End: Lois Lane is a Lesbian—and a Blonde Bimbo Anal Addict

Blaze smiled as her magic worked its way through the reporter's body and mind, the layered enchantments and alchemical reagents in the shampoo working together...and the best part was, Lois Lane was doing most of the work herself. Oh, the chemicals would bleach her hair to a golden blonde...but it was Lois Lane who, now that she had blonde hair, was coming up with reasons why she had chosen to bleach it.

All that Blaze had done was guide the suggestible reporter through the steps of the process, and Lois Lane had accepted those changes...worked them deep inside her personality...and as the demon's fingers squirmed inside of her asshole. Lois Lane was in a brain fog, trying to put together the demon's whispered words and the sensations she was feeling as Blaze toyed with her ass. Pushing out all thought of her original mission here, the women she had come to find.

That would come back...but there were other memories of tonight that Blaze preferred to bury deep. A little selective amnesia to cover the last few hours...but the changes would remain, buried deep inside Lois Lane's mind. Two fingers still buried inside the reporter's ass, Angie Blaze brought her other hand down to the reporter's cunt...and against that double ****, Lois Lane's last remaining psychic defense crumbled.

Triumph surged through Blaze as the reporter's cunt and ass squeezed on her fingers, pussy juice spraying, crying out loud as the demon's psychic scalpels shaved off the connections. The memories of tonight would be sealed away, there but unable to be accessed.

Lois stood in a dazed stupor, a little blood dribbling from one nostril. Carefully, Blaze washed it off. Like a good girlfriend, she finished rinsing the last of the spent shampoo off of Lois Lane's body. Dried her with a big fluffy towel, taking special care as she played with the reporter's breasts, ran the soft cloth between her legs and up the crack of her ass, watching the violet eyes close and shudder. Higher brain functions took a while to come back, not unlike being heavily drunk.

Over to the lockers, where Blaze had secured Lois Lane's clothes from earlier in the evening. Without comprehension, the reporter let the demon dress her, smiling back vacantly, running a hand through her blonde hair. The word bimbo was burning a scar into her soul, and Blaze wondered how Lois would interpret that. It was so profoundly personal...pink nails? Breast implants? Acting stupid? Sluttiness? Maybe a little of all of the above, especially if she helped guide her along the path...

The demon's smile was nasty as she helped Lois squeeze into the tight red pants. Already, Blaze was imagining Lois as her own little project. A way to **** the man of steel for all of his interference. To see the woman he loved reduced to a blonde bimbo, an anal addict...

Outside of the club, the cool air started to sober Lois up. Angie Blaze helped her new "friend" into the waiting cab, to take the dazed reporter back to her apartment.

"Goodnight Lois," Blaze said, and left a kiss on her cheek. "Until we meet again..."