End: Oral Sex For Everyone

There were times, Lois Lane knew, when her courage overrode her common sense. When she dared a little too much. When a proletarian revolution was simply not the answer she hoped it would be—at least, not when faced against the supernatural power of the dickgirl named Blaze.

The naked Blaze stood, and a strange transformation came over her. The pale skin of the naked female figure seemed to melt off, and what lay beneath was red as blood. Not bloody muscle, the reporter saw, but a shiny head, bright red like leather. Dark horns burst from that broad brow, and for a moment the dark eyes closed...only to reopen as pale glowing orbs without pupil or iris.

To stand revealed in all her infernal glory as a demon.

It had been a strange nightmare when Blaze had defiantly lifted her hands and gestured at her rebellious cultists. Black lightning had arced between the dark horns on her brow, and an eerie light filled her eyes Lois had watched as the cultists were dragged into the air, as by invisible hands...and then felt the same unseen **** grab her.

Robes were pulled off. The massed bodies began to circle. Lois Lane found her voice and screeched as she was pulled into flow of bodies. A terrible smile was fixed on Blaze's lips as the women formed a flying circle in the air. As a strange **** gripped arms and legs. The reporter gasped as she saw the circle grow closer. As her face grew nearer and nearer to the shaven slit of one of the cultists. A terrible magnetism seemed to draw the reporter's face nearer to the other woman's pussy...to open her mouth...

At the moment Lois Lane's mouth came into contract with that of the other woman, she felt another cultist's mouth touch her own cunt. The reporter moaned, unable to disengage her tongue slithered in between that clean, wet labia, into the tangy inner folds of another woman's pussy...and down below, another tongue did the same to her.

Below, black lightning crackled in a halo around Blaze's horns.

It was not how the demon had hoped to end this night. She had manipulated Lois Lane in so many subtle ways. If the reporter had simply agreed to suck her cock, it would have been so much simpler. Lois Lane's descent would have been assured. The demon idly reached down and stroked her cock as she watched the sapphic ring slowly rotate about the room. This demonstration of her power would help to secure her position among her cultists...but perhaps there was something in what Lois said.

"If you won't suck my cock," Blaze said, loud enough so that the flying, cunt-licking reporter could hear her, "Then you'll eat their pussy. While they work the creamery, you will keep their pussies lubricated! You wished to find those missing women, Lois Lane, and you have found them. Now, you shall join them...as a new, key part in my operations! Our official clit polisher!"

The reporter's face blushed at this pronouncement. She vowed, if only in her own mind, to escape from this fate. Yet for the moment, as the face between her legs found her clit, the reporter moaned like a whore into the cut in front of her. Thin thighs clamped on the reporter's head and Lois got the point, as her tongue touched her partner's clit.

So the daisy chain went round and round, and rippled and bulged as a series of climaxes went through first one woman and then another. Unable to escape the monstrous cycle, the cultists fell deeper under Blaze's spell...and among their number was Lois Lane.

Perhaps, in time, she would find an escape. Yet that is a different story.