End: The Plan Does Not Work

Boston Brand, possessing the pink-skinned demon waitress, had barely managed to pry Black Alice's tongue out of his host's ass when something went terribly wrong. Lois Lane watched as the waitress began to flail.

Alice, still kneeling down, face flushed, backed away until she hit Lois Lane's knees.

"What's going on?" Lois asked. "Boston?"

"She's...f-f-fighting...me-e-e..." The Deadman's voice came from the waitress' lips...and then her eyes glowed pink, her skin flushed, and with a roar the astral self of Boston Brand was forcibly ejected from its host.

Leaving Alice and Lois in front of a very pissed-off demon.

"Bitches!" The waitress said, half-crouched, hands curled into claws. "I'm going to wipe my cunt with you..."

"It's okay," Alice said, forcing herself to her feet. "I can just borrow a power, and..."

The young woman shook and shuddered then. The reporter instinctively moved forward and grabbed her as Black Alice collapsed into a dead faint. Leaving Lois Lane alone as the waitress stalked forward.

Then the door to the bathroom opened, and the reporter's heart sank.

The horns were huge and dark, curling back from a broad forehead. Her skin was the bright red of fresh blood on parchment, stretched tight over a sharp skeleton. Tall and stately, she moved with odd and sinuous grace in an outfit that was little more than a strap of orange cloth, wound around her crotch and small breasts, a belt of metal discs with leering demonic faces about her hips. Eyes, pure white without pupil or iris, burning from within, caught and held the reporter's gaze.

"So here you are. I wondered. Welcome, Lois Lane, to my club. I am Blaze," the lips curled into a smug half-smile. "And you are just what I need."

There was little that Lois could do to fight, as other demonic waitresses filed in. The reporter and Black Alice were carried out by ****, and taken downstairs. Stairs that began as modern concrete, but passed through layers of red brick, and then steps carved from living stone, deep beneath Metropolis.

Five stone altars were arranged as the points in a pentacle. On four of them, naked women lay. Familiar women; Lois recognized them from their social media profiles. They were the missing women, the ones Lois had come to find. She saw to her surprise that they were not chained. Each woman lay absolutely still, their bare breasts barely falling and rising, eyes open but rolled back up in their head. In some sort of trance, Lois guessed.

The demonesses laid Black Alice on the empty altar and began to strip the young woman of her clothes. Lois, arms held by two skanky succubi, could only watch.

"What did you do to her?" Lois asked.

"Nothing much," Blaze said. "When she uses her power, she momentarily lowers her innate magical defenses. I sent her mind into a dream realm. I don't need her consciousness, only her living body to serve as a magical battery for my ascension. Strip her down, and chain her in the center."

These last words were to the demonesses. Lois frowned as she was led into the center of the pentagram. Silver chains ending in manacles passed through great iron rings in the floor. The reporter struggled, but the demonesses were too strong. They tore her jacket and pants from her body, then sharp claws cut through t-shirt, bra, and panties...leaving the naked reporter twisting in their grip as manacles closed on her wrists and ankles.

Then the demons retreated...and Lois saw Blaze, holding a small, leather-bound book, standing outside the circle in a gap between the altars. Lois noticed that the demon stood in a smaller circle, which had begun to glow a dull red.

"No doubt your little ghost told you I was up to no good," Blaze said as she turned a page. "And they were correct. I have been using these mortal sluts as batteries, storing up the psychic energy I have leached from the horny customers at my club-cum-brothel above. With Black Alice here, I now have enough power to manifest myself fully on this plane...so that I can use my complete powers, and be immune to exorcism or banishment. All I need is a host body sufficiently strong-willed to survive the process."

Lois Lane swallowed the lump in her throat. She hated when villains monologued, especially when their dark plans involved her specifically.

"You won't get away with this," Lois said.

"Oh, Lois," Blaze's smile was almost sad. "Did you actually think I would explain my plan if there was any chance you could stop me? The ritual has already begun."

Which is when Lois Lane noticed that the outer lines of the circle were glowing. On their slabs, the bodies of the four missing women and Black Alice grew taut. Their backs arched, mouths opened. Bright lights burned within their chests, and Lois tugged at her chains. The reporter shook her hair, dislodging a hairpin, and caught it with her left hand. Feverishly, Lois began to work on the lock...

...the lines of the pentagram were glowing, drawing nearer and nearer. More and more Lois could see the pattern, intricate lines and runes that were zeroing in on her feet. She only needed a few more moments as she raked the pins...

...but she was out of time.

The reporter screamed as a ruby-red shaft of light burst forth directly beneath her and engulphed her pussy. Screamed as she felt the billowing fire that seemed to empty her out from inside. Every muscle frozen as the alien, invading essence blossomed inside of her body and soul, pushing all that was Lois out to the edges...nipples hard, eyes wide, unable to look away as the glow in the five women died out, all the accumulated power spent, dark smoke bursting from the eyes, mouths, and nostrils of each in turn...and Lois watched with horror as the same began to happen to Alice...poor Alice, who only wanted to experience sex.

Then the book dropped to the floor. Inside the circle, Lois Lane stopped screaming. With a thought, the manacles popped and fell from the naked woman's arms and wrists. Held out her hands to admire her slim, clean limbs, then ran those self-same hands down her small, half-teardrop-shaped breasts, the flat plain of her stomach, the slight flare of her hips and the well-manicured bush.

Something else stared out through the reporter's violet eyes. Twisted the reporter's face in an unfamiliar half-smile. Deep within, the last spark of Lois Lane continued to fight against Blaze...but the demon moved easily in the reporter's body. She stepped forward, to where Black Alice lay, her lithe young body dappled with sweat.

"Impressive," the reporter's voice came out easily. Her hand cupped Alice's mons, squeezed slightly to feel the hot juices run on her fingers. "She survived. Such power may be useful, in the future...and I can think of other uses for that body as well. Take her to my chambers!"

The demonic waitresses bowed and moved. The naked Blaze held forth her hand and made a gesture, and grinned as black lightning crackled at her fingertips, and the fallen grimoire floated to her hand.

"Now...now the world will shake! it will tremble at my tread!" She clutched the grimoire to her breast and shook her fist at the ceiling. "All your cunts will belong to me!"

In the astral plane, the Deadman hurried off. His mission had failed...and now his task was to warn the world of the evil that was unleashed. Then end of one story...the end of Lois Lane...and the beginning of another.