End: Lois Lane Cunt Punts A Bitch

The reporter waited for Maria to walk past the dumpster. Maria in her heels, in her miniskirt and mesh shirt that showed off her pierced nipples, was far too focused on her objective to notice the shadow that slid behind her on bare feet, the demon holding Lois Lane's heels. That fell into perfect step behind her as she took aim, gauged the distance...and just when Maria's legs were going to be spread wide enough Lois Leg's leg shot forward.

It described a half-circle arc. Lois bent her body backward to give her foot more momentum as it slid between those thighs. Her tits, barely contained by her shirt, flew up so hard they nearly slammed into Lois Lane's feet. The reporter's big toe caught Maria's pussy as it slammed deep into the cunt...flesh ripped and the thief's eyes bugged out as she was lifted off her feet by the **** of Lois Lane's kick.

Then Maria was on her hands and knees, folded almost in two, coughing and puking. Pain flared through the reporter's foot as she hobbled after the thief...and ultimately fell on her back, straddling the younger woman like a horse. With one hand, the buxom reporter grabbed a handful of Maria's brown hair and pulled it back. With the other, she formed a fist.

The blow struck Maria just behind her left ear. Once, during a particularly rough sexual encouner, Lois Lane had been donkey punched. She remembered the impact, the stunned squirrel feeling, the muzziness that left her helpless and confused for precious seconds as her pussy instinctively squeezed hard on the cock...and then the pain had actually hit, and Lois had turned on him, nails gouging his skin, prepared to rip his dick off and feed it to him.

Maria, however, never got the chance. When she stumbled, arms suddenly weak, Lois jerked the brain hair back and hit her again, and again. A half-dozen powerful blows, until the reporter's knuckles ached her she could feel the flaring pain of the impact all the way up to her elbow...and Maria sank to the ground, utterly ****.

Swiftly, the reporter dug through the scanty clothing. The glowing gem that was the demon's heart was in Maria's purse. Lois grabbed it and held it firmly in her hand, feeling the heat pulse through it as she hobbled away from her victim. LexCorp security would no doubt be there soon.

"Well done," Blaze said, her eyes glowing pure white in the darkness behind the dumpster. "I didn't know you had it in you."

With one hand, the demon held out the reporter's heels. With the other, she held out an open hand.

"A deal's a deal. My heart in place of the soul you owe me. You even get to keep the tits. Everyone wins."

The woman's half-smile was smug, as though she knew something Lois didn't know. Except the reporter knew a few things as well.

"Deal changes," Lois said. "I keep my soul and my new tits, and you tell me everything about your operation."

Blaze's nose wrinkled.

"I don't think so."

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed. She held up the throbbing, glowing gem.

"Oh, I do. Because I remember the rules. You can't affect me directly unless I wish it while I hold the heart. That means you can't take my soul while I have it, doesn't it?"

The demon's smile faded.

"You don't know what you're doing," Blaze hissed. "Give me the gem, and let us end this now, before anyone else gets hurt."

Lois Lane heard feet pounding behind her. She stepped closer to the demon, her humongous tits pressed into Blaze's much smaller chest as she stared up at the demon.

"I wish for you to take us to my apartment. Right now."

The world seemed to rotate around them, though Lois Lane and Angelica Blaze remained still, breast-to-breast, staring at one another...and the night faded away, and they were in Lois Lane's own kitchen. The reporter grinned.

"I wish you to make us a pot of coffee. We have a long night ahead."

Blaze scowled. "You will regret this, Lois Lane!"

The reporter ignored her and sat down at the table. She laid her massive tits on the wood and sagged forward a little, letting the furniture take the weight of her huge breasts and ease her aching back.

"Not as long as I hold this," Lois said as she brought the red gem in front of her eyes. The blood-red flame at the heart of the gem seemed to dance in the light. "While I hold this, you have to do anything I say. And I'm going to use that power to keep you out of trouble."

"Like hell," Blaze said as she turned on the tap to put water in the pot.

"Mistress," Lois said, on a whim. "I wish for you to call me mistress."

"Damn you, mistress!" Blaze hissed as she scooped grounds into the filter. "There will be hell to pay when I recover my heart!"

Lois Lane grinned. Her night out had been long and perilous...but it had paid off. In her head, she was already thinking of what else she could have the demon do for her. Massage her aching foot. Give the reporter a back rub to help ease the pain of caring around the massive boulders on her chest. Clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.

The reporter's forehead crinkled in thought. Maybe I should wish for her to wear a maid's uniform. A sexy maid uniform...

Though she did not show it, inwardly Blaze quailed. For whoever had her heart commanded her power utterly...and power was certain to corrupt. She could already feel it working on her Mistress...and Blaze bit her tongue as she realized that Lois Lane's wishes were already changing the succubus as well.

But Lois Lane's corruption, and what became of Blaze, is another story. For as Lois Lane's night out ended, she was on her back in a new bed conjured by infernal magic, with special cut-outs for those titanic tits, and the demon was kept busy all night altering the reporter's wardrobe to accommodate her new breasts...unable to resist the commands of her mistress.