End: No, Because Blaze Has A Doll Of Lois Too

"Really, though, the possibilities are endless..." Blaze said. The demon smiled in the darkness, and Lois Lane's heart sank as she saw the crimson hands pull the dolls apart. Behind her, Supergirl pulled her tongue out of the reporter's ass.

"Tell me Lois: have you ever fisted yourself?"

"No..." Lois said, and even she didn't know if that was an answer or a plea.

Fingers moved the arm of the Lois-doll back...and the reporter felt her own arm move in response. Her own fingers press against her own slippery pucker. The reporter grimaced, her guts felt loose, and her fingers pressed into the soft, squishy hole and just...slid in.

The reporter shook. Her own muscles gripped her. Knuckles scraped against her asshole and she was so wide open that it didn't even hurt. Lois shook as she reared up, to shove her hand in deeper, her eyes fixed on the demon in the darkness.

"That's...so nasty..." Lois managed.

"You're not nasty," Kara said behind her. "You're beautiful. That's so hot..."

Lois didn't have to see the head of the blonde doll rub against the wrist of the dark-haired doll. She could feel Supergirl's face press against her ass, the eager tongue slurped at the distended, puffy asshole. The reporter was sunk to the wrist in her own ass, and though she tried to look away, she could see Blaze rub the toys against one another.

"You are my playthings, Lois Lane," Blaze whispered. "And I think I shall have great fun with the two of you. If you know what is good for you, you will play along...because when I lose interest in my toys I tend to break them."

The white eyes flashed in the darkness...and then Blaze faded away.

Lois' free hand went to her pussy. She could feel the climax rise inside of her, unwanted yet inevitable. Kara moaned, and Lois knew she was touching herself too. Rubbing her pretty, innocent little pussy as she watched her lover of the evening fist her own ass and moan like a whore, **** to cum...

...and Lois Lane would never know, during those last hours of her night out, how much of what happened had been of her own free will, or the manipulations of the demon Blaze. She only knew with a grim certainty that the demon had not finished playing with them both. Yet that is a story for another time.