigan's leering face...and the next, she was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It might all have been a dream...except for the naked, warm form curled up against her.

Blaze was in her human form, naked, her head on the reporter's stomach. Her lips were wrapped around the head of the reporter's cock...and she was snoring, gently, lips working like a sleeping babe with an oversized pacifier. For a moment, Lois felt pinned in place...and stared, too tired for astonishment, to see that the cock was back where it was. It looked as long as before, if there were two inches buried in Blaze's mouth...

...and Lois was too tired to deal with the ramifications of her night out. Her new balls ached, and her cock was so supremely sensitive that Lois jerked and shuddered, feeling the liquid seed burst inside of the lips wrapped around her dick...and Blaze, eyes still closed, swallowed it down, sucking instinctively, like a baby at its bottle.

So she settled back, one hand on Blaze's hair, and tried to sleep.