End: Right Hand Red

The right hand swept past in front of Lois...and Blaze's lips brushed against the reporter's ear.

"Careful sweetmeat...you're in my way."

The arm pushed, and Lois was knocked off balance. Her foot slipped...and the cock slipped out of her as the reporter fell, heavily, onto the twister mat.

"I believe that means I win," the demon said. She turned to Ella Lane. "Your soul is mine."

"No!" Lois screamed. "Please! I'll do anything, I'll..."

"Pathetic mortal," Blaze said. "You have already lost everything."

She snapped her fingers. Hands reached up from the twister pad. Red hands and green hands, blue hands and yellow, each from their respective circle, latched on to the reporter's arms and legs, shoulders and hips. A pair of hands clamped tight over her mouth, fingers digging in to keep her from screaming. The reporter found herself lifted off the ground, her legs and arms splayed out to their maximum extent.

"You wanted to know what happened to the women who went missing, didn't you?" The demon said coolly as she stood over the reporter. "Well, who do you think is holding you now? Foolish little things who thought they could get the best of their deals with me. Like your mother. Like you. All of them paid the price in the end...and now it's your turn. But don't worry, Lois. I don't want your soul. In fact, I'm feeling generous tonight. I'm going to give you something to take home with you. A consolation prize. Thanks for playing."

The demon's left arm stretched out toward Ella Lane...and Lois Lane's eyes widen as her mother's body collapsed into a little point of light, like a smokeless candle flame. It was drawn to the demon's palm, and the succubus stroked her hard cock with her right hand. The Mona Lisa smile on her lips looked terrible and triumphant.

The reporter wiggled and tried to scream as the demon casually walked toward Lois, but the human could do nothing as the cock slid past her pussy lips...and Blaze grabbed the reporter's hip to steady herself as she plunged away in the reporter's cunt.

It was ****, and Lois tried to fight, tried to squeeze her pussy to make it harder for Blaze to push her cock past her lips...but her body betrayed her. Her cunny was too slick, the hands holding her too strong. Some of them moved to stroke her thighs, grab and played with her breasts. A single finger began to rub at her asshole, and Lois wanted to scream at this new violation...but all she did was tire herself out...and her body, her traitorous body, began to spasm and shudder as an unwanted climax washed over her.

Lois felt sick to her stomach at this terrible betrayal...but it was nothing compared to what was coming next.

Blaze brought the small soul-flame down towards the reporter's stomach...and it sank through the skin of the reporter's abdomen, just about three inches below her navel. Lois didn't even feel it...yet a part of her feared what that meant. Satisfied, Blaze pulled out. Her cock was dripping with black spunk. Lois could feel more of the hot jism inside of her. Squeezed her pussy and felt a dribble of it ooze out of her ass.

"Thank you for that, Lois," Blaze grinned. "Better out than in. Do feel free to come back any time you feel the itch. Maybe we can play another game...although I have a feeling in a few months, you're going to be too big for twister."

The demon laughed, and left the room. The hands sank down, back into the twister mat...and the reporter lay there, for a long time, her heart pounding, rage and illness fighting within her at what had just happened...and what might be happening, even now, inside her body.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but she knew that she would feel the consequences of it for a long time to come.