End: There Is One Thing Blaze Didn't Take Into Consideration

The scarlet succubus left Lois Lane there, stuck to a wall, bound in latex and with a tube shoved down her throat. Water began to pump into the reporter's stomach, and for a moment Lois felt that queasy coldness that came from too much water, too fast. Other women, in the same circumstances, might do exactly as Blaze predicted. Rant, rave, rail uselessly against the bonds of fate before they finally succumbed to the slow ****.

Except Blaze had forgotten one thing—this was Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. And she was no longer having fun.

Instead of wasting her energy in pointless struggle, Lois took account of what she could do. When Blaze had made the latex suit momentarily sticky, the reporter had wiggled within her prison. Now, there was a bit more room inside the latex. Enough so that Lois could slowly, awkwardly, push and pull and get one arm out of a sleaved and before her. To bring her nails and strength to bear.

It took long minutes, and Lois Lane knew she fought time as her abdomen slowly distended and bloated with water. Pain flared in her lower body as the cold water met pockets of gas, and slowly pushed downward. Lois could barely grimace around the tube, but focused instead on getting her arm in position...

If Blaze had left anyone to guard the reporter, they might have seen the outline of her hand as it pushed hard against the taut, shiny black material of the reporter's abdomen. Might have seen the black material go grey, and then white, as it stretched forward. Normal latex couldn't stretch like that, but Blaze's material was not quite as strong...and although it nearly wrenched her shoulder out of place, Lois felt a burst of triumph as her fingertips burst free.

Blaze had intended to leave Lois there for the rest of the night, to wait until dawn to find the reporter water-logged, broken in mind and body, emptied and ready for her. Instead, she found the burst remains of the suit, and a series of wet footsteps. Of Lois Lane, there was no sign...

"Lilith's tits!" the demon swore as she looked at where Lois Lane should have been. Yet there was no animosity in it. If anything, the demon was impressed. She had been sure that Lois Lane had met her match. Yet apparently, the reporter was more resourceful than Blaze had anticipated. The scarlet lips of the succubus twisted into a smile.

"Next time, Lois Lane," the demon promised herself. "I will make your ass mine!"