End: Lois Wants Cunt

Dimly, the bimbo realized she was being presented with a choice. She knew the words "slut," "cock," and "cunt." The words made her cunt wet. Her cunt burned. Hungry. Empty. Emptier than her head. Her brow furrowed, lips worked through the words. It was so hard to think.

"C-c-c-" Lois Lane's violet eyes crossed, focused on the blood red clit just past the end of her nose. "Cunt! Want...cunt!"

The bimbo's nose crinkled. She clung to the demon's knees, and licked more of the pink brain-destroying **** off her lips. "I...want...your...cunt?"

Blaze's smile ought to have graced something swimming very fast toward a pair of flailing legs, with its fin cutting through the water.

"Then my cunt you shall have," Blaze said.

The demon stepped back, and half pulled, half led Lois off the chair. The bimbo's body was painfully swollen, and the former reporter herself stumbled as if drunk. Dehydrated and discombobulated, she implicitly trusted Blaze as the demon led her toward the bed in the back of the room.

There were no lights here. Half in shadow, Blaze lay on the mattress and drew Lois onto the bed, so that the bimbo lay face down on her aching, bloated tits.

Lois barely felt the pink collar slip around her neck as her face settled into Blaze's muff.

"Now," the demon said languidly. "Lick me. Get me off, if you can. If you're a very good slut, maybe I'll let you fuck your slutty holes with one of my toys until you pass out."

There were more words. Lois Lane's bimbo brain tuned most of them out. She had a pussy in front of her, and her fingers reached back between her legs to rub the pleasure button on her gash. For a long, long while, all through the hours when Lois Lane would normally be thinking hard and listening intently for every scrap of information that came her way, Blaze's bimbo ran her tongue over and over the crimson cunt like she was polishing some rough gem. Her fingers rubbed her clittly in little circles, her mouth pulled at the demon's labia, dipped her mouth into the glowing pink depths to feel the effervescent sting of those acid juices on a tongue that seemed to be getting longer and fuller...and while Blaze monologued her plans to parade Lois Lane around in the most degrading and humiliating manner possible, the stupid slut actually felt a glimmer of gratitude.

She got to eat pussy. She was happy eating pussy. Eating pussy made her feel good.

Those were the only thoughts that circled around and around in Lois Lane's head, until they dissolved into a kind of pink mist where her fingers pistoned faster and faster on her clit, and she buried her face into the Satanic snatch to moan long and loud and hard as a climax ripped through what was left of her damaged mind...

...and while Lois Lane as she had been would have been horrified at this end to her night out, the big-tittied slut Lois Lane had become was happy and content to be a brainless bimbo.