End: Lois Lane Is Very Fucked Indeed

"...yes chief, I'm quarantining. I'm a bit under the weather, but I'll do my best to work from home. I found those missing women too—turns out they joined a new religious group. I'll have the copy for the article on your desk as soon as I can. Thanks!"

Blaze pressed the button to end the call. The voice was Lois Lane's...but it came from scarlet lips and a scarlet throat. Stealing the reporter's voice long enough to make a phone call was among the least of her powers. She smiled at the reporter, bound to the bed with a pillow under her ass so that the black jizz stayed near her womb.

"You'll never get away with this!" Lois snarled. Her violet eyes stared daggers at the demon, and her thighs tried to close, but the bonds holding her legs apart were too strong.

The scarlet succubus smiled and lifted her cock.

"Don't look like that. You're going to be waited on hand and foot for weeks by adoring acolytes, your every need taken care of. Daily massages, sponge baths, homecooked meals, and lots of hot sex...and at the end of it all, you're going to be pregnant! Think of it as a vacation. Or perhaps a honeymoon."

"We're not married!" Lois shouted and resumed her struggles. "I did not consent to this! I—"

Blaze snapped her fingers. The reporter's voice disappeared, so that the bound woman on the bed mouthed empty obscenities.

"Ladies," Blaze said, as she stroked her cock back into life. "A few orgasms will help increase the chances of insemination. If you would, please?"

The demonic dickgirl leaned back against the reporter's dresser to enjoy the show as the four women disrobed. Lois Lane tried to scream...to curse...to beg them to free her, to come to their senses. She knew these women, as well as anyone could who had gone over their social media, delved into their online journals and their public records could. Their names, their ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, the names of their parents and pets. Yet they smiled at her as they surrounded her on the bed...and descended into a very one-sided orgy.

Lips sucked at Lois Lane's nipples, toes, and armpits. Hot kisses rained down on her flat stomach. Eager fingers rubbed continuously at her clit, slid underneath to grope at her ass. No matter how Lois squirmed she could not escape from them, and they knew it. Rubbed their pussies along her thighs. Pressed their soft, warm breasts into her face. Until Lois Lane, entirely against her will began to pant...and her frustrated wriggles changed from efforts to get away to a more primal dance. Her hips bucked as the heat and excitement built inside her body. Wet gash was lowered over her mouth, and though a part of Lois knew she should bit the hoit, moist labia that was squished against her lips, in truth she couldn't help but taste the tangy juice that dribbled down her chin...and at some point Lois Lane heard a loud whine, a moan of lust and need, and realized that the scarlet succubus had given her voice back.

Lois Lane didn't see when Blaze slipped her cock back into the reporter. There was a cunny riding her face, and eager mouths that suckled at her breasts with the nipples so hard and sensitive that Lois wanted to scream into the muff she was diving into. The demon slid her cock in slow and deep, as a tongue lashed at the reporter's throbbing clit...and Lois realized, with something like despair, that she was very, very fucked indeed...

...because she didn't know if she wanted to be rescued.