End: Lois Lanes is a Throat GOAT

Lois Lane's throat was as tight as a pussy. Blaze sighed in contentment as her balls stretched out the reporter's cheeks like a chipmunk's. The dickgirl's fingers moved to the reporter's head, and the tips seemed to sink into Lois Lane's skull.

"That's it," Blaze cooed. "Work that throat. Milk my shaft."

The reporter's throat bulged where the demon's hard cock distended the pale flesh. Yet Lois found, to her surprise, no discomfort or even dismay. The reporter's violet eyes fluttered as she felt the tips of those fingers seem to slide through her skull. Even though it was impossible to feel it, she imagined those fingers touch her brain...the folds of her grey matter shifted at the dickgirl's touch.

Muscles in the reporter's throat worked. It was like she tried to swallow the dickgirl's cock whole...the dislocated jaw shifted so that Lois Lane's tongue slid up the soft, hairless patch of skin at the base of Blaze's balls. The taste of that dick was just...delicious. Savory and salty. Lois shivered as a dribble of precum leaked down her esophagus. Silent explosions seemed to burst in the reporter's head.

"Just a few tweaks to your taste receptors," Blaze murmured, as if to herself. "So the taste of cum triggers dopamine release. A couple of good cumshots and you'll be addicted to cock. Like crack to you..."

Lois Lane felt a pang of panic...but her body was already jittery and on edge as a thin trickle of pre-cum oozed down into her stomach. Blaze's cock was like a leaky faucet, and as the reporter's body responded, Lois moaned in unfeigned, undeniable ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed and squirted, conscious thought briefly expunged.

"Add in a little muscle memory, maybe a little oral fixation...you look so good with something in your mouth," Blaze whispered to herself.

The reporter could only moan. All thought of finding the missing women vanished from her mind as Blaze slowly overwrote select portions of the reporter's memory with advanced cocksucking techniques. Lois breathed in the scent of Blaze's cock, the musky odor alone enough to make her toes curl.

Satisfied with her work, Blaze's fingers slid out of Lois Lane's mind. Clarity came back to the reporter's eyes. On her knees in a dirty bathroom and sucking the cock of a strange shemale she had just met, and yet...it felt so natural. So right.

"Goulgh grol meagh," Lois Lane's voice garbled out around the dick.

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze said. Lois actually felt the balls in her mouth expand, and then contract. The reporter instinctively sucked hard, her cheeked hollowed out as the swollen rubbery head embedded in her throat tensed...and then a hot liquid heat released, deep inside of her.

The moment the jizz hit her stomach, it was as though a hand grenade went off in Lois Lane's brain. Tears leaked from her eyes as her mouth clamped tight, and her esophageal muscles instinctively worked to milk every drop of jizz from that hard shaft. The reporter's mind seemed to expand, and she felt drowned in pleasure. It reminded her of the time she had broken her arm and the doctor had given her a shot of morphine. Lois just seemed to float outside of herself, utterly awash, her pussy and ass spasmed hard, but the rest of her body went limp, as if only the cock held the ecstatic reporter upright.

"Good girl," Blaze said. "Now, why don't we go back to your place and you can spend the rest of the night deep-throating my cock?"

Weakly, Lois Lane managed to raise her right hand in a thumb's up.

Lois Lane would not remember much of her night out. Most of it was spent with her face glued to Blaze's crotch, jaw unhinged, the whole cock and balls embedded in her face. Angelica Blaze lay on the bed and flipped through the television channels. She would get hard, and Lois would suck her off. A flood of cum into the reporter's stomach would send Lois Lane into a state of absolute bliss, and Blaze would get soft again. Rinse, repeat, until the crack of dawn, when the reporter's stomach was slightly distended from the seemingly endless amount of cum.

"Now, tomorrow you're going to go to work," Blaze said casually. "And if you're a very good girl, sweetmeat, and do exactly as I say, then I'll let you suck my cock again when you get home."

The exhausted reporter raised her hand, thumb pointed at the ceiling. There were dark bags under her eyes, and her swollen stomach ached. The sheets on the bed between her legs were wet and rank from endless climaxes. Lois Lane felt like a shadow of herself...but the thought of being without the comforting warmth of Blaze's cock in her throat seemed like hell.

So began Lois Lane's slavery to Blaze's cock...but that is another story.