End: Lois Lane Is Transformed Into Blaze's Breeder

The flesh closed over the reporter's eyes. She would not need them. Not for her new purpose.

The tongues and fingers of Blaze's servitors moved over the reporter, and as they did, they reshaped her to the demonic dickgirl's needs. Lois Lane moaned around the tongue in her mouth as her hips widened, and her small breasts swelled slightly, the nipples longer and thicker than before. The black hair fell out from her head until it was smooth as the servitors, and the reporter's nails thickened and grew out into sharp claws.

In her mind, the reporter's old life already faded into a distant memory. In darkness, her other senses sharpened. She could hear the hot breath of the four woman-things whose tongues ran over her body, to remove every hair. Felt her ass swell and thighs thicken in preparation for the months of brooding she had ahead. A sharp tongue tickled her navel, and then pierced through the skin. Pain became pleasure as the long, slim tongue slid down through muscle and integument, a stabbing needle at the tip injecting a demonic venom into each overy and her uterus before it withdrew.

Dark claws scratched designs into her skin. An elaborate womb-symbol on her lower abdomen. Sigils of ownership and fertility along her arms and legs. They rolled the slut over and as two of them blindly picked out a complex double-row of runes along her spin, the other two buried their faced in her pussy and ass. Lois raised her leg and quivered at the exquisite agony as they marked her cunt and anus with their Satanic sigils...and as they began to glow, the former reporter felt her consciousness expand, not outwards, but inwards.

She could feel the ripe eggs within her body, and it was a moment's thought to release them. Small, soft spines grew inside her pussy and ass, the better to grasp and pleasure the cock of her mistress...or to shred the prick of any other who dared to try her charms. A black tongue lolled out of her mouth, and oozed down her swollen chest to grasp and squeeze one stiff nipple.

Changes take time. Blaze stood at the foot of the bed and stroked her hard shaft, kept herself on the verge of ejaculation as she waited impatiently for the transformation to be complete. For all semblance of the old Lois Lane to be replaced with this hairless, eyeless, mewling bitch whose body begged to be bread, tits already ripe and ready to swell with milk, cunt and womb primed to receive the scarlet succubus' seed.

Lois crooned with pleasure as they brought the golden collar to her. The sign of her utter obedience. The servitors laid it on her belly...and then they withdrew. So that Lois Lane was all alone on the bed.

The former reporter blindly touched the golden collar. It was like a thick, flat piece of metal, flexible enough that it could be pulled apart and slipped around the neck...but there was a latch in the front. A latch which, once closed, the breeder knew could not be opened again. Her supernatural senses felt the enchantments in ways her old, merely human self never could. There were erotic scenes carved into that collar...women-things with naked bellies that swelled, and on the back there was an image of a splay-legged woman pushing something out of her spread slit.

Lois licked her lips. She knew what was asked of her. To put it on herself—willingly—was the final act of submission. Because once it was in place, Lois would have no free will. It represented the utter surrender of her body and mind to Blaze.

She could smell the cock. A grey dribble of precum oozed over the demon's fingers. Blaze quivered with anticipation, with need. Lois could sense the torrent of dark power there. Her cunt ached for her seed. Yet Blaze held back. Did not extend her influence. Left this final choice to Lois Lane alone.

In the end, it was barely a choice at all.

With all of her now supernatural strength, Lois pulled the collar open. It slid around her neck, heavy and somehow warmer than it had been before. The latch shut...and with a searing gasp of pain, Lois felt the white-hot ring of metal seal itself into her flesh. The smell of it, like hot bacon on the grill, filled the room.

Lois had barely time to register what she had done when Blaze, unable to hold herself back any longer, plunged onto and into her.

There was no fighting back. The breeder spread her legs like the piece of meat she was. She welcomed the demon's cock as it stabbed deep into her belly, her cervix opened to receive the torrent of dark seed that flooded out of the prick the instant it was entirely inside of her. Spikes clamped down to hold the prick in place as Blaze's balls pumped up and down, the long-held load unleashed inside Lois like the eruption of a long-dormant volcano.

And their lips met. Tongues twined. Lois felt the dark horns of Blaze press against her forehead, and felt the raging torrent of power that she grasped to her. It was like making love to a naked flame...and the reporter crossed her ankles behind Blaze's buttocks and hugged her tight, as her internal consciousness guided that potent seed to her waiting eggs.

Until even her name faded from memory.

Around her, the blind servitors rattled their chains...and fall onto each other, mouth to cunt, the sterile servitors unworthy of their mistress's seed satisfying themselves in the only way that Blaze allowed.

While within the breeder that had been Lois Lane, dark life awoke. Cells began to swell, split, and duplicate. Her old life was over, lost in a holocaust of passion, pain, and ecstasy...and as Blaze returned her kiss, the breeder felt one more sign of her new owner's favor.

A small pair of pale horns pushed through the new breeder-demon's forehead. A sign of her absolute corruption.

Or...as absolute as Blaze wished. Perhaps, deep within, there was some fragment of Lois Lane left, just aware enough of her transformation to be appalled at what she had become. Conscious enough to look back over her night out with regret, to rue every choice that had brought her to this state, with swollen tits and soon-to-be swollen belly. To wonder what might have been, if she had chosen other than she had...yet if so, that part of her was locked deep down inside, bound by magic, caged in by corruption. Unable to do anything but watch as she was bred for the first of many, many times...