End: Lois Lane Assumes The Position

The pain in the reporter's cock and balls was pure ****...and the thing about **** is, it works. If a person is subject to enough pain, they will do or say anything to make it end. They will lie and believe it true. They will demean themselves in strange and terrible ways. If Lois Lane had not been under the effect of the spell—if her desires were not fueling the steel cage that slowly bit into her flesh, and reducing her willpower—and if she was not drunk and her inhibitions already trashed, then she would have held out longer, sought some other solution.

Yet a part of Lois knew, as she knelt on the filthy mattress, and spread her ass cheeks with her hands, and as Maria dumped what was left in a bottle of lube down onto the reporter's dark, twitching anus, that she would have given in eventually.

The pain was simply too much.

As the head of the strap-on pressed against her anus, Lois squeezed her ass muscles and breathed in the stale spunk-smell of the nasty mattress, and wondered dimply if she had wanted this, all along. If the spell of desire had reached down into her brain and found some secret fantasy where she was dominated and fucked in the ass, and had guided her steps toward this end. It might explain why the reporter had acted so out of character, why she had kept drinking even when she knew better, why she had gone with Maria into the back and forgotten her mission, why she had—

"Aaaagh!" Lois Lane's nails dug into her butt cheeks as the head of the silicone cock pushed into her anus, where nothing bigger than an enema nozzle had ever gone before. It was the shock of the intrusion, more than pain, which had caught the drunken dickgirl unawares...and the fact that the silicone cock felt so thick, as it stretched her tight little hole wider and wider.

Lois laid her head on the mattress. Her thighs quivered as Maria unrelentingly plunder her asshole...and as the strap-on pressed against her prostate, the reporter felt a burning line of liquid ooze through her aching caged cock...and watched the whitish goo drip down from the keyhole of her cock-cage.

It was only the beginning. Maria's hands grabbed the reporter's thin waist, the bartender brough her knees up, and the young woman began to hump the reporter's ass...slowly at first, then faster and faster. The friction of the moving strap-on caused Lois Lane's anus to burn....and as the heat grew it became less and less bearable. For a moment, the reporter wondered if she had simply exchanged one **** for another, as her cock continued to throb in its cage...

...and thensomething clicked inside of her. Her cock twitched...and jizz didn't simply dribble out of her. A hot line of semen burst out of the dangling dick, to add its white streak to the unmentionable stains on the mattress. Maria laughed and grunted, and she pounded Lois hard and fast, every thrust causing Lois to shoot another sticky rope of jizz onto the wet spot on the mattress beneath her....and the reporter groaned, her whole body shook as with each burst, the cock seemed to shrink a little, and the pain of the cage grew a little less.

Until, when Maria finally pulled her cock out of the reporter's gaping hole, the reporter's dick and balls were utterly spent.

"That was fun," the bartender panted. "But I need to finish my shift. If you're still here when I get back, I'll fuck your ass again."

Lois Lane didn't move. Her ass felt raw, the asshole aching from the harsh fuck. Her cock had gone almost numb, except for the urethra which burned from having ejaculated too much, too hard, too fast. The reporter's cheek lay against the stained, nasty mattress, Lois herself barely conscious...

...and down below, the demon Blaze smiled at the effects that Lois Lane's decisions had on her night out, and looked on her acolytes and contemplated the uses she had for them. But that is another story...